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(As if with grief or travel he had fainted)
To me came Tarquin armed, fo beguil'd
.With outward honesty, but yet desil'd

Wirh inward vice: as Priam him did cherish,
So did I Tarquirj, fo my Troy did periin.

Look, look how list'ning Priam wets his eyes
To see those borrow'd tears that Sinon sheds!
Priam, why art thou old, and yet not wife?
For every tear he falls, a Trojan bleeds:
His eyes drop sire, no water thence proceeds.

Those round clear pearls of his, that move thy pity,
Are balls of quenchless sire to burn thy city.

Such devils steal effects from lightless hell,
For Sinon in his sire doth quake with cold,
And in that cold hot-burning sire doth dwell:
These contraries such unity do hold,
Only to flatter fools, and make them bold:

So Priam's tcust false Sinon's tears doth flatter,
That he sinds means to burn his Troy with water.

Here all enrag'd such passion her assails,
That patience is quite beaten from her breast;
She tears the senseless Sinon with .her nails,
Comparing him to that unhappy guest,
Whose deed hath made herself herself detest.
At last she seemingly with this gives o'er,
Fool! fool.! quoth she, his wounds will not be fore*

Thus ebbs and flows the current of her forrow,
And time doth weary time with her complaining:
She looks for night and then she longs for morrow^
And both she thinks too long with her remaining:
.Short time seems long, in sorrow's sharp sustaining.

Tho' woe be heavy, yet it seldom fleeps,

And they that watch, see time how flow it creeps,

"Which all this time hath over-flipt her thought,
That she with painted images hath spenr,
Being from the seeling of her own .grief brought,
By deep surmise of others detriment,
Loosing her woes in shews of discontent.
It easeth fome, tho' none it ever cur'd,
To think their dolour others have endur'd.

But now the mindsul-messenger comes back,
Brings home his lord, and other company;
Who sinds his Lucrece clad in mourning black,
An<l roundabout her tear-distained eye
-Blue circles stream'd, like rainbows in the Iky.
These watergalls, in her dim element,
Foretel new storms to those already spent.

Which when her fad beholding husband saw,
Amazedly in-her fad face he stare9:
Her eyes, tho' fod in tears, look red and raw,
Her lively colour kill'd with deadly cares.
He has no power to astc her how she fares,
But stood like old acquaintance in a trance,
Met far from home, wond'ring each other's chance.

•At last he takes her by the bloodless hand,
And thus begins: What uncouth ill event
Hath thee befallen, that thou dost trembling stand?
Sweet love, what spite hath thy fait colour spent?
Why art thou thus attir'd in discontent?
-Unmask, dear dear, this moody heaviness,
And tell thy grief, that we may give redrese.

Three times with sighs she gives her forrows sire,
Ere once she can discharge one word of woe:
At length address'd, to answer this delire,
She modestly prepares, to let them know
Her honour is ta'en prifoner by the foe:
While Colatine, and his conforted lords,
With fad attention long to hear her words.

And now this pale swan in her wat'ry nest,
Begins the fad dirge of her certain ending.
Few words, quoth she, shall sit the trespass best,
Wherein no excuse can give the fault a mending
In me more woes than words are now depending
And my laments would be drawn out too long.
To tell them all with one poor tired tongue-
Then be this all the task it hath to fay,
Dear husband, in the interest of thy bed
A stranger came, and on that pillow lay,
Where thou wast wont to rest thy weary head;
And what wrong else may be imagined

By foul ensorcement might be done to me,
From that, alas! thy Lucrece is not free,

For in the dreadsul dead of dark midnight,
With stiining fauchion in my chamber, came
A creeping creature with a flaming light,
And foftly cry'd, Awake thou Roman dame!
And entertain my love, else lasting shame
On thee and thine this night I will inflict,
If thou my love's desire do contradict.

For fome-hard-favour'd groom of thine, quoth he,
Unless thou yoke thy liking to my will,

Pll murder strait, and then I'll flaughter thee,
And swear I found you, where you did sulsil
The loathsome act or lust; and fo did kill
The lechers in their deed: this act will be
My fame, and thy perpetual insamy.

With this I did begin to start and cry,.
And then against my heart he sets his sword,
Swearing, unless I took all patiently,
1 should not live to speak another word:
So should my shame still'rest upon record,
And never be forgot in mighty Rome,
Th' adulterate death-of Lucrece and her groom.

Mine enemy was strong, my poor self weak,
(And far the weaker with so strong a sear)
My bloody judge forbad my tongue to speak,
No rightsul plea might plead for justice there:
His scarlet lust came evidence to swear,

That my poor beauty had purloin'd his eyes;

And when the judge is robb-'d, the prifoner dies.

Oh! teach me how to make mine own excuse,

Or at the least, this resuge let me sind;

Tho' my gross blood be stain'd with this abuse,

Immaculate and spotless is my mind;

That was not forc'd, that never was inclin'd
To accessary yieldings: but still pure
Doth in her poison'd closet yet endure.

Lo! here the hopeless merchant of this loss,
With head inclin'd, and voice damm'd up with woe;
With fad set eyes, and wretched arms across,
From lips new waxen pale begins to blow
The grief uway, that stops his answer fo..


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But wretched as he is, he strives in vain;

What he breathes out, his breath . drinks up agaiiv

As thro'. an' arch, the violent roaring tide
Out-runs the eye, that doth behold his haste;;
Yet in the eddy boundeth in his pride
Back to- the strait, that forc'd him on fo fast;
lii rage lent out, recalls in xage being past:
Even so his sighs, his-s^rrows make a faw,
To push grief on, and back the fame grief draw*.

Which speechless woe of his, poor she attendetb,.
An'' his untimely-frenzy thus awaketb:
Dear lord, thy sorrow to my forrow lendeth
Another power, no flood my raining shwketh j
My woe too sensible thy passion maketh
More seeling painsul; let it then sussice
To drown one woe, one pair of weeping eyes.

- And, when I. might charm thee fo,
For she, that was thy Lucrece—now attend me^
Be suddenly revenged on my foe;
Thine, mine, his own; suppose thou dost desend me
From what is past, the help, that thou shalt lend toe.

Comes all too late, yet let the traitor die,

For sparing justice seeds iniquity.

But ere I name him, you fair lords, queth she,
(Speaking to those that came with Colatine)
Shall plight your honourable faiths to me,
With swift pursuit to 'venge this wrong of mine:
For 'tis a meritorious fair design,

To chase injustice with revengesul arms,
Knights by their oaths should light poor ladies

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