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(As if with grief or travel he had fainted)
To me came Tarquin armed, so beguild
With outward honesty, but yet defild

With inward vice : as Priam him did cherish,
So did I Tarquin, fo my Troy did perith.

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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 wise?
For every tear he falls, a Trojan bleeds :
His eyes drop fire, no water thence proceeds.

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

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

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

Here all enrag'd such passion her afails,
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 the feemingly 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 the thinks too long with her remaining:
Short time seems long, in forrow's Tharp sustaining.

Tho' woe be heavy, yet it seldom feeps,
And they that watch, see time how flow it creeps,

Which all this time hath 'over-flipt her thought,
That she with painted images bath spent,
Being from the feeling 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 mindful messenger comes back,
Brings home his lord, and other company ;
Who finds his Lucrece clad in mourning black,
And round about her tear-distained eye
Blue circles stream’d, like rainbows in the sky,

These watergalls, in her dim element,
Foretel new storms to those already spent.

Which-when her fad beholding husband saw,
Amazedly in-her sad face he stares :
Her eyes, tho' sod in tears, look red and raw,
Her lively colour kill'd with deadly cares.
He has no power to ask 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 fair colour spent ?
Why art thou thus attir'd in discontent?

Unmalk, dear dear, this moody heaviness,
And tell thy grief, that we may give redrese.

Three times with fighs she gives her sorrows fire,
Ere once the 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 prisoner 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 neft,
Begins the fad dirge of her certain ending.
Few words, quoth she, shall fit the trespass beft,
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 say,
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 enforcement might be done to me,
From that, alas! thy Lucrece is not free.

For in the dreadful dead of dark midnight,
With shining fauchion in my chamber, came
A creeping creature with a flaming light,
And softly cry'd, Awake thou Roman dame!
And entertain my love, elle lasting shame

On thee and thine this night I will inflict,
If thou my love's desire do contradict.

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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 laughter thee,
And swear I found you, where you did fulfil
The loathsome act of lust; and so did kill

The lechers in their deed : this act will be
My fame, and thy perpetual infamy.

With this I did begin to start and cry,
And then against my heart he sets his sword,
Swearing, unless I took all patiently,
I fhould not live to speak another word :
So hould 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 fear)
| My bloody judge forbad my tongue to speak,

No rightful 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 prisoner dies.

Oh! teach me how to make mine own excuse,
Or at the least, this refuge let me find;
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
Doch 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 woej,
With sad fet eyes, and wretched arms across,
From lips new waxen pale begins to blow
The grief away, that stops his answer fo..

But wretched as he is, he strives in vain ;
What he breathes out, his breath drinks up again

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 so fast;
In rage fent out, recall'o in rage being past :

Even so his lighs, his-sorrows make a saw,
To push grief on, and back the same grief draw..

Which speechless woe of his, poor she attendeth,.
And his untimely frenzy thus awaketh:
Dear lord, thy forrow to my forrow lendeth
Another power, no food my raining Blacketh
My woe too sensible thy paffion maketh

More feeling painful ; let it then suffice
To drown one woe, one pair of weeping eyes.

And for my fake, 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 doft. defend me
From what is past, the help, that thou shalt lend me

Comes all too late, yet let the traitor die,
For sparing justice feeds iniquity.

But ere Iname him, you fair lords, quoth fhe, .
(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 delign,

To chase injustice with revengeful arms,
Knights by their oaths fhould right poor ladies.

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