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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 smilingly with this gives o'er,
Fool! fool! quoth she, his wounds will not be sore.
Thus ebbs and flows the current of her sorrow,
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 sleeps,
And they that watch, see time how slow it creeps.
Which all this time hath over-slipt her thought,
That she with painted images hath spent,
Being from the feeling of her own grief brought,
By deep surmise of others detriment,
Losing her woes in shews of discontent,
It easeth some, tho' none it ever cur'd,
To think their dolor others have endur'd.
But now the mindful messenger comes back,
Brings home his lord, and other company:
Who finds his Lucbece clad in mourning black,
And round about her tear-distained eye
Blue circles streamM, like rainbows in the sky,
These watergalls, in her dim element,
Foretel new storms to those already spent.
Which when her sad 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 i
Why art thou thus attir'd in discontent.'
Unmask'd, dear dear, this moody heaviness,
And tell thy grief, that we may give redress.
•Three times with sighs she gives her sorrow fire,
Ere once she can discharge one word of woe:
At length address'd, to answer his desire,
She modestly prepares, to let them know
Her honour is ta'en prisoner by the foe:
While Colatine, and his consorted lords,
With sad attention long to hear her words.
And now this pale swan, in her wat'ry nest,
Begins the sad dirge of her certain ending.
Few words, quoth she, shall fit the trespass best,
Where no excuse can give the fault amending;
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 lie 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 inforcement might be done to me,
From that, alas! thy Lt/crece is not free.
For in the dreadful dead of dark midnight,
With shining falchion in my chamber, came
A creeping creature with a flaming light,
And softly 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 some hard-favour'd groom of thine, quoth he,
Unless thou yoke thy liking to my will,
I'll murder strait, and then I'll slaughter 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 l took all patiently,
I should not live to speak another word:
So should my shame still rest upon record,
And never be forgot in mighty Rome,
Th' adult'rate death of Lccrece and her groom.
Mine enemy was strong, my pooJ 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
Doth in her prison'd closet yet endure.
Lo! here the hopeless merchant of this loss,
With head inclin'd, and voice damm'd up with woe;
With sad set eyes, and wretched arms across,
From lips new waxen pale begins to blow
The grief away, that stops his answer so.
But wretched as he is, he strives in vain;
What he breathes out, his breath drinks up again.
As through 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 sent out, recall'd in rage being past:
Even so his sighs, 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 sorrow to my sorrow lendeth
Another power, no flood my raining slacketh;
My woe too sensible thy passion maketh
More feeling painful; let it then suffice
To drown one woe, one pair of weeping eyes.
And for my sake, when I might charm thee so,
For she that was thy Lucrece—now attend me,
Be suddenly revenged on my foe;
Thine, mine, his own, suppose thou dost 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 I name him, you fair lords, quoth she,
(Speaking to those that came with Colatinb)
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 revengeful arms,
Knights by their oaths should right poor ladies harms.
At this request, with noble disposition,
Each present lord began to promise aid,
As bound in knighthood to her imposition,
Longing to hear the hateful foe bewray'd:
But she that yet ber sad task hath not said,
The protestation stops. O speak, quoth she,
How may this forced stain be wir/d from me?