750They thinke not but that euerie eye can
see,
¶The
same di
sgrace which they them
selues behold:
¶And therefore would they
still in darkene
sse be,
¶To haue their vn
seene
sinne remaine vntold.
¶For they their guilt with weeping will vnfold,
755_And graue like water that doth eate in
steele,
¶_Vppon my cheeks, what helpele
sse
shame I feele.
¶Here
shee exclaimes again
st repo
se and re
st,
¶And bids her eyes hereafter
still be blinde,
¶Shee wakes her heart by beating on her bre
st,
760And bids it leape from thence, where it maie finde
¶Some purer che
st, to clo
se
so pure a minde.
¶_Franticke with griefe thus breaths
shee forth her
spite,
¶ _Again
st the vn
seene
secrecie of night.
¶O comfort-killing night, image of Hell,
765Dim regi
ster, and notarie of
shame,
¶Blacke
stage for tragedies, and murthers fell,
¶Va
st
sin-concealing Chaos, nour
se of blame.
¶Blinde muffled bawd, darke harber for defame,
¶_Grim caue of death, whi
spring con
spirator,
770_VVith clo
se-tong'd trea
son & the raui
sher.