960VVhy work'
st thou mi
schiefe in thy Pilgrimage,
¶Vnle
sse thou could'
st returne to make amends?
¶One poore retyring minute in an age
¶VVould purcha
se thee a thou
sand thou
sand friends,
¶Lending him wit that to bad detters lends,
965_O this dread night, would'
st thou one howr come
(backe,
¶_I could preuent this
storme, and
shun thy wracke.
¶Thou cea
sele
sse lackie to Eternitie,
¶VVith
some mi
schance cro
sse TARQVIN in his flight.
¶Deui
se extreames beyond extremitie,
970To make him cur
se this cur
sed crimefull night:
¶Let ga
stly
shadowes his lewd eyes affright,
¶_And the dire thought of his committed euill,
¶_Shape euery bu
sh a hideous
shapele
sse deuill.
¶Di
sturbe his howres of re
st with re
stle
sse trances,
975Afflict him in his bed with bedred grones,
¶Let there bechaunce him pitifull mi
schances,
¶To make him mone, but pitie not his mones:
¶Stone him with hardned hearts harder then
stones,
¶_And let milde women to him loo
se their mildne
sse,
980_VVilder to him then Tygers in their wildne
sse.