¶In vaine I raile at oportunitie,
¶At time, at
TARQVIN, and vnchearfull night,
1025In vaine I cauill with mine infamie,
¶In vaine I
spurne at my confirm'd de
spight,
¶This helple
sse
smoake of words doth me no right:
¶_The remedie indeede to do me good,
¶_Is to let forth my fowle defiled blood.
1030Poore hand why quiuer
st thou at this decree?
¶Honor thy
selfe to rid me of this
shame,
¶For if I die, my Honor liues in thee,
¶But if I liue thou liu'
st in my defame;
¶Since thou could
st not defend thy loyall Dame,
1035_And wa
st affeard to
scratch her wicked Fo,
¶_Kill both thy
selfe, and her for yeelding
so.
¶This
said, from her betombled couch
shee
starteth,
¶To finde
some de
sp'rat In
strument of death,
¶But this no
slaughter hou
se no toole imparteth,
1040To make more vent for pa
ssage of her breath,
¶VVhich thronging through her lips
so vani
sheth,
¶_As
smoake from
ÆTNA, that in aire con
sumes,
¶_Or that which from di
scharged Cannon fumes.