1485Lo here weeps
HECVBA, here
PRIAM dies,
¶Here manly
HECTOR faints, here TROYLVS
sounds;
¶Here friend by friend in bloudie channel lies:
¶And friend to friend giues vnadui
sed wounds,
¶And one mans lu
st the
se manie liues confounds.
1490_Had doting
PRIAM checkt his
sons de
sire,
¶_TROY had bin bright with Fame, & not with fire.
¶Here feelingly
she weeps
TROYES painted woes,
¶For
sorrow, like a heauie hanging Bell,
¶Once
set on ringing, with his own waight goes,
1495Then little
strength rings out the dolefull knell,
¶So
LVCRECE set a worke,
sad tales doth tell
¶_To pencel'd pen
siuenes, & colour'd
sorrow,
¶_She lends them words, &
she their looks doth bor-
(row,
¶Shee throwes her eyes about the painting round,
1500And who
shee finds forlorne,
shee doth lament:
¶At la
st
shee
sees a wretched image bound,
¶That piteous lookes, to Phrygian
sheapheards lent,
¶His face though full of cares, yet
shew'd content,
¶_Onward to
TROY with the blunt
swains he goes,
1505_So mild that patience
seem'd to
scorne his woes.