THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
1531065Nor
shall he
smile at thee in
secret thought,
1066Nor laugh with his companions at thy
state,
1067But thou
shalt know thy intre
st was not bought
1068Ba
sely with gold, but
stolne from foorth thy gate.
1069For me I am the mi
stre
sse of my fate,
1070 And with my tre
spa
sse neuer will di
spence,
1071 Till life to death acquit my for
st o
ffence.
1541072I will not poy
son thee with my attaint,
1073Nor fold my fault in cleanly coin'd excu
ses,
1074My
sable ground of
sinne I will not paint,
1075To hide the truth of this fal
se nights abu
ses.
1076My tongue
shall vtter all, mine eyes like
sluces,
1077 As from a mountaine
spring that feeds a dale,
1078 Shal gu
sh pure
streams to purge my impure tale.
1551079By this lamenting Philomele had ended
1080The well-tun'd warble of her nightly
sorrow,
1081And
solemne night with
slow
sad gate de
scended
1082To ouglie Hell, when loe the blu
shing morrow
1083Lends light to all faire eyes that light will borrow.
1084 But cloudie
LVCRECE shames her
selfe to
see,
1085 And therefore
still in night would cloi
stred be.
Reuealing