2311611And now this pale Swan in her watrie ne
st,
1612Begins the
sad Dirge of her certaine ending,
1613Few words (quoth
shee)
shall
fit the tre
spa
sse be
st,
1614Where no excu
se can giue the fault amending.
1615In me moe woes then words are now depending,
1616 And my laments would be drawn out too long,
1617 To tell them all with one poore tired tong.
2321618Then be this all the taske it hath to
say,
1619Deare husband in the intere
st of thy bed
1620A
stranger came, and on that pillow lay,
1621Where thou wa
st wont to re
st thy wearie head,
1622And what wrong el
se may be imagined,
1623 By foule inforcement might be done to me,
1624 From that (alas) thy
LVCRECE is not free.
2331625For in the dreadfull dead of darke midnight,
1626With
shining Fauchion in my chamber came
1627A creeping creature with a
flaming light,
1628And
softly cried, awake thou Romaine Dame,
1629And entertaine my loue, el
se la
sting
shame
1630 On thee and thine this night I will in
fli
ct,
1631 If thou my loues de
sire do contradi
ct.
2341632For
some hard fauour'd Groome of thine, quoth he,
1633Vnle
sse thou yoke thy liking to my will
1634Ile murther
straight, and then ile
slaughter thee,
1635And
sweare I found you where you did ful
fill
1636The loth
some a
ct of Lu
st, and
so did kill
1637 The lechors in their deed, this A
ct will be
1638 My Fame, and thy perpetuall infamy.
2351639With this I did begin to
start and cry,
1640And then again
st my heart he
set his
sword,
1641Swearing, vnle
sse I tooke all patiently,
1642I
should not liue to
speake another word.
1643So
should my
shame
still re
st vpon record,
1644 And neuer be forgot in mightie Roome
1645 Th'adulterat death of LVCRECE, and her Groome.