22615761576Which all this time hath overslipped her thought
15771577That she with painted images hath spent,
15781578Being from the feeling of her own grief brought
15791579By deep surmise of others' detriment,
15801580Losing her woes in shows of discontent.
15811581It easeth some, though none it ever cured,
15821582To think their dolor others have endured.
15841584Brings home his lord and other company,
15851585Who finds his Lucrece clad in mourning black,
15861586And round about her tear-distainèd eye
15871587Blue circles streamed, like rainbows in the sky.
15881588These water-galls in her dim element
15891589Foretell new storms to those already spent.
15911591Amazedly in her sad face he stares.
15921592Her eyes, though sod in tears, looked red and raw,
15931593Her lively color killed with deadly cares.
15941594He hath no power to ask her how she fares.
15951595Both stood like old acquaintance in a trance,
15961596Met far from home, wond'ring each other's chance.
15981598And thus begins: "What uncouth ill event
15991599Hath thee befall'n, that thou dost trembling stand?
16001600Sweet love, what spite hath thy fair color spent?
16011601Why art thou thus attired in discontent?
16021602Unmask, dear dear, this moody heaviness,
16031603And tell thy grief, that we may give redress."
23016041604Three times with sighs she gives her sorrow fire
16051605Ere once she can discharge one word of woe.
16061606At length addressed to answer his desire,
16071607She modestly prepares to let them know
16081608Her honor is ta'en prisoner by the foe,
16091609While Collatine and his consorted lords
16101610With sad attention long to hear her words.