84582My husband is thy friend, for his sake spare me,

583Thy selfe art mightie, for thine own sake leaue me:

584My selfe a weakling, do not then insnare me.

585Thou look'st not like deceipt, do not deceiue me.

586My sighes like whirlewindes labor hence to heaue (thee.

587 If euer man were mou'd with womās mones,

588 Be moued with my teares, my sighes, my grones.

85589All which together like a troubled Ocean,

590Beat at thy rockie, and wracke-threatning heart,

591To soften it with their continuall motion:

592For stones dissolu'd to water do conuert.

593O if no harder then a stone thou art,

594 Melt at my teares and be compassionate,

595 Soft pittie enters at an iron gate.

86596In TARQVINS likenesse I did entertaine thee,

597Hast thou put on his shape, to do him shame?

598To all the Host of Heauen I complaine me.

599Thou wrongst his honor, woūdst his princely name:

600Thou art not what thou seem'st, and if the same,

601 Thou seem'st not what thou art, a God, a King;

602 For kings like Gods should gouerne euery thing.