1471023In vaine I raile at oportunitie,

1024At time, at TARQVIN, and vnchearfull night,

1025In vaine I cauill with mine infamie,

1026In vaine I spurne at my confirm'd despight,

1027This helplesse smoake of words doth me no right:

1028 The remedie indeede to do me good,

1029 Is to let forth my fowle defiled blood.

1481030Poore hand why quiuerst thou at this decree?

1031Honor thy selfe to rid me of this shame,

1032For if I die, my Honor liues in thee,

1033But if I liue thou liu'st in my defame;

1034Since thou couldst not defend thy loyall Dame,

1035 And wast affeard to scratch her wicked Fo,

1036 Kill both thy selfe, and her for yeelding so.

1491037This said, from her betombled couch shee starteth,

1038To finde some desp'rat Instrument of death,

1039But this no slaughter house no toole imparteth,

1040To make more vent for passage of her breath,

1041Which thronging through her lips so vanisheth,

1042 As smoake from AETNA, that in aire consumes,

1043 Or that which from discharged Cannon fumes.