2401674Which speechlesse woe of his poore she attendeth,

1675And his vntimelie frenzie thus awaketh,

1676Deare Lord, thy sorrow to my sorrow lendeth

1677Another power, no floud by raining slaketh,

1678My woe too sencible thy passion maketh

1679 More feeling painfull, let it than suffice

1680 To drowne on woe, one paire of weeping eyes.

2411681And for my sake when I might charme thee so,

1682For shee that was thy LVCRECE, now attend me,

1683Be sodainelie reuenged on my Foe.

1684Thine, mine, his own, suppose thou dost defend me

1685From what is past, the helpe that thou shalt lend me

1686 Comes all too late, yet let the Traytor die,

1687 "For sparing Iustice feeds iniquitie.

2421688But ere I name him, you faire Lords, quoth shee,

1689(Speaking to those that came with COLATINE)

1690Shall plight your Honourable faiths to me,

1691With swift pursuit to venge this wrong of mine,

1692For 'tis a meritorious faire designe,

1693 To chase iniustice with reuengefull armes,

1694 Knights by their oaths should right poore Ladies harmes.