106736Hee like a theeui
sh dog creeps
sadly thence,
737Shee like a wearied Lambe lies panting there,
738He
scowles and hates him
selfe for his o
ffence,
739Shee de
sperat with her nailes her
fle
sh doth teare.
740He faintly
flies
sweating with guiltie feare;
741 Shee
staies exclayming on the direfull night,
742 He runnes and chides his vani
sht loth'd delight.
107743He thence departs a heauy conuertite,
744Shee there remaines a hopele
sse ca
st-away,
745He in his
speed lookes for the morning light:
746Shee prayes
shee neuer may behold the day.
747For daie, quoth
shee, nights
scapes doth open lay,
748 And my true eyes haue neuer pra
ctiz'd how
749 To cloake o
ffences with a cunning brow.
108750They thinke not but that euerie eye can
see,
751The
same di
sgrace which they them
selues behold:
752And therefore would they
still in darkene
sse be,
753To haue their vn
seene
sinne remaine vntold.
754For they their guilt with weeping will vnfold,
755 And graue like water that doth eate in
steele,
756 Vppon my cheeks, what helpele
sse
shame I feele.
109757Here
shee exclaimes again
st repo
se and re
st,
758And bids her eyes hereafter
still be blinde,
759Shee wakes her heart by beating on her bre
st,
760And bids it leape from thence, where it maie
finde
761Some purer che
st, to clo
se
so pure a minde.
762 Franticke with griefe thus breaths
shee forth her
spite,
763 Again
st the vn
seene
secrecie of night.
110764O comfort-killing night, image of Hell,
765Dim regi
ster, and notarie of
shame,
766Blacke
stage for tragedies, and murthers fell,
767Va
st sin-concealing Chaos, nour
se of blame.
768Blinde muf
fled bawd, darke harber for defame,
769 Grim caue of death, whi
spring con
spirator,
770 With clo
se-tong'd trea
son & the raui
sher.