1661156To kill my
selfe, quoth
shee, alacke what were it,
1157But with my body my poore
soules pollu
sion?
1158They that loo
se halfe with greater patience beare it,
1159Then they who
se whole is
swallowed in confu
sion.
1160That mother tries a mercile
sse conclu
sion,
1161 Who hauing two
sweet babes, when death takes (one,
1162 Will
slay the other, and be nur
se to none.
1671163My bodie or my
soule which was the dearer?
1164When the one pure, the other made deuine,
1165Who
se loue of eyther to my
selfe was nearer?
1166When both were kept for Heauen and COLATINE:
1167Ay me, the Barke pild from the loftie Pine,
1168 His leaues will wither, and his
sap decay,
1169 So mu
st my
soule her barke being pild away.
1681170Her hou
se is
sackt, her quiet interrupted,
1171Her man
sion batterd by the enemie,
1172Her
sacred temple
spotted,
spoild, corrupted,
1173Gro
slie ingirt with daring infamie.
1174Then let it not be cald impietie,
1175 If in this blemi
sht fort I make
some hole,
1176 Through which I may conuay this troubled
soule.
1691177Yet die I will not, till my
COLATINE 1178Haue heard the cau
se of my vntimelie death,
1179That he may vow in that
sad houre of mine,
1180Reuenge on him that made me
stop my breath,
1181My
stained bloud to
TARQVIN ile bequeath,
1182 Which by him tainted,
shall for him be
spent,
1183 And as his due writ in my te
stament.
1701184My Honor ile bequeath vnto the knife
1185That wounds my bodie
so di
shonored,
1186Tis Honor to depriue di
shonord life,
1187The one will liue, the other being dead.
1188So of
shames a
shes
shall my Fame be bred,
1189 For in my death I murther
shamefull
scorne,
1190 My
shame
so dead, mine honor is new borne.