2061436And from the
strond of DARDAN where they fought,
1437To
SIMOIS reedie bankes the red bloud ran,
1438Who
se waues to imitate the battaile
sought
1439With
swelling ridges, and their rankes began
1440To breake vppon the galled
shore, and than
1441 Retire againe, till meeting greater ranckes
1442 They ioine, &
shoot their fome at SIMOIS bancks.
2071443To this well painted peece is
LVCRECE come,
1444To
find a face where all di
stre
sse is
steld,
1445Manie
shee
sees, where cares haue carued
some,
1446But none where all di
stre
sse and dolor dweld,
1447Till
shee di
spayring
HECVBA beheld,
1448 Staring on
PRIAMS wounds with her old eyes,
1449 Which bleeding vnder PIRRHVS proud foot lies.
2081450In her the Painter had anathomiz'd
1451Times ruine, beauties wracke, and grim cares raign,
1452Her cheeks with chops and wrincles were di
sguiz'd,
1453Of what
shee was, no
semblance did remaine:
1454Her blew bloud chang'd to blacke in euerie vaine,
1455 Wanting the
spring, that tho
se
shrunke pipes had (fed,
1456 Shew'd life impri
son'd in a bodie dead.
2091457On this
sad
shadow
LVCRECE spends her eyes,
1458And
shapes her
sorrow to the Beldames woes,
1459Who nothing wants to an
swer her but cries,
1460And bitter words to ban her cruell Foes.
1461The Painter was no God to lend her tho
se,
1462 And therefore LVCRECE
swears he did her wrong,
1463 To giue her
so much griefe, and not a tong.
2101464Poore In
strument (quoth
shee) without a
sound,
1465Ile tune thy woes with my lamenting tongue,
1466And drop
sweet Balme in
PRIAMS painted wound,
1467And raile on
PIRRHVS that hath done him wrong;
1468And with my tears quench Troy that burns
so long;
1469 And with my knife
scratch out the angrie eyes,
1470 Of all the Greekes that are thine enemies.