2111471Shew me the
strumpet that began this
stur,
1472That with my nailes her beautie I may teare:
1473Thy heat of lu
st fond
PARIS did incur
1474This lode of wrath, that burning Troy doth beare;
1475Thy eye kindled the
fire that burneth here,
1476 And here in Troy for tre
spa
sse of thine eye,
1477 The Sire, the
sonne, the Dame and daughter die.
2121478Why
should the priuate plea
sure of
some one
1479Become the publicke plague of manie moe?
1480Let
sinne alone committed, light alone
1481Vppon his head that hath tran
sgre
ssed
so.
1482Let guiltle
sse
soules be freed from guilty woe,
1483 For ones o
ffence why
should
so many fall?
1484 To plague a priuate
sinne in generall.
2131485Lo here weeps
HECVBA, here
PRIAM dies,
1486Here manly
HECTOR faints, here TROYLVS
sounds;
1487Here friend by friend in bloudie channel lies:
1488And friend to friend giues vnadui
sed wounds,
1489And one mans lu
st the
se manie liues confounds.
1490 Had doting
PRIAM checkt his
sons de
sire,
1491 TROY had bin bright with Fame, & not with
fire.
2141492Here feelingly
she weeps
TROYES painted woes,
1493For
sorrow, like a heauie hanging Bell,
1494Once
set on ringing, with his own waight goes,
1495Then little
strength rings out the dolefull knell,
1496So
LVCRECE set a worke,
sad tales doth tell
1497 To pencel'd pen
siuenes, & colour'd
sorrow,
1498 She lends them words, &
she their looks doth bor
-(row,
2151499Shee throwes her eyes about the painting round,
1500And who
shee
finds forlorne,
shee doth lament:
1501At la
st shee
sees a wretched image bound,
1502That piteous lookes, to Phrygian
sheapheards lent,
1503His face though full of cares, yet
shew'd content,
1504 Onward to
TROY with the blunt
swains he goes,
1505 So mild that patience
seem'd to
scorne his woes.