2211541For euen as
subtill
SINON here is painted,
1542So
sober
sad,
so wearie, and
so milde,
1543(As if with griefe or trauaile he had fainted)
1544To me came
TARQVIN armed to beguild
1545With outward hone
stie, but yet de
fild
1546 With inward vice, as
PRIAM him did cheri
sh:
1547 So did I
TARQVIN,
so my Troy did peri
sh.
2221548Looke looke how li
stning
PRIAM wets his eyes,
1549To
see tho
se borrowed teares that
SINON sheeds,
1550PRIAM why art thou old, and yet not wi
se?
1551For euerie teare he fals a Troian bleeds:
1552His eye drops
fire, no water thence proceeds,
1553 Tho
se roūd clear pearls of his that moue thy pitty,
1554 Are bals of quenchle
sse
fire to burne thy Citty.
2231555Such Deuils
steale e
ffe
cts from lightle
sse Hell,
1556For
SINON in his
fire doth quake with cold,
1557And in that cold hot burning
fire doth dwell,
1558The
se contraries
such vnitie do hold,
1559Only to
flatter fooles, and make them bold,
1560 So
PRIAMS tru
st fal
se
SINONS teares doth
flatter,
1561 That he
finds means to burne his Troy with water.
2241562Here all inrag'd
such pa
ssion her a
ssailes,
1563That patience is quite beaten from her brea
st,
1564Shee tears the
sencele
sse
SINON with her nailes,
1565Comparing him to that vnhappie gue
st,
1566Who
se deede hath made her
selfe, her
selfe dete
st,
1567 At la
st shee
smilingly with this giues ore,
1568 Foole fool, quoth
she, his wounds wil not be
sore.
2251569Thus ebs and
flowes the currant of her
sorrow,
1570And time doth wearie time with her complayning,
1571Shee looks for night, & then
shee longs for morrow,
1572And both
shee thinks too long with her remayning.
1573Short time
seems long, in
sorrowes
sharp
su
stayning,
1574 Though wo be heauie, yet it
seldome
sleepes,
1575 And they that watch,
see time, how
slow it creeps.