2261576Which all this time hath ouer
slipt her thought,
1577That
shee with painted Images hath
spent,
1578Being from the feeling of her own griefe brought,
1579By deepe
surmi
se of others detriment,
1580Loo
sing her woes in
shews of di
scontent:
1581 It ea
seth
some, though none it euer cured,
1582 To thinke their dolour others haue endured.
2271583But now the mindfull Me
ssenger come backe,
1584Brings home his Lord and other companie,
1585Who
finds his
LVCRECE clad in mourning black,
1586And round about her teare-di
stained eye
1587Blew circles
stream'd, like Rain-bows in the skie.
1588 The
se watergalls in her dim Element,
1589 Foretell new
stormes to tho
se alreadie
spent.
2281590Which when her
sad beholding husband
saw,
1591Amazedlie in her
sad face he
stares:
1592Her eyes though
sod in tears look'd red and raw,
1593Her liuelie colour kil'd with deadlie cares,
1594He hath no power to aske her how
shee fares,
1595 Both
stood like old acquaintance in a trance,
1596 Met far from home, wondring ech others chance.
2291597At la
st he takes her by the bloudle
sse hand,
1598And thus begins: what vncouth ill euent
1599Hath thee befalne, that thou do
st trembling
stand?
1600Sweet loue what
spite hath thy faire colour
spent?
1601Why art thou thus attir'd in di
scontent?
1602 Vnmaske deare deare, this moodie heauine
sse,
1603 And tell thy griefe, that we may giue redre
sse.
2301604Three times with
sighes
shee giues her
sorrow
fire,
1605Ere once
shee can di
scharge one word of woe:
1606At length addre
st to an
swer his de
sire,
1607Shee mode
stlie prepares, to let them know
1608Her Honor is tane pri
soner by the Foe,
1609 While
COLATINE and his con
sorted Lords,
1610 With
sad attention long to heare her words.