61421As the grim Lion fawneth ore his pray,
422Sharpe hunger by the conque
st satis
fied:
423So ore this
sleeping
soule doth
TARQVIN stay,
424His rage of lu
st by gazing quali
fied;
425Slakt, not
suppre
st, for
standing by her
side,
426 His eye which late this mutiny re
straines,
427 Vnto a greater vprore tempts his vaines.
62428And they like
stragling
slaues for pillage
fighting,
429Obdurate va
ssals fell exploits e
ffe
cting,
430In bloudy death and raui
shment delighting;
431Nor childrens tears nor mothers grones re
spe
cting,
432Swell in their pride, the on
set
still expe
cting:
433 Anon his beating heart allarum
striking,
434 Giues the hot charge, & bids thē do their liking.
63435His drumming heart cheares vp his burning eye,
436His eye commends the leading to his hand;
437His hand as proud of
such a dignitie,
438Smoaking with pride, marcht on, to make his
stand
439On her bare bre
st, the heart of all her land;
440 Who
se ranks of blew vains as his hand did
scale,
441 Left their round turrets de
stitute and pale.
64442They mu
string to the quiet Cabinet,
443Where their deare gouerne
sse and ladie lies,
444Do tell her
shee is dreadfullie be
set,
445And fright her with confu
sion of their cries.
446Shee much amaz'd breakes ope her lockt vp eyes,
447 Who peeping foorth this tumult to behold,
448 Are by his
flaming torch dim'd and controld.
65449Imagine her as one in dead of night,
450From forth dull
sleepe by dreadfull fancie waking,
451That thinkes
shee hath beheld
some ga
stlie
sprite,
452Who
se grim a
spe
ct sets euerie ioint a
shaking,
453What terror tis: but
shee in wor
ser taking,
454 From
sleepe di
sturbed, heedfullie doth view
455 The
sight which makes
suppo
sed terror trew.