10871046If I doe wake some Plannet strike me downe,

10881047That I may slumber an eternall sleepe.

10891048Speake gentle Neece, what sterne vngentle hands,

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Hath lopt, and hewde, and made thy body bare,

10911050Of her two branches those sweet Ornaments,

10921051Whose cyrcling shadowes, Kings haue sought to sleepe(in,

10931052And might not gaine so great a happines

10941053As halfe thy loue: Why dost not speake to me?

10951054Alas, a crimson Riuer of warme blood,

10961055Like to a bubling Fountaine stirde with winde,

10971056Doth rise and fall betweene thy Rosed lips,

10981057Comming and going with thy honie breath.

10991058But sure some Tereus hath deflowred thee,

11001059And lest thou shouldst detect them cut thy tongue.

11011060Ah now thou turnst awaie thy face for shame,

11021061And notwithstanding all this losse of blood,

11031062As from a Conduit with their issuing spouts,

11041063Yet doe thy cheekes looke red as Titans face,

11051064Blushing to be encountred with a Clowde.

11061065Shall I speake for thee, shall I say tis so.

11071066Oh that I knew thy hart, and knew the beast,

11081067That I might raile at him to ease my minde.

11091068Sorrow concealed like an Ouen stoppt,

11101069Doth burne the hart to cinders where it is.

11111070Faire Philomela, why she but lost her tongue,

11121071And in a tedious sampler sowed her minde.

11131072But louely Neece, that meane is cut from thee,

11141073A craftier Tereus, Cosen hast thou met,

11151074And he hath cut those prettie fingers off,

11161075That could haue better sowed than Philomel.

11171076Oh had the monster seene those Lillie hands,

11181077Tremble like aspen leaues vpon a Lute,

11191078And make the silken strings delight to kisse them,

11201079He would not then haue tucht them for his life.

11211080Or had he heard the heauenly Harmonie,