15891453Perhaps shee culd it from among the rest.

15901454Titus. Soft so busilie she turnes the leaues,

15911455Help her, what would she finde? Lauinia shal I read?

15921456This is the tragicke tale of Philomel,

15931457And treats of Tereus treason and his rape,

15941458And rape I feare, was roote of thy annoie,

15951459Marcus. See brother see, note how she coats the leaues,

15961460Titus. Lauinia wert thou thus surpriz'd sweet gyrle?

15971461Rauisht and wrongd as Phlomela was,

15981462Frocd in the ruthlesse Vast and gloomie woods;

15991463See, see, I such a place there is where we did hunt,

16001464(O had we neuer, neuer hunted there,)

16011465Patternd by that the Poet here describes,

16021466By nature made for murthers and for rapes,

16031467Mar. O why should nature build so fowle a den.

16041468Vnlesse the Gods delight in Tragedies,

16051469Titus. Giue signes sweet gyrle, for here are none but(friends,

16061470What Romaine Lord it was durst doe the deed?

16071471Or slonke not Saturnine as Tarquin erst,

16081472That left the Campe to sinne in Lucrece bed

16091473Marc. Sit downe sweet Neece, brother sit downe by(mee,

16101474Appollo, Pallas, Ioue or Mercurie,

16111475Inspire me that I may this treason finde,

16121476My Lord looke here, looke here Lauinia,

16151479This sandie plot is plaine, guide if thou canst

16161480This after me, I haue writ my name,

16171481Without the help of any hand at all.

16181482Curst be that hart that forcd vs to this shift:

16191483Write thou good Neece, and here display at last,

16201484What God will haue discouered for reuenge,

16211485Heauen guide thy pen to print thy sorrowes plaine,