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The Rape of Lucrece.
She looks for night, and then she longs for morrow,
And both she thinks too long with her remaining.
Short time seems long in sorrows sharp sustaining.
Though woe be heavy, yet it seldom sleeps,
And they that watch see time how slow it creeps.
And both she thinks too long with her remaining.
Short time seems long in sorrows sharp sustaining.
Though woe be heavy, yet it seldom sleeps,
And they that watch see time how slow it creeps.
Which all this time hath overslipt her thought,
That she with painted Images hath spent,
Being from the feeling of her own grief brought
By deep surmise of others detriment,
Losing her woes in shews of discontent:
It easeth some, though none it ever cured,
To think their dolour others have endured.
That she with painted Images hath spent,
Being from the feeling of her own grief brought
By deep surmise of others detriment,
Losing her woes in shews of discontent:
It easeth some, though none it ever cured,
To think their dolour others have endured.
Upon Lucrece sending for Colatine in such haste, he with divers of his Allies and Friends returns home. But now the mindful Messenger come back,
Brings home his Lord and other company;
Who finds his Lucrece clad in mourning black,
And round about her tear-distained eye
Blew circles stream'd like Rain-bows in the sky.
These water-gals in her dim element,
Foretell new storms to those already spent.
Brings home his Lord and other company;
Who finds his Lucrece clad in mourning black,
And round about her tear-distained eye
Blew circles stream'd like Rain-bows in the sky.
These water-gals in her dim element,
Foretell new storms to those already spent.
Which when her sad beholding husband saw,
Amazedly in her sad face he stares;
Her eyes though sod in tears, lookt red and raw,
Her lively colour kill'd with deadly cares,
He hath no power to ask her how she fares,
Both stood, like old acquaintance in a trance,
Met far from home, wondring each others chance.
Amazedly in her sad face he stares;
Her eyes though sod in tears, lookt red and raw,
Her lively colour kill'd with deadly cares,
He hath no power to ask her how she fares,
Both stood, like old acquaintance in a trance,
Met far from home, wondring each others chance.
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