Losing her woes in shows of discontent. But now the mindful messenger, come back, Which when her sad-beholding husband saw, Her eyes, though sod in tears, look'd red and raw, At last he takes her by the bloodless hand, And thus begins: "What uncouth ill event [stand? "Hath thee befallen, that thou dost trembling "Sweet love, what spite hath thy fair colour spent? 'Why art thou thus attir'd in discontent? 66 "Unmask, dear dear, this moody heaviness, "And tell thy grief, that we may give redress." 53 water-galls] i. e. watery appearances in the sky, attendant on rainbows. Three times with sighs she gives her sorrow fire, And now this pale swan in her watery nest Begins the sad dirge of her certain ending: "Few words," quoth she, "shall fit the trespass best, "Where no excuse can give the fault amending: "In me more woes than words are now depending; "And my laments would be drawn out too long, "To tell them all with one poor tired tongue. "Then be this all the task it hath to say:“Dear husband, in the interest of thy bed "A stranger came, and on that pillow lay "Where thou wast wont to rest thy weary head; "And what wrong else may be imagined "By foul enforcement might be done to me, "From that, alas! thy Lucrece is not free. "For in the dreadful dead of dark midnight, "With shining falchion in my chamber came "A creeping creature, with a flaming light, 54 address'd] i. e. ready. "And softly cried, Awake, thou Roman dame, "For some hard-favour'd groom of thine, quoth he, "Unless thou yoke thy liking to my will, "I'll murder straight, and then I'll slaughter thee, "And swear I found you where you did fulfill "The loathsome act of lust, and so did kill "The lechers in their deed: this act will be "My fame, and thy perpetual infamy. "With this I did begin to start and cry, 66 "I should not live to speak another word: "And never be forgot in mighty Rome "The adulterate death of Lucrece and her groom. "Mine enemy was strong, my poor self weak, "And far the weaker with so strong a fear: "My bloody judge forbade my tongue to speak; "No rightful plea might plead for justice there: "His scarlet lust came evidence to swear "That my poor beauty had purloin'd his eyes, "And when the judge is robb'd, the prisoner "O teach me how to make mine own excuse! “Or, at the least, this refuge let me find; 66 Though my gross blood be stain'd with this abuse, "Immaculate and spotless is my mind; "That was not fore'd; that never was inclin'd Lo here, the hopeless merchant of this loss, woe, With sad-set eyes, and wretched arms across, As through an arch the violent roaring tide Which speechless woe of his, poor she attendeth And his untimely frenzy thus awaketh: “Dear lord, thy sorrow to my sorrow lendeth "Another power; no flood by raining slaketh. "My woc too sensible thy passion maketh "More feeling-painful: let it then suffice "To drown one woe, one pair of weeping eyes. "And for my sake, when I might charm thee so, "For she that was thy Lucrece, -now attend me; "Be suddenly revenged on my foe, "Thine, mine, his own; suppose thou dost defend me "From what is past: the help that thou shalt lend me "Comes all too late, yet let the traitor die; "For sparing justice feeds iniquity. "But ere I name him, you, fair lords," quoth she, (Speaking to those that came with Collatine) "Shall plight your honourable faiths to me, "With swift pursuit to venge this wrong of mine: "For 'tis a meritorious fair design, "To chase injustice with revengeful arms: "Knights, by their oaths, should right poor ladies' harms.' At this request, with noble disposition 66 "How |