ting his barbarous
foote on her bare snowie breast, bad her yeeld or haue her wind stampt
out She crid, stamp, stifle me in my hair, hang me vp by it on a beame,
and so let mee die rather than I shoulde go to heauen wyth a beame in
my eie. No (quoth he) nor stampt, nor stifled, nor hanged, nor to heauen
shalt thou go til I haue had my wil of thee, thy busie armes in these
silken fetters Ile infold. Dismissing her haire from his fingers, and
pinnioning her elbowes therwithal, she strugled, she wrested, but al was
in vain. So strugling & so resisting, her iewels did sweate, signifieng
there was poison comming towards her. On the hard boords hee threw her,
and vsed his knee as an yron ram to beate ope the two leaude gate of her
chastitie. Her husbands dead bodie he made a pillow to his abhomination.
Coniecture the rest, my words sticke fast in the mire and are cleane
tyred, would I had neuer vndertooke this tragicall tale. Whatsoeuer is
borne is borne to haue end. Thus endeth my tale, his boorish lust was
glutted, his beastly desire satisfied, what in the house of any worth
was carriageable, he put vp and went his way.

Let not your sorow die, you that haue read the proeme and narration of
this elegiacal history. Shew you haue quick wits in sharpe conceit of
compassion. A woman that hath viewd all her children sacrificed before
her eies, & after the first was slaine wipt the sword with her apron to
prepare it for the clenly murther of the second, and so on forwarde till
came to the empiercing of the seuenteenth of her loines, will you not
giue her great allowance of anguish. This woman, this matrone, this
forsaken _Heraclide_, hauing buried fourteene children in fiue dayes,
whose eyes she howlingly closed, and caught many wrinckles with funerall
kisses: besides, hauing her husband within a day after layd forth as
a comfortlesse corse, a carrionly blocke, that could neither eate with
her, speak with her, nor weepe with her, is she not to be borne withall
though her bodie swells wyth a tympanie of teares, though her speach be
as impatient as vnhappy _Hecubaes_, though her head raues and her braine
doates? Deuise with your selues that you see a corse rising from
his heirce after hee is carried to Church, and such another suppose
_Heraclide_ to bee, rising from the couch of enforced adulterie.

Her eyes were dimme, her cheekes bloudlesse, her breath smelt earthie,
her countenance was ghastly. Up she rose after she was deflowre