d, but
loath she arose, as a reprobate soule rising to the day of iudgement.
Looking on the tone side as she rose, she spide her husbands bodie lying
vnder her head: Ah then she bewayled as _Cephaius_ when hee had kild
_Procris_ vnwittingly, or _Oedipus_ when ignorant he had slaine his owne
father, and knowen his mother incestuously. This was her subdued reasons
discourse.

Haue I liu'd to make my husbands bodie the beere to carry me to hell,
had filthie pleasure no other pillowe to leane vpon but his spreaded
limmes? On thy flesh my fault shall bee imprinted at the day of
resurrection. O beauty, the bait ordained to insnare the irreligious:
rich men are robd for theyr welth, women are dishonested for being too
faire. No blessing is beautie but a curse: curst bee the time that euer
I was begotten: curst be the time that my mother brought me forth to
tempt. The serpent in paradice did no more, the serpent in paradice
is damned sempiternally: why should not I hold my selfe damned (if
predestinations opinions be true) that am predestinate to this horrible
abuse. The hogge dieth presently if he loseth an eye: with the hogge
haue I wallowed in the myre, I haue lost my eye of honestie, it is
cleane pluckt out with a strong hand of vnchastitie: what remaineth but
I dye? Die I will, though life be vnwilling: no recompence is there
for mee to redeeme my compelled offence, but with a rigorous compelled
death. Husband, He be thy wife in heauen: let not thy pure deceasing
spirite despise me when we meete, because I am tyrannously polluted.
The diuell, the belier of our frayltie, and common accuser of mankinde,
cannot accuse me though he would of vnconstrained submitting. If anie
guilt be mine, this is my fault, that I did not deforme my face, ere it
shuld so impiously allure. Hauing passioned thus a while, she hastely
ranne and lookt her selfe in her glasse to see if her sinne were not
written on her forhead: with looking shee blusht though none lookt vpon
her but her owne reflected image.

Then began she againe. _Heu quam difficile est crimen non prodere
vultu_; How hard is it not to bewray a mans fault by his forhead. My
selfe doo but behold my selfe, and yet I blush: then God beholding me,
shall not I bee ten times more ashamed? The Angells shall hisse at mee,
the Saints and Martyrs flye from me: yea, God himselfe shall adde to
the diuels damnation, because he suffred such a wicked creature to come
before him. _Agamemnon_ thou