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ound in spacious field. And he who on his mother venged his ire, Against the Destinies durst sharp[163] darts require. 10 Could I therefore her comely tresses tear? Yet was she graced with her ruffled hair. So fair she was, Atalanta she resembled, Before whose bow th' Arcadian wild beasts trembled. Such Ariadne was, when she bewails, Her perjured Theseus' flying vows and sails. So, chaste Minerva, did Cassandra fall Deflowered[164] except within thy temple wall. That I was mad, and barbarous all men cried: She nothing said; pale fear her tongue had tied. 20 But secretly her looks with checks did trounce me, Her tears, she silent, guilty did pronounce me. Would of mine arms my shoulders had been scanted: Better I could part of myself have wanted. To mine own self have I had strength so furious, And to myself could I be so injurious? Slaughter and mischiefs instruments, no better, Deserved chains these cursed hands shall fetter. Punished I am, if I a Roman beat: Over my mistress is my right more great? 30 Tydides left worst signs[165] of villainy; He first a goddess struck: another I. Yet he harmed less; whom I professed to love I harmed: a foe did Diomede's anger move. Go now, thou conqueror, glorious triumphs raise, Pay vows to Jove; engirt thy hairs with bays. And let the troops which shall thy chariot follow, "Ioe, a strong man conquered this wench," hollow. Let the sad captive foremost, with locks spread On her white neck, but for hurt cheeks,[166] be led. 40 Meeter it were her lips were blue with kissing, And on her neck a wanton's[167] mark not missing. But, though I like a swelling flood was driven, And as a prey unto blind anger given, Was't not enough the fearful wench to chide? Nor thunder, in rough threatenings, haughty pride? Nor shamefully her coat pull o'er her crown, Which to her waist her girdle still kept down? But cruelly her tresses having rent, My nails to scratch her lovely cheeks I bent. 50 Sighing she stood, her bloodless white looks shewed, Like marble from the Parian mountains hewed. Her half-dead joints, and trembling limbs I saw, Like poplar leaves blown with a stormy flaw. Or slender ears, with gentle zephyr shake
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