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<p>LVCRECE.</p>
<p>LONDON.
Printed by Richard Field, for Iohn Harrison, and are
to be sold at the signe of the white Greyhound
in Paules Churh-yard. 1594.</p>
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<head>TO THE RIGHT
HONOVRABLE, HENRY
VVriothesley, Earle of Southhampton,
and Baron of Titchfield.</head>
<p>THE loue I dedicate to your
Lordship is without end: wher<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>of
this Pamphlet without be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ginning
is but a superfluous
Moity. The warrant I haue of
your Honourable disposition,
not the worth of my vntutord
Lines makes it assured of acceptance. VVhat I haue
done is yours, what I haue to doe is yours, being
part in all I haue, deuoted yours. VVere my worth
greater, my duety would shew greater, meane time,
as it is, it is bound to your Lordship; To whom I wish
long life still lengthned with all happinesse.</p>
<signed>Your Lordships in all duety. William Shakespeare.</signed>
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<pb facs="tcp:6683:3"/>
<head>THE ARGVMENT.</head>
<p>
<hi>LVcius Tarquinius</hi> (for his excessiue pride surnamed <hi>Superbus</hi>)
after hee had caused his owne father in law <hi>Seruius Tullius</hi> to
be cruelly murdred, and contrarie to the Romaine lawes and cu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>stomes,
not requiring or staying for the peoples suffrages, had possessed
himselfe of the kingdome: went accompanyed with his sonnes and other
Noble men of Rome, to besiege <hi>Ardea,</hi> during which siege, the principall
men of the Army meeting one euening at the Tent of <hi>Sextus Tarquini<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>us</hi>
the Kings sonne, in their discourses after supper euery one commended
the vertues of his owne wife: among whom <hi>Colatinus</hi> extolled the incom<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>parable
chastity of his wife <hi>Lucretia.</hi> In that pleasant humor they all po<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sted
to Rome, and intending by theyr secret and sodaine arriuall to make
triall of that which euery one had before auouched, onely <hi>Colatinus</hi> finds
his wife (though it were late in the night) spinning amongest her maides,
the other Ladies were all found dauncing and reuelling, or in seuerall dis<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ports: whereupon the Noble men yeelded <hi>Colatinus</hi> the victory, and
his wife the Fame. At that time <hi>Sextus Tarquinius</hi> being ensflamed
with <hi>Lucrece</hi> beauty, yet smoothering his passions for the present, departed
with the rest backe to the Campe: from whence he shortly after priuily
withdrew himselfe, and was (according to his estate) royally entertayned
and lodged by <hi>Lucrece</hi> at <hi>Colatium.</hi> The same night he tretcherouslie
stealeth into her Chamber, violently rauisht her, and early in the mor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning
speedeth away. <hi>Lucrece</hi> in this lamentable plight, hastily dispatch<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>eth
Messengers, one to Rome for her father, another to the Campe for
<hi>Colatine.</hi> They came, the one accompanyed with <hi>Iunius Brutus,</hi> the o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ther
with <hi>Publius Valerius:</hi> and finding <hi>Lucrece</hi> attired in mourning
habite, demanded the cause of her sorrow. Shee first taking an oath of
them for her reuenge, reuealed the Actor, and whole maner of his dea<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ling,
and withall sodainely stabbed her selfe. Which done, with one con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sent
they all vowed to roote out the whole hated family of the <hi>Tarquins:</hi>
and bearing the dead body to Rome, <hi>Brutus</hi> acquainted the people with
the doer and manner of the vile deede: with a bitter inuectiue against the
tyranny of the King, wherewith the people were so moued, that with one
consent and a general acclamation the <hi>Tarquins</hi> were all exiled, and the
state gouernment changed from Kings to Consuls.</p>
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<head>THE RAPE OF
LVCRECE.</head>
<lg>
<l>FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,</l>
<l>Borne by the trustlesse wings of false desire,</l>
<l>Lust-breathed TARQVIN, leaues the Roman host,</l>
<l>And to Colatium beares the lightlesse fire,</l>
<l>VVhich in pale embers hid, lurkes to aspire,</l>
<l>And girdle with embracing flames, the wast</l>
<l>Of COLATINES fair loue, LVCRECE the chast.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Hap'ly that name of chast, vnhap'ly set</l>
<l>This batelesse edge on his keene appetite:</l>
<l>VVhen COLATINE vnwisely did not let,</l>
<l>To praise the cleare vnmatched red and white,</l>
<l>VVhich triumpht in that skie of his delight:</l>
<l>VVhere mortal stars as bright as heaue<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g>s Beauties,</l>
<l>VVith pure aspects did him peculiar dueties.</l>
</lg>
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<l>For he the night before in Tarquins Tent,</l>
<l>Vnlockt the treasure of his happie state:</l>
<l>VVhat priselesse wealth the heauens had him lent,</l>
<l>In the possession of his beauteous mate.</l>
<l>Reckning his fortune at such high proud rate,</l>
<l>That Kings might be espowsed to more fame,</l>
<l>But King nor Peere to such a peerelesse dame.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>O happinesse enioy'd but of a few,</l>
<l>And if possest as soone decayed and done:</l>
<l>As is the mornings siluer melting dew,</l>
<l>Against the golden splendour of the Sunne.</l>
<l>An expir'd date canceld ere well begunne.</l>
<l>Honour and Beautie in the owners armes,</l>
<l>Are weakelie fortrest from a world of harmes.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Beautie it selfe doth of it selfe perswade,</l>
<l>The eies of men without an Orator,</l>
<l>VVhat needeth then Apologies be made</l>
<l>To set forth that which is so singuler?</l>
<l>Or why is Colatine the publisher</l>
<l>Of that rich iewell he should keepe vnknown,</l>
<l>From theeuish eares because it is his owne?</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<pb facs="tcp:6683:4"/>
<l>Perchance his bost of Lucrece Sou'raigntie,</l>
<l>Suggested this proud issue of a King:</l>
<l>For by our eares our hearts oft taynted be:</l>
<l>Perchance that enuie of so rich a thing</l>
<l>Brauing compare, disdainefully did sting</l>
<l>His high picht thoughts that meaner men should vant,</l>
<l>That golden hap which their superiors want.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>But some vntimelie thought did instigate,</l>
<l>His all too timelesse speede if none of those,</l>
<l>His honor, his affaires, his friends, his state,</l>
<l>Neglected all, with swift intent he goes,</l>
<l>To quench the coale which in his liuer glowes.</l>
<l>O rash false heate, wrapt in repentant cold,</l>
<l>Thy hastie spring still blasts and nere growes old.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>VVhen at Colatia this false Lord arriued,</l>
<l>VVell was he welcom'd by the Romaine dame,</l>
<l>VVithin whose face Beautie and Vertue striued,</l>
<l>VVhich of them both should vnder prop her fame.</l>
<l>VVhe<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g> Vertue brag'd, Beautie wold blush for shame,</l>
<l>VVhen Beautie bosted blushes, in despight</l>
<l>Vertue would staine that ore with siluer white.</l>
</lg>
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<l>But Beautie in that white entituled,</l>
<l>From Venus doues doth challenge that faire field,</l>
<l>Then Vertue claimes from Beautie, Beauties red,</l>
<l>VVhich Vertue gaue the golden age, to guild</l>
<l>Their siluer cheekes, and cald it then their shield,</l>
<l>Teaching them thus to vse it in the fight,</l>
<l>VVhe<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g> shame assaild, the red should fe<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g>ce the white.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>This Herauldry in LVCRECE face was seene,</l>
<l>Argued by Beauties red and Vertues white,</l>
<l>Of eithers colour was the other Queene:</l>
<l>Prouing from worlds minority their right,</l>
<l>Yet their ambition makes them still to fight:</l>
<l>The soueraignty of either being so great,</l>
<l>That oft they interchange ech others seat.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>This silent warre of Lillies and of Roses,</l>
<l>VVhich TARQVIN vew'd in her faire faces field,</l>
<l>In their pure rankes his traytor eye encloses,</l>
<l>VVhere least betweene them both it should be kild.</l>
<l>The coward captiue vanquished, doth yeeld</l>
<l>To those two Armies that would let him goe,</l>
<l>Rather then triumph in so false a foe.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>Now thinkes he that her husbands shallow tongue,</l>
<l>The niggard prodigall that praisde her so:</l>
<l>In that high taske hath done her Beauty wrong.</l>
<l>VVhich farre exceedes his barren skill to show.</l>
<l>Therefore that praise which COLATINE doth owe,</l>
<l>Inchaunted TARQVIN aunswers with surmise,</l>
<l>In silent wonder of still gazing eyes.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>This earthly sainct adored by this deuill,</l>
<l>Little suspecteth the false worshipper:</l>
<l>"For vnstaind thoughts do seldom dream on euill.</l>
<l>"Birds neuer lim'd, no secret bushes feare:</l>
<l>So guiltlesse shee securely giues good cheare,</l>
<l>And reuerend welcome to her princely guest,</l>
<l>VVhose inward ill no outward harme exprest.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>For that he colourd with his high estate,</l>
<l>Hiding base sin in pleats of Maiestie:</l>
<l>That nothing in him seemd inordinate,</l>
<l>Saue sometime too much wonder of his eye,</l>
<l>VVhich hauing all, all could not satisfie;</l>
<l>But poorly rich so wanteth in his store,</l>
<l>That cloy'd with much, he pineth still for more.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>But she that neuer cop't with straunger eies,</l>
<l>Could picke no meaning from their parling lookes,</l>
<l>Nor read the subtle shining secrecies,</l>
<l>VVrit in the glassie margents of such bookes,</l>
<l>Shee toucht no vnknown baits, nor feard no hooks,</l>
<l>Nor could shee moralize his wanton sight,</l>
<l>More then his eies were opend to the light.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>He stories to her eares her husbands fame,</l>
<l>VVonne in the fields of fruitfull Italie:</l>
<l>And decks with praises Colatines high name,</l>
<l>Made glorious by his manlie chiualrie,</l>
<l>VVith bruised armes and wreathes of victorie,</l>
<l>Her ioie with heaued-vp hand she doth expresse,</l>
<l>And wordlesse so greetes heauen for his successe.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Far from the purpose of his comming thither,</l>
<l>He makes excuses for his being there,</l>
<l>No clowdie show of stormie blustring wether,</l>
<l>Doth yet in his faire welkin once appeare,</l>
<l>Till sable Night mother of dread and feare,</l>
<l>Vppon the world dim darknesse doth displaie,</l>
<l>And in her vaultie prison, stowes the daie.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>For then is Tarquine brought vnto his bed,</l>
<l>Intending wearinesse with heauie sprite:</l>
<l>For after supper long he questioned,</l>
<l>VVith modest Lucrece, and wore out the night,</l>
<l>Now leaden slumber with liues strength doth fight,</l>
<l>And euerie one to rest themselues betake,</l>
<l>Saue theeues, and cares, and troubled minds that wake.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>As one of which doth Tarquin lie reuoluing</l>
<l>The sundrie dangers of his wils obtaining:</l>
<l>Yet euer to obtaine his will resoluing.</l>
<l>Though weake-built hopes perswade him to abstai<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning</l>
<l>Dispaire to gaine doth traffique oft for gaining,</l>
<l>And when great treasure is the meede proposed,</l>
<l>Though death be adiu<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g>ct, ther's no death supposed.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Those that much couet are with gaine so fond,</l>
<l>That what they haue not, that which they possesse</l>
<l>They scatter and vnloose it from their bond,</l>
<l>And so by hoping more they haue but lesse,</l>
<l>Or gaining more, the profite of excesse</l>
<l>Is but to surfet, and such griefes sustaine,</l>
<l>That they proue ba<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g>ckrout in this poore rich gain.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>The ayme of all is but to nourse the life,</l>
<l>VVith honor, wealth, and ease in wainyng age:</l>
<l>And in this ayme there is such thwarting strife,</l>
<l>That one for all, or all for one we gage:</l>
<l>As life for honour, in fell battailes rage,</l>
<l>Honor for wealth, and oft that wealth doth cost</l>
<l>The death of all, and altogether lost.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>So that in ventring ill, we leaue to be</l>
<l>The things we are, for that which we expect:</l>
<l>And this ambitious foule infirmitie,</l>
<l>In hauing much torments vs with defect</l>
<l>Of that we haue: so then we doe neglect</l>
<l>The thing we haue, and all for want of wit,</l>
<l>Make something nothing, by augmenting it.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Such hazard now must doting TARQVIN make,</l>
<l>Pawning his honor to obtaine his lust,</l>
<l>And for himselfe, himselfe he must forsake.</l>
<l>Then where is truth if there be no selfe-trust?</l>
<l>VVhen shall he thinke to find a stranger iust,</l>
<l>VVhen he himselfe, himselfe confounds, betraies</l>
<l>To sclandrous tongues & wretched hateful daies?</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>Now stole vppon the time the dead of night,</l>
<l>VVhen heauie sleeep had closd vp mortall eyes,</l>
<l>No comfortable starre did lend his light,</l>
<l>No noise but Owles, & wolues death-boding cries:</l>
<l>Now serues the season that they may surprise</l>
<l>The sillie Lambes, pure thoughts are dead & still,</l>
<l>VVhile Lust and Murder wakes to staine and kill.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>And now this lustfull Lord leapt from his bed,</l>
<l>Throwing his mantle rudely ore his arme,</l>
<l>Is madly tost betweene desire and dred;</l>
<l>Th'one sweetely flatters, th'other feareth harme,</l>
<l>But honest feare, bewicht with lustes foule charme,</l>
<l>Doth too too oft betake him to retire,</l>
<l>Beaten away by brainesicke rude desire.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>His Faulchon on a flint he softly smiteth,</l>
<l>That from the could stone sparkes of fire doe flie,</l>
<l>VVhereat a waxen torch forthwith he lighteth,</l>
<l>VVhich must be lodestarre to his lustfull eye.</l>
<l>And to the flame thus speakes aduisedlie;</l>
<l>As from this cold flint I enforst this fire,</l>
<l>So LVCRECE must I force to my desire.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>Here pale with feare he doth premeditate,</l>
<l>The daungers of his lothsome enterprise:</l>
<l>And in his inward mind he doth debate,</l>
<l>VVhat following sorrow may on this arise.</l>
<l>Then looking scornfully, he doth despise</l>
<l>His naked armour of still slaughtered lust,</l>
<l>And iustly thus controlls his thoughts vniust.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Faire torch burne out thy light, and lend it not</l>
<l>To darken her whose light excelleth thine:</l>
<l>And die vnhallowed thoughts, before you blot</l>
<l>VVith your vncleannesse, that which is deuine:</l>
<l>Offer pure incense to so pure a shrine:</l>
<l>Let faire humanitie abhor the deede,</l>
<l>That spots & stains loues modest snow-white weed.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>O shame to knighthood, and to shining Armes,</l>
<l>O foule dishonor to my houshoulds graue:</l>
<l>O impious act including all foule harmes.</l>
<l>A martiall man to be soft fancies slaue,</l>
<l>True valour still a true respect should haue,</l>
<l>Then my digression is so vile, so base,</l>
<l>That it will liue engrauen in my face.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>Yea though I die the scandale will suruiue,</l>
<l>And be an eie-sore in my golden coate:</l>
<l>Some lothsome dash the Herrald will contriue,</l>
<l>To cipher me how fondlie I did dote:</l>
<l>That my posteritie sham'd with the note</l>
<l>Shall curse my bones, and hold it for no sinne,</l>
<l>To wish that I their father had not beene.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>VVhat win I if I gaine the thing I seeke?</l>
<l>A dreame, a breath, a froth of fleeting ioy,</l>
<l>VVho buies a minutes mirth to waile a weeke?</l>
<l>Or sels eternitie to get a toy?</l>
<l>For one sweete grape who will the vine destroy?</l>
<l>Or what fond begger, but to touch the crowne,</l>
<l>VVould with the scepter straight be stroke<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g> down?</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>If COLATINVS dreame of my intent,</l>
<l>VVill he not wake, and in a desp'rate rage</l>
<l>Post hither, this vile purpose to preuent?</l>
<l>This siege that hath ingirt his marriage,</l>
<l>This blur to youth, this sorrow to the sage,</l>
<l>This dying vertue, this suruiuing shame,</l>
<l>VVhose crime will beare an euer-during blame.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>O what excuse can my inuention make</l>
<l>VVhen thou shalt charge me with so blacke a deed?</l>
<l>VVil not my tongue be mute, my fraile ioints shake?</l>
<l>Mine eies forgo their light, my false hart bleede?</l>
<l>The guilt beeing great, the feare doth still exceede;</l>
<l>And extreme feare can neither fight nor flie,</l>
<l>But cowardlike with trembling terror die.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Had COLATINVS kild my sonne or sire,</l>
<l>Or laine in ambush to betray my life,</l>
<l>Or were he not my deare friend, this desire</l>
<l>Might haue excuse to worke vppon his wife:</l>
<l>As in reuenge or quittall of such strife.</l>
<l>But as he is my kinsman, my deare friend,</l>
<l>The shame and fault finds no excuse nor end.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Shamefull it is: I, if the fact be knowne,</l>
<l>Hatefull it is: there is no hate in louing,</l>
<l>He beg her loue: but she is not her owne:</l>
<l>The worst is but deniall and reproouing.</l>
<l>My will is strong past reasons weake remoouing:</l>
<l>VVho feares a sentence or an old mans saw,</l>
<l>Shall by a painted cloth be kept in awe.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>Thus gracelesse holds he disputation,</l>
<l>Tweene frozen conscience and hot burning will,</l>
<l>And with good thoughts makes dispensation,</l>
<l>Vrging the worser sence for vantage still.</l>
<l>VVhich in a moment doth confound and kill</l>
<l>All pure effects, and doth so farre proceede,</l>
<l>That what is vile, shewes like a vertuous deede.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Quoth he, shee tooke me kindlie by the hand,</l>
<l>And gaz'd for tidings in my eager eyes,</l>
<l>Fearing some hard newes from the warlike band,</l>
<l>VVhere her beloued COLATINVS lies.</l>
<l>O how her feare did make her colour rise!</l>
<l>First red as Roses that on Lawne we laie,</l>
<l>Then white as Lawne the Roses tooke awaie.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>And how her hand in my hand being lockt,</l>
<l>Forst it to tremble with her loyall feare:</l>
<l>VVhich strooke her sad, and then it faster rockt,</l>
<l>Vntill her husbands welfare shee did heare.</l>
<l>VVhereat shee smiled with so sweete a cheare,</l>
<l>That had NARCISSVS seene her as shee stood,</l>
<l>Selfe-loue had neuer drown'd him in the flood.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>VVhy hunt I then for colour or excuses?</l>
<l>All Orators are dumbe when Beautie pleadeth,</l>
<l>Poore wretches haue remorse in poore abuses,</l>
<l>Loue thriues not in the hart that shadows dreadeth,</l>
<l>Affection is my Captaine and he leadeth.</l>
<l>And when his gaudie banner is displaide,</l>
<l>The coward fights, and will not be dismaide.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Then childish feare auaunt, debating die,</l>
<l>Respect and reason waite on wrinckled age:</l>
<l>My heart shall neuer countermand mine eie;</l>
<l>Sad pause, and deepe regard beseemes the sage,</l>
<l>My part is youth and beates these from the stage.</l>
<l>Desire my Pilot is, Beautie my prise,</l>
<l>Then who feares sinking where such treasure lies?</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>As corne ore-growne by weedes: so heedfull feare</l>
<l>Is almost choakt by vnresisted lust:</l>
<l>Away he steales with open listning eare,</l>
<l>Full of foule hope, and full of fond mistrust:</l>
<l>Both which as seruitors to the vniust,</l>
<l>So crosse him with their opposit perswasion,</l>
<l>That now he vowes a league, and now inuasion.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>VVithin his thought her heauenly image sits,</l>
<l>And in the selfe same seat sits COLATINE,</l>
<l>That eye which lookes on her confounds his wits,</l>
<l>That eye which him beholdes, as more deuine,</l>
<l>Vnto a view so false will not incline;</l>
<l>But with a pure appeale seekes to the heart,</l>
<l>VVhich once corrupted takes the worser part.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>And therein heartens vp his seruile powers,</l>
<l>VVho flattred by their leaders iocound show,</l>
<l>Stuffe vp his lust: as minutes fill vp howres.</l>
<l>And as their Captaine: so their pride doth grow,</l>
<l>Paying more slauish tribute then they owe.</l>
<l>By reprobate desire thus madly led,</l>
<l>The Romane Lord marcheth to LVCRECE bed.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>The lockes betweene her chamber and his will,</l>
<l>Ech one by him inforst retires his ward:</l>
<l>But as they open they all rate his ill,</l>
<l>VVhich driues the creeping theefe to some regard,</l>
<l>The threshold grates the doore to haue him heard,</l>
<l>Night wandring weezels shreek to see him there,</l>
<l>They fright him, yet he still pursues his feare.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>As each vnwilling portall yeelds him way,</l>
<l>Through little vents and cranies of the place,</l>
<l>The wind warres with his torch, to make him staie,</l>
<l>And blowes the smoake of it into his face,</l>
<l>Extinguishing his conduct in this case.</l>
<l>But his hot heart, which fond desire doth scorch,</l>
<l>Puffes forth another wind that fires the torch.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>And being lighted, by the light he spies</l>
<l>LVCRECIAS gloue, wherein her needle sticks,</l>
<l>He takes it from the rushes where it lies,</l>
<l>And griping it, the needle his finger pricks.</l>
<l>As who should say, this gloue to wanton trickes</l>
<l>Is not inur'd; returne againe in hast,</l>
<l>Thouseest our mistresse ornaments are chast.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>But all these poore forbiddings could not stay him,</l>
<l>He in the worst sence consters their deniall:</l>
<l>The dores, the wind, the gloue that did delay him,</l>
<l>He takes for accidentall things of triall.</l>
<l>Or as those bars which stop the hourely diall,</l>
<l>VVho with a lingring staie his course doth let,</l>
<l>Till euerie minute payes the howre his debt.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>So so, quoth he, these lets attend the time,</l>
<l>Like little frosts that sometime threat the spring,</l>
<l>To ad a more reioysing to the prime,</l>
<l>And giue the sneaped birds more cause to sing.</l>
<l>Pain payes the income of ech precious thing,</l>
<l>Huge rocks, high winds, strong pirats, shelues and sands</l>
<l>The marchant feares, ere rich at home he lands.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Now is he come vnto the chamber dore,</l>
<l>That shuts him from the Heauen of his thought,</l>
<l>VVhich with a yeelding latch, and with no more,</l>
<l>Hath bard him from the blessed thing he sought.</l>
<l>So from himselfe impiety hath wrought,</l>
<l>That for his pray to pray he doth begin,</l>
<l>As if the Heauens should countenance his sin.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>But in the midst of his vnfruitfull prayer,</l>
<l>Hauing solicited th'eternall power,</l>
<l>That his foule thoughts might co<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g>passe his fair faire,</l>
<l>And they would stand auspicious to the howre.</l>
<l>Euen there he starts, quoth he, I must deflowre;</l>
<l>The powers to whom I pray abhor this fact,</l>
<l>How can they then assist me in the act?</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>Then Loue and Fortune by my Gods, my guide,</l>
<l>My will is backt with resolution:</l>
<l>Thoughts are but dreames till their effects be tried,</l>
<l>The blackest sinne is clear'd with absolution.</l>
<l>Against loues fire, feares frost hath dissolution.</l>
<l>The eye of Heauen is out, and mistie night</l>
<l>Couers the shame that followes sweet delight.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>This said, his guiltie hand pluckt vp the latch,</l>
<l>And with his knee the dore he opens wide,</l>
<l>The doue sleeps fast that this night Owle will catch.</l>
<l>Thus treason workes ere traitors be espied.</l>
<l>VVho sees the lurking serpent steppes aside;</l>
<l>But shee sound sleeping fearing no such thing,</l>
<l>Lies at the mercie of his mortall sting.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Into the chamber wickedlie he stalkes,</l>
<l>And gazeth on her yet vnstained bed:</l>
<l>The curtaines being close, about he walkes,</l>
<l>Rowling his greedie eye-bals in his head.</l>
<l>By their high treason is his heart mis-led,</l>
<l>VVhich giues the watch-word to his hand ful soon,</l>
<l>To draw the clowd that hides the siluer Moon.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>Looke as the faire and fierie pointed Sunne,</l>
<l>Rushing from forth a cloud, bereaues our sight:</l>
<l>Euen so the Curtaine drawne, his eyes begun</l>
<l>To winke, being blinded with a greater light.</l>
<l>VVhether it is that shee reflects so bright,</l>
<l>That dazleth them, or else some shame supposed,</l>
<l>But blind they are, and keep themselues inclosed.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>O had they in that darkesome prison died,</l>
<l>Then had they seene the period of their ill:</l>
<l>Then COLATINE againe by LVCRECE side,</l>
<l>In his cleare bed might haue reposed still.</l>
<l>But they must ope this blessed league to kill,</l>
<l>And holie-thoughted LVCRECE to their sight,</l>
<l>Must sell her ioy, her life, her worlds delight.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Her lillie hand, her rosie cheeke lies vnder,</l>
<l>Coosning the pillow of a lawfull kisse:</l>
<l>VVho therefore angrie seemes to part in sunder,</l>
<l>Swelling on either side to want his blisse.</l>
<l>Betweene whose hils her head intombed is;</l>
<l>VVhere like a vertuous Monument shee lies,</l>
<l>To be admir'd of lewd vnhallowed eyes.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>VVithout the bed her other faire hand was,</l>
<l>On the greene couerlet whose perfect white</l>
<l>Showed like an Aprill dazie on the grasse,</l>
<l>VVith perlie swet resembling dew of night.</l>
<l>Her eyes like Marigolds had sheath'd their light,</l>
<l>And canopied in darkenesse sweetly lay,</l>
<l>Till they might open to adorne the day.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Her haire like golde<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g> threeds playd with her breath,</l>
<l>O modest wantons, wanton modestie!</l>
<l>Showing lifes triumph in the map of death,</l>
<l>And deaths dim looke in lifes mortalitie.</l>
<l>Ech in her sleepe themselues so beautifie,</l>
<l>As if betweene them twaine there were no strife,</l>
<l>But that life liu'd in death, and death in life.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Her breasts like Iuory globes circled with blew,</l>
<l>A paire of maiden worlds vnconquered,</l>
<l>Saue of their Lord, no bearing yoke they knew,</l>
<l>And him by oath they truely honored.</l>
<l>These worlds in TARQVIN new ambition bred,</l>
<l>VVho like a fowle vsurper went about,</l>
<l>From this faire throne to heaue the owner out.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>VVhat could he see but mightily he noted?</l>
<l>VVhat did he note, but strongly he desired?</l>
<l>VVhat he beheld, on that he firmely doted,</l>
<l>And in his will his wilfull eye he tyred.</l>
<l>VVith more then admiration he admired</l>
<l>Her azure vaines, her alablaster skinne,</l>
<l>Her corall lips, her snow-white dimpled chin.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>As the grim Lion fawneth ore his pray,</l>
<l>Sharpe hunger by the conquest satisfied:</l>
<l>So ore this sleeping soule doth TARQVIN stay,</l>
<l>His rage of lust by gazing qualified;</l>
<l>Slakt, not supprest, for standing by her side,</l>
<l>His eye which late this mutiny restraines,</l>
<l>Vnto a greater vprore tempts his vaines.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>And they like stragling slaues for pillage fighting,</l>
<l>Obdurate vassals fell exploits effecting,</l>
<l>In bloudy death and rauishment delighting;</l>
<l>Nor childrens tears nor mothers grones respecting,</l>
<l>Swell in their pride, the onset still expecting:</l>
<l>Anon his beating heart allarum striking,</l>
<l>Giues the hot charge, & bids the<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g> do their liking.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>His drumming heart cheares vp his burning eye,</l>
<l>His eye commends the leading to his hand;</l>
<l>His hand as proud of such a dignitie,</l>
<l>Smoaking with pride, marcht on, to make his stand</l>
<l>On her bare brest, the heart of all her land;</l>
<l>VVhose ranks of blew vains as his hand did scale.</l>
<l>Left their round turrets destitute and pale.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>They mustring to the quiet Cabinet,</l>
<l>VVhere their deare gouernesse and ladie lies,</l>
<l>Do tell her shee is dreadfullie beset,</l>
<l>And fright her with confusion of their cries.</l>
<l>Shee much amaz'd breakes ope her lockt vp eyes,</l>
<l>VVho peeping foorth this tumult to behold,</l>
<l>Are by his flaming torch dim'd and controld.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Imagine her as one in dead of night,</l>
<l>From forth dull sleepe by dreadfull fancie waking,</l>
<l>That thinkes shee hath beheld some gastlie sprite,</l>
<l>VVhose grim aspect sets euerie ioint a shaking,</l>
<l>VVhat terror tis: but shee in worser taking,</l>
<l>From sleepe disturbed, heedfullie doth view</l>
<l>The sight which makes supposed terror trew.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>VVrapt and confounded in a thousand feares,</l>
<l>Like to a new-kild bird shee trembling lies:</l>
<l>Shee dares not looke, yet winking there appeares</l>
<l>Quicke-shifting Antiques vglie in her eyes.</l>
<l>"Such shadowes are the weake-brains forgeries,</l>
<l>VVho angrie that the eyes flie from their lights,</l>
<l>In darknes daunts the<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g> with more dreadfull sights.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>His hand that yet remaines vppon her brest,</l>
<l>(Rude Ram to batter such an Iuorie wall:)</l>
<l>May feele her heart (poore Cittizen) distrest,</l>
<l>VVounding it selfe to death, rise vp and fall;</l>
<l>Beating her bulke, that his hand shakes withall.</l>
<l>This moues in him more rage and lesser pittie,</l>
<l>To make the breach and enter this sweet Citty.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>First like a Trompet doth his tongue begin,</l>
<l>To sound a parlie to his heartlesse foe,</l>
<l>VVho ore the white sheet peers her whiter chin,</l>
<l>The reason of this rash allarme to know,</l>
<l>VVhich he by dum demeanor seekes to show.</l>
<l>But shee with vehement prayers vrgethstill,</l>
<l>Vnder what colour he commits this ill.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>Thus he replies, the colour in thy face,</l>
<l>That euen for anger makes the Lilly pale,</l>
<l>And the red rose blush at her owne disgrace,</l>
<l>Shall plead for me and tell my louing tale.</l>
<l>Vnder that colour am I come to scale</l>
<l>Thy neuer conquered Fort, the fault is thine,</l>
<l>For those thine eyes betray thee vnto mine.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Thus I forestall thee, if thou meane to chide,</l>
<l>Thy beauty hath ensnar'd thee to this night,</l>
<l>VVhere thou with patience must my will abide,</l>
<l>My will that markes thee for my earths delight,</l>
<l>VVhich I to conquer sought with all my might.</l>
<l>But as reproofe and reason beat it dead,</l>
<l>By thy bright beautie was it newlie bred.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>I see what crosses my attempt will bring,</l>
<l>I know what thornes the growing rose defends,</l>
<l>I thinke the honie garded with a sting,</l>
<l>All this before-hand counsell comprehends.</l>
<l>But VVill is deafe, and hears no heedfull friends,</l>
<l>Onely he hath an eye to gaze on Beautie,</l>
<l>And dotes on what he looks, gainst law or duety.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>I haue debated euen in my soule,</l>
<l>VVhat wrong, what shame, what sorrow I shal breed,</l>
<l>But nothing can affections course controull,</l>
<l>Or stop the headlong furie of his speed.</l>
<l>I know repentant teares insewe the deed,</l>
<l>Reproch, disdaine, and deadly enmity,</l>
<l>Yet striue I to embrace mine infamy.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>This said, hee shakes aloft his Romaine blade,</l>
<l>VVhich like a Faulcon towring in the skies,</l>
<l>Cowcheth the fowle below with his wings shade,</l>
<l>VVhose crooked beake threats, if he mount he dies.</l>
<l>So vnder his insulting Fauchion lies</l>
<l>Harmelesse LVCRETIA marking what he tels,</l>
<l>VVith trembling feare:as fowl hear Faulco<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g>s bels.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>LVCRECE, quoth he, this night I must enioy thee,</l>
<l>If thou deny, then force must worke my way:</l>
<l>For in thy bed I purpose to destroie thee.</l>
<l>That done, some worthlesse slaue of thine ile slay.</l>
<l>To kill thine Honour with thy liues decaie.</l>
<l>And in thy dead armes do I meane to place him,</l>
<l>Swearing I slue him seeing thee imbrace him.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>So thy suruiuing husband shall remaine</l>
<l>The scornefull marke of euerie open eye,</l>
<l>Thy kinsmen hang their heads at this disdaine,</l>
<l>Thy issue blur'd with namelesse bastardie;</l>
<l>And thou the author of their obloquie,</l>
<l>Shalt haue thy trespasse cited vp in rimes,</l>
<l>And sung by children in succeeding times.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>But if thou yeeld, I rest thy secret friend,</l>
<l>The fault vnknowne, is as a thought vnacted,</l>
<l>"A little harme done to a great good end,</l>
<l>For lawfull pollicie remaines enacted.</l>
<l>"The poysonous simple sometime is compacted</l>
<l>In a pure compound; being so applied,</l>
<l>His venome in effect is purified.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Then for thy husband and thy childrens sake,</l>
<l>Tender my suite, bequeath not to their lot</l>
<l>The shame that from them no deuise can take,</l>
<l>The blemish that will neuer be forgot:</l>
<l>VVorse then a slauish wipe, or birth howrs blot,</l>
<l>For markes discried in mens natiuitie,</l>
<l>Are natures faultes, not their owne infamie.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>Here with a Cockeatrice dead killing eye,</l>
<l>He rowseth vp himselfe, and makes a pause,</l>
<l>VVhile shee the picture of pure pietie,</l>
<l>Like a white Hinde vnder the grypes sharpe clawes,</l>
<l>Pleades in a wildernesse where are no lawes,</l>
<l>To the rough beast, that knowes no gentle right,</l>
<l>Nor ought obayes but his fowle appetite.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>But when a black-fac'd clowd the world doth thret,</l>
<l>In his dim mist th'aspiring mountaines hiding:</l>
<l>From earths dark-womb, some gentle gust doth get,</l>
<l>VVhich blow these pitchie vapours fro<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g> their biding:</l>
<l>Hindring their present fall by this deuiding.</l>
<l>So his vnhallowed hast her words delayes,</l>
<l>And moodie PLVTO winks while Orpheus playes.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Yet fowle night-waking Cat he doth but dallie,</l>
<l>VVhile in his hold-fast foot the weak mouse pa<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g>teth,</l>
<l>Her sad behauiour feedes his vulture follie,</l>
<l>A swallowing gulfe that euen in plentie wanteth.</l>
<l>His eare her prayers admits, but his heart granteth</l>
<l>No penetrable entrance to her playning,</l>
<l>"Tears harden lust though marble were with ray<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>Her pittie-pleading eyes are sadlie fixed</l>
<l>In the remorselesse wrinckles of his face.</l>
<l>Her modest eloquence with sighes is mixed,</l>
<l>VVhich to her Oratorie addes more grace.</l>
<l>Shee puts the period often from his place,</l>
<l>And midst the sentence so her accent breakes,</l>
<l>That twise she doth begin ere once she speakes.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>She coniures him by high Almightie Ioue,</l>
<l>By knighthood, gentrie, and sweete friendships oth,</l>
<l>By her vntimely teares, her husbands loue,</l>
<l>By holie humaine law, and common troth,</l>
<l>By Heauen and Earth, and all the power of both:</l>
<l>That to his borrowed bed he make retire,</l>
<l>And stoope to Honor, not to fowle desire.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Quoth shee, reward not Hospitalitie,</l>
<l>VVith such black payment, as thou hast pretended,</l>
<l>Mudde not the fountaine that gaue drinke to thee,</l>
<l>Mar not the thing that cannot be amended.</l>
<l>End thy ill ayme, before thy shoote be ended.</l>
<l>He is no wood-man that doth bend his bow,</l>
<l>To strike a poore vnseasonable Doe.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>My husband is thy friend, for his sake spare me,</l>
<l>Thy selfe art mightie, for thine own sake leaue me:</l>
<l>My selfe a weakling, do not then insnare me.</l>
<l>Thou look'st not like deceipt, do not deceiue me.</l>
<l>My sighes like whirlewindes labor hence to heaue thee.</l>
<l>If euer man were mou'd with woma<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g>s mones,</l>
<l>Be moued with my teares, my sighes, my grones.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>All which together like a troubled Ocean,</l>
<l>Beat at thy rockie, and wracke-threatning heart,</l>
<l>To soften it with their continuall motion:</l>
<l>For stones dissolu'd to water do conuert.</l>
<l>O if no harder then a stone thou art,</l>
<l>Melt at my teares and be compassionate,</l>
<l>Soft pittie enters at an iron gate.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>In TARQVINS likenesse I did entertaine thee,</l>
<l>Hast thou put on his shape, to do him shame?</l>
<l>To all the Host of Heauen I complaine me.</l>
<l>Thou wrongst his honor, wou<g ref="char:cmbAbbrStroke">̄</g>dst his princely name:</l>
<l>Thou art not what thou seem'st, and if the same,</l>
<l>Thou seem'st not what thou art, a God, a King;</l>
<l>For kings like Gods should gouerne euery thing.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>How wi<gap reason="illegible: faint" extent="1 letter">
<desc>•</desc>
</gap>l thy shame be seeded in thine age</l>
<l>VVhen thus thy vices bud before thy spring?</l>