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<div1 n="Dedication" type="section"><head>Dedication</head>
        <opener>To the Right Honourable Henry Wriothesly, Earl of
        Southampton, and Baron of Tichfield.</opener>

<p>THE love I dedicate to your lordship is without end; whereof this
pamphlet, without beginning, is but a superfluous moiety. The warrant
I have of your honourable disposition, not the worth of my untutored
lines, makes it assured of acceptance. What I have done is yours; what
I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours. Were
my worth greater, my duty would show greater; meantime, as it is, it
is bound to your lordship, to whom I wish long life, still lengthened
with all happiness.</p>

        <closer><salute>Your lordship's in all duty,</salute>
<signed>WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.</signed>
</closer>
      </div1>
<div1 n="Argument" type="section"><head>THE ARGUMENT</head>

<p>LUCIUS TARQUINIUS, for his excessive pride surnamed Superbus, after
he had caused his own father-in-law Servius Tullius to be cruelly
murdered, and, contrary to the Roman laws and customs, not requiring
or staying for the people's suffrages, had possessed himself of the
kingdom, went, accompanied with his sons and other noblemen of Rome,
to besiege Ardea. During which siege the principal men of the army
meeting one evening at the tent of Sextus Tarquinius, the king's son,
in their discourses after supper every one commended the virtues of
his own wife; among whom Collatinus extolled the incomparable chastity
of his wife Lucretia.  In that pleasant humor they all posted to Rome;
and intending, by their secret and sudden arrival, to make trial of
that which every one had before avouched, only Collatinus finds his
wife, though it were late in the night, spinning amongst her maids:
the other ladies were all found dancing and revelling, or in several
disports. Whereupon the noblemen yielded Collatinus the victory, and
his wife the fame. At that time Sextus Tarquinius being inflamed with
Lucrece' beauty, yet smothering his passions for the present, departed
with the rest back to the camp; from whence he shortly after privily
withdrew himself, and was, according to his estate, royally
entertained and lodged by Lucrece at Collatium. The same night he
treacherously stealeth into her chamber, violently ravished her, and
early in the morning speedeth away.  Lucrece, in this lamentable
plight, hastily dispatched messengers, one to Rome for her father,
another to the camp for Collatine. They came, the one accompanied with
Junius Brutus, the other with Publius Valerius; and finding Lucrece
attired in mourning habit, demanded the cause of her sorrow.  She,
first taking an oath of them for her revenge, revealed the actor, and
whole manner of his dealing, and withal suddenly stabbed
herself. Which done, with one consent they all vowed to root out the
whole hated family of the Tarquins; and bearing the dead body to Rome,
Brutus acquainted the people with the doer and manner of the vile
deed, with a bitter invective against the tyranny of the king:
wherewith the people were so moved, that with one consent and a
general acclamation the Tarquins were all exiled, and the state
government changed from kings to consuls.
</p></div1>
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      <div1 n="The Rape of Lucrece" type="section">
<head>The Rape of Lucrece</head>
<div2 n="1" type="stanza"><head>1</head>
<lg1 n="1" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1" ed="G"/><l>FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,
<lb n="2" ed="G"/></l><l>Borne by the trustless wings of false desire,
<lb n="3" ed="G"/></l><l>Lust-breathed Tarquin leaves the Roman host, 
<lb n="4" ed="G"/></l><l>And to Collatium bears the lightless fire
<lb n="5" ed="G"/></l><l>Which, in pale embers hid, lurks to aspire</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="6" ed="G"/><l>   And girdle with embracing flames the waist
<lb n="7" ed="G"/></l><l>   Of Collatine's fair love, Lucrece the chaste.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="2" type="stanza"><head>2</head>
<lg1 n="2" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="8" ed="G"/><l>Haply that name of 'chaste' unhappily set
<lb n="9" ed="G"/></l><l>This bateless edge on his keen appetite;
<lb n="10" ed="G"/></l><l>When Collatine unwisely did not let         
<lb n="11" ed="G"/></l><l>To praise the clear unmatched red and white
<lb n="12" ed="G"/></l><l>Which triumph'd in that sky of his delight,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="13" ed="G"/><l>   Where mortal stars, as bright as heaven's  beauties, 
<lb n="14" ed="G"/></l><l>   With pure aspects did him peculiar duties.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="3" type="stanza"><head>3</head>
<lg1 n="3" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="15" ed="G"/><l>For he the night before, in Tarquin's tent,
<lb n="16" ed="G"/></l><l>Unlock'd the treasure of his happy state;
<lb n="17" ed="G"/></l><l>What priceless wealth the heavens had him  lent
<lb n="18" ed="G"/></l><l>In the possess on of his beauteous mate;
<lb n="19" ed="G"/></l><l>Reckoning his fortune at such high-proud rate,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><l>   That kings might be espoused to more fame,
<lb n="21" ed="G"/></l><l>   But king nor peer to such a peerless dame.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="4" type="stanza"><head>4</head>
<lg1 n="4" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="22" ed="G"/><l>O happiness enjoy'd but of a few!
<lb n="23" ed="G"/></l><l>And, if possess'd, as soon decay'd and done
<lb n="24" ed="G"/></l><l>As is the morning's silver-melting dew
<lb n="25" ed="G"/></l><l>Against the golden splendour of the sun!
<lb n="26" ed="G"/></l><l>An expired date, cancell'd ere well begun:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="27" ed="G"/><l>   Honor and beauty, in the owner's arms,
<lb n="28" ed="G"/></l><l>   Are weakly fortress'd from a world of  harms. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="5" type="stanza"><head>5</head>
<lg1 n="5" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="29" ed="G"/><l>Beauty itself doth of itself persuade
<lb n="30" ed="G"/></l><l>The eyes of men without an orator;        
<lb n="31" ed="G"/></l><l>What needeth then apologies be made,
<lb n="32" ed="G"/></l><l>To set forth that which is so singular?
<lb n="33" ed="G"/></l><l>Or why is Collatine the publisher</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="34" ed="G"/><l>   Of that rich jewel he should keep unknown
<lb n="35" ed="G"/></l><l>   From thievish ears, because it is his own?</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="6" type="stanza"><head>6</head>
<lg1 n="6" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="36" ed="G"/><l>Perchance his boast of Lucrece' sovereignty
<lb n="37" ed="G"/></l><l>Suggested this proud issue of a king;
<lb n="38" ed="G"/></l><l>For by our ears our hearts oft tainted be:
<lb n="39" ed="G"/></l><l>Perchance that envy of so rich a thing,
<lb n="40" ed="G"/></l><l>Braving compare, disdainfully did sting   </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="41" ed="G"/><l>   His high-pitch'd thoughts, that meaner men  should vaunt 
<lb n="42" ed="G"/></l><l>   That golden hap which their superiors  want.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="7" type="stanza"><head>7</head>
<lg1 n="7" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="43" ed="G"/><l> But some untimely thought did instigate
<lb n="44" ed="G"/></l><l> His all-too-timeless speed, if none of those:
<lb n="45" ed="G"/></l><l> His honor, his affairs, his friends, his state,
<lb n="46" ed="G"/></l><l> Neglected all, with swift intent he goes
<lb n="47" ed="G"/></l><l> To quench the coal which in his liver glows.</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="48" ed="G"/><l>   O rash false heat, wrapp'd in repentant cold,
<lb n="49" ed="G"/></l><l>   Thy hasty spring still blasts, and ne'er grows  old! </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="8" type="stanza"><head>8</head>
<lg1 n="8" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><l> When at Collatium this false lord arrived, 
<lb n="51" ed="G"/></l><l> Well was he welcomed by the Roman dame,
<lb n="52" ed="G"/></l><l> Within whose face beauty and virtue strived
<lb n="53" ed="G"/></l><l> Which of them both should underprop her  fame: 
<lb n="54" ed="G"/></l><l> When virtue bragg'd, beauty would blush for  shame; </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="55" ed="G"/><l>   When beauty, boasted blushes, in despite
<lb n="56" ed="G"/></l><l>   Virtue would stain that o'er with silver  white.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="9" type="stanza"><head>9</head>
<lg1 n="9" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="57" ed="G"/><l> But beauty, in that white intituled,
<lb n="58" ed="G"/></l><l> From Venus' doves doth challenge that fair  field: 
<lb n="59" ed="G"/></l><l> Then virtue claims from beauty beauty's red,
<lb n="60" ed="G"/></l><l> Which virtue gave the golden age to gild   
<lb n="61" ed="G"/></l><l> Their silver cheeks, and call'd it then their  shield; </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="62" ed="G"/><l>   Teaching them thus to use it in the fight,
<lb n="63" ed="G"/></l><l>   When shame assail'd, the red should fence  the white. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="10" type="stanza"><head>10</head>
<lg1 n="10" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="64" ed="G"/><l>This heraldry in Lucrece' face was seen,
<lb n="65" ed="G"/></l><l>Argued by beauty's red and virtue's white:
<lb n="66" ed="G"/></l><l>Of either's colour was the other queen,
<lb n="67" ed="G"/></l><l>Proving from world's minority their right:
<lb n="68" ed="G"/></l><l>Yet their ambition makes them still to fight;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="69" ed="G"/><l>   The sovereignty of either being so great,
<lb n="70" ed="G"/></l><l>   That oft they interchange each other's seat.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="11" type="stanza"><head>11</head>
<lg1 n="11" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="71" ed="G"/><l>Their silent war of lilies and of roses,      
<lb n="72" ed="G"/></l><l>Which Tarquin view'd in her fair face's field,
<lb n="73" ed="G"/></l><l>In their pure ranks his traitor eye encloses;
<lb n="74" ed="G"/></l><l>Where, lest between them both it should be  kill'd, 
<lb n="75" ed="G"/></l><l>The coward captive vanquished doth yield</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="76" ed="G"/><l>   To those two armies that would let him go,
<lb n="77" ed="G"/></l><l>   Rather than triumph in so false a foe.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="12" type="stanza"><head>12</head>
<lg1 n="12" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="78" ed="G"/><l>Now thinks he that her husband's shallow  tongue,-- 
<lb n="79" ed="G"/></l><l>The niggard prodigal that praised her so,--
<lb n="80" ed="G"/></l><l>In that high task hath done her beauty wrong,
<lb n="81" ed="G"/></l><l>Which far exceeds his barren skill to show:
<lb n="82" ed="G"/></l><l>Therefore that praise which Collatine doth owe</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="83" ed="G"/><l>   Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise,
<lb n="84" ed="G"/></l><l>   In silent wonder of still-gazing eyes.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="13" type="stanza"><head>13</head>
<lg1 n="13" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="85" ed="G"/><l> This earthly saint, adored by this devil,
<lb n="86" ed="G"/></l><l> Little suspecteth the false worshipper;
<lb n="87" ed="G"/></l><l> For unstain'd thoughts do seldom dream on  evil; 
<lb n="88" ed="G"/></l><l> Birds never limed no secret bushes fear:
<lb n="89" ed="G"/></l><l> So guiltless she securely gives good cheer</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="90" ed="G"/><l>   And reverend welcome to her princely guest,
<lb n="91" ed="G"/></l><l>   Whose inward ill no outward harm express'd: </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="14" type="stanza"><head>14</head>
<lg1 n="14" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="92" ed="G"/><l> For that he color'd with his high estate,
<lb n="93" ed="G"/></l><l> Hiding base sin in plaits of majesty;
<lb n="94" ed="G"/></l><l> That nothing in him seem'd inordinate,
<lb n="95" ed="G"/></l><l> Save sometime too much wonder of his eye,
<lb n="96" ed="G"/></l><l> Which, having all, all could not satisfy;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="97" ed="G"/><l>   But, poorly rich, so wanteth in his store,
<lb n="98" ed="G"/></l><l>   That, cloy'd with much, he pineth still for   more. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="15" type="stanza"><head>15</head>
<lg1 n="15" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="99" ed="G"/><l> But she, that never coped with stranger eyes,
<lb n="100" ed="G"/></l><l> Could pick no meaning from their parling  looks,
<lb n="101" ed="G"/></l><l> Nor read the subtle-shining secrecies
<lb n="102" ed="G"/></l><l> Writ in the glassy margents of such books:
<lb n="103" ed="G"/></l><l> She touch'd no unknown baits, nor fear'd no  hooks; </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="104" ed="G"/><l>    Nor could she moralize his wanton sight,
<lb n="105" ed="G"/></l><l>    More than his eyes were open'd to the light.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="16" type="stanza"><head>16</head>
<lg1 n="16" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="106" ed="G"/><l>He stories to her ears her husband's fame,
<lb n="107" ed="G"/></l><l>Won in the fields of fruitful Italy;
<lb n="108" ed="G"/></l><l>And decks with praises Collatine's high name,
<lb n="109" ed="G"/></l><l>Made glorious by his manly chivalry
<lb n="110" ed="G"/></l><l>With bruised arms and wreaths of victory:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="111" ed="G"/><l>   Her joy with heaved-up hand she doth express, 
<lb n="112" ed="G"/></l><l>   And, wordless, so greets heaven for his success. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="17" type="stanza"><head>17</head>
<lg1 n="17" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="113" ed="G"/><l>Far from the purpose of his coming hither,
<lb n="114" ed="G"/></l><l>He makes excuses for his being there:
<lb n="115" ed="G"/></l><l>No cloudy show of stormy blustering weather
<lb n="116" ed="G"/></l><l>Doth yet in his fair welkin once appear;
<lb n="117" ed="G"/></l><l>Till sable Night, mother of Dread and Fear,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="118" ed="G"/><l>   Upon the world dim darkness doth display,
<lb n="119" ed="G"/></l><l>   And in her vaulty prison stows the Day.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="18" type="stanza"><head>18</head>
<lg1 n="18" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="120" ed="G"/><l>For then is Tarquin brought unto his bed,
<lb n="121" ed="G"/></l><l>Intending weariness with heavy spright;
<lb n="122" ed="G"/></l><l>For, after supper, long he questioned
<lb n="123" ed="G"/></l><l>With modest Lucrece, and wore out the night:
<lb n="124" ed="G"/></l><l>Now leaden slumber with life's strength doth  fight; </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="125" ed="G"/><l>   And every one to rest themselves betake,
<lb n="126" ed="G"/></l><l>   Save thieves, and cares, and troubled minds,  that wake. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="19" type="stanza"><head>19</head>
<lg1 n="19" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="127" ed="G"/><l>As one of which doth Tarquin lie revolving
<lb n="128" ed="G"/></l><l>The sundry dangers of his will's obtaining;
<lb n="129" ed="G"/></l><l>Yet ever to obtain his will resolving,
<lb n="130" ed="G"/></l><l>Though weak-built hopes persuade him to abstaining:
<lb n="131" ed="G"/></l><l>Despair to gain doth traffic oft for gaining;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="132" ed="G"/><l>   And when great treasure is the meed proposed, 
<lb n="133" ed="G"/></l><l>   Though death be adjunct, there's no death  supposed. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="20" type="stanza"><head>20</head>
<lg1 n="20" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="134" ed="G"/><l>Those that much covet are with gain so fond,
<lb n="135" ed="G"/></l><l>For what they have not, that which they possess 
<lb n="136" ed="G"/></l><l>They scatter and unloose it from their bond,
<lb n="137" ed="G"/></l><l>And so, by hoping more, they have but less;
<lb n="138" ed="G"/></l><l>Or, gaining more, the profit of excess</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="139" ed="G"/><l>   Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain,
<lb n="140" ed="G"/></l><l>   That they prove bankrupt in this poor-rich  gain.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="21" type="stanza"><head>21</head>
<lg1 n="21" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="141" ed="G"/><l>The aim of all is but to nurse the life
<lb n="142" ed="G"/></l><l>With honor, wealth, and ease, in waning age;
<lb n="143" ed="G"/></l><l>And in this aim there is such thwarting strife,
<lb n="144" ed="G"/></l><l>That one for all, or all for one we gage;
<lb n="145" ed="G"/></l><l>As life for honour in fell battle's rage;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="146" ed="G"/><l>   Honor for wealth; and oft that wealth doth  cost 
<lb n="147" ed="G"/></l><l>   The death of all, and all together lost.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="22" type="stanza"><head>22</head>
<lg1 n="22" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="148" ed="G"/><l>So that in venturing ill we leave to be
<lb n="149" ed="G"/></l><l>The things we are for that which we expect;
<lb n="150" ed="G"/></l><l>And this ambitious foul infirmity,          
<lb n="151" ed="G"/></l><l>In having much, torments us with defect
<lb n="152" ed="G"/></l><l>Of that we have: so then we do neglect</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="153" ed="G"/><l>   The thing we have; and, all for want of wit, 
<lb n="154" ed="G"/></l><l>   Make something nothing by augmenting it.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="23" type="stanza"><head>23</head>
<lg1 n="23" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="155" ed="G"/><l>Such hazard now must doting Tarquin make,
<lb n="156" ed="G"/></l><l>Pawning his honor to obtain his lust;
<lb n="157" ed="G"/></l><l>And for himself himself he must forsake:
<lb n="158" ed="G"/></l><l>Then where is truth, if there be no self-trust?
<lb n="159" ed="G"/></l><l>When shall he think to find a stranger just,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="160" ed="G"/><l>   When he himself himself confounds, betrays
<lb n="161" ed="G"/></l><l>   To slanderous tongues and wretched hateful  days?</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="24" type="stanza"><head>24</head>
<lg1 n="24" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="162" ed="G"/><l>Now stole upon the time the dead of night,
<lb n="163" ed="G"/></l><l>When heavy sleep had closed up mortal eyes:
<lb n="164" ed="G"/></l><l>No comfortable star did lend his light,
<lb n="165" ed="G"/></l><l>No noise but owls' and wolves' death-boding  cries; 
<lb n="166" ed="G"/></l><l>Now serves the season that they may surprise</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="167" ed="G"/><l>   The silly lambs: pure thoughts are dead and  still, 
<lb n="168" ed="G"/></l><l>   While lust and murder wake to stain and  kill. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="25" type="stanza"><head>25</head>
<lg1 n="25" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="169" ed="G"/><l> And now this lustful lord leap'd from his bed,
<lb n="170" ed="G"/></l><l> Throwing his mantle rudely o'er his arm; 
<lb n="171" ed="G"/></l><l> Is madly toss'd between desire and dread;
<lb n="172" ed="G"/></l><l> Th' one sweetly flatters, th' other feareth  harm;
<lb n="173" ed="G"/></l><l> But honest fear, bewitch'd with lust's foul  charm, </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="174" ed="G"/><l>   Doth too too oft betake him to retire,
<lb n="175" ed="G"/></l><l>   Beaten away by brain-sick rude desire.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="26" type="stanza"><head>26</head>
<lg1 n="26" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="176" ed="G"/><l> His falchion on a flint he softly smiteth,
<lb n="177" ed="G"/></l><l> That from the cold stone sparks of fire do fly;
<lb n="178" ed="G"/></l><l> Whereat a waxen torch forthwith he lighteth,
<lb n="179" ed="G"/></l><l> Which must be lode-star to his lustful eye;
<lb n="180" ed="G"/></l><l> And to the flame thus speaks advisedly,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="181" ed="G"/><l>   'As from this cold flint I enforced this fire,
<lb n="182" ed="G"/></l><l>   So Lucrece must I force to my desire.'</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="27" type="stanza"><head>27</head>
<lg1 n="27" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="183" ed="G"/><l> Here pale with fear he doth premeditate
<lb n="184" ed="G"/></l><l> The dangers of his loathsome enterprise,
<lb n="185" ed="G"/></l><l> And in his inward mind he doth debate
<lb n="186" ed="G"/></l><l> What following sorrow may on this arise:
<lb n="187" ed="G"/></l><l> Then looking scornfully, he doth despise</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="188" ed="G"/><l>   His naked armour of still-slaughter'd lust,
<lb n="189" ed="G"/></l><l>   And justly thus controls his thoughts unjust: </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="28" type="stanza"><head>28</head>
<lg1 n="28" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="190" ed="G"/><l> 'Fair torch, burn out thy light, and lend it not
<lb n="191" ed="G"/></l><l> To darken her whose light excelleth thine:
<lb n="192" ed="G"/></l><l> And die, unhallow'd thoughts, before you blot
<lb n="193" ed="G"/></l><l> With your uncleanness that which is divine;
<lb n="194" ed="G"/></l><l> Offer pure incense to so pure a shrine:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="195" ed="G"/><l>   Let fair humanity abhor the deed
<lb n="196" ed="G"/></l><l>   That spots and stains love's modest snow-white weed. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="29" type="stanza"><head>29</head>
<lg1 n="29" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="197" ed="G"/><l>'O shame to knighthood and to shining arms!
<lb n="198" ed="G"/></l><l>O foul dishonor to my household's grave!
<lb n="199" ed="G"/></l><l>O impious act, including all foul harms!
<lb n="200" ed="G"/></l><l>A martial man to be soft fancy's slave!
<lb n="201" ed="G"/></l><l>True valor still a true respect should have;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="202" ed="G"/><l>   Then my digression is so vile, so base,
<lb n="203" ed="G"/></l><l>   That it will live engraven in my face.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="30" type="stanza"><head>30</head>
<lg1 n="30" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="204" ed="G"/><l>'Yea, though I die, the scandal will survive,
<lb n="205" ed="G"/></l><l>And be an eye-sore in my golden coat;
<lb n="206" ed="G"/></l><l>Some loathsome dash the herald will contrive,
<lb n="207" ed="G"/></l><l>To cipher me how fondly I did dote;
<lb n="208" ed="G"/></l><l>That my posterity, shamed with the note,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="209" ed="G"/><l>   Shall curse my bones, and hold it for no sin
<lb n="210" ed="G"/></l><l>   To wish that I their father had not bin.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="31" type="stanza"><head>31</head>
<lg1 n="31" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="211" ed="G"/><l>'What win I, if I gain the thing I seek?
<lb n="212" ed="G"/></l><l>A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.
<lb n="213" ed="G"/></l><l>Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?
<lb n="214" ed="G"/></l><l>Or sells eternity to get a toy?
<lb n="215" ed="G"/></l><l>For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="216" ed="G"/><l>   Or what fond beggar, but to touch the  crown, 
<lb n="217" ed="G"/></l><l>   Would with the sceptre straight be strucken  down? </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="32" type="stanza"><head>32</head>
<lg1 n="32" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="218" ed="G"/><l>'If Collatinus dream of my intent,
<lb n="219" ed="G"/></l><l>Will he not wake, and in a desperate rage
<lb n="220" ed="G"/></l><l>Post hither, this vile purpose to prevent?
<lb n="221" ed="G"/></l><l>This siege that hath engirt his marriage,
<lb n="222" ed="G"/></l><l>This blur to youth, this sorrow to the sage,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="223" ed="G"/><l>   This dying virtue, this surviving shame,
<lb n="224" ed="G"/></l><l>   Whose crime will bear an ever-during  blame? </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="33" type="stanza"><head>33</head>
<lg1 n="33" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="225" ed="G"/><l>'O, what excuse can my invention make,
<lb n="226" ed="G"/></l><l>When thou shalt charge me with so black a  deed? 
<lb n="227" ed="G"/></l><l>Will not my tongue be mute, my frail joints  shake, 
<lb n="228" ed="G"/></l><l>Mine eyes forego their light, my false heart  bleed? 
<lb n="229" ed="G"/></l><l>The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed; </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="230" ed="G"/><l>   And extreme fear can neither fight nor fly,
<lb n="231" ed="G"/></l><l>   But coward-like with trembling terror die.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="34" type="stanza"><head>34</head>
<lg1 n="34" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="232" ed="G"/><l>'Had Collatinus kill'd my son or sire,
<lb n="233" ed="G"/></l><l>Or lain in ambush to betray my life,
<lb n="234" ed="G"/></l><l>Or were he not my dear friend, this desire
<lb n="235" ed="G"/></l><l>Might have excuse to work upon his wife,
<lb n="236" ed="G"/></l><l>As in revenge or quittal of such strife:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="237" ed="G"/><l>   But as he is my kinsman, my dear friend,
<lb n="238" ed="G"/></l><l>   The shame and fault finds no excuse nor  end. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="35" type="stanza"><head>35</head>
<lg1 n="35" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="239" ed="G"/><l>'Shameful it is; ay, if the fact be known:
<lb n="240" ed="G"/></l><l>Hateful it is; there is no hate in loving:
<lb n="241" ed="G"/></l><l>I'll beg her love; but she is not her own:
<lb n="242" ed="G"/></l><l>The worst is but denial and reproving:
<lb n="243" ed="G"/></l><l>My will is strong, past reason's weak removing.</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="244" ed="G"/><l>   Who fears a sentence or an old man's saw
<lb n="245" ed="G"/></l><l>   Shall by a painted cloth be kept in awe.'</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="36" type="stanza"><head>36</head>
<lg1 n="36" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="246" ed="G"/><l>Thus, graceless, holds he disputation
<lb n="247" ed="G"/></l><l>'Tween frozen conscience and hot-burning will,
<lb n="248" ed="G"/></l><l>And with good thoughts makes dispensation,
<lb n="249" ed="G"/></l><l>Urging the worser sense for vantage still;
<lb n="250" ed="G"/></l><l>Which in a moment doth confound and kill</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="251" ed="G"/><l>   All pure effects, and doth so far proceed,
<lb n="252" ed="G"/></l><l>   That what is vile shows like a virtuous deed.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="37" type="stanza"><head>37</head>
<lg1 n="37" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="253" ed="G"/><l>Quoth he, 'She took me kindly by the hand,
<lb n="254" ed="G"/></l><l>And gazed for tidings in my eager eyes,
<lb n="255" ed="G"/></l><l>Fearing some hard news from the warlike  band,
<lb n="256" ed="G"/></l><l>Where her beloved Collatinus lies.
<lb n="257" ed="G"/></l><l>O, how her fear did make her colour rise!</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="258" ed="G"/><l>   First red as roses that on lawn we lay,
<lb n="259" ed="G"/></l><l>   Then white as lawn, the roses took away.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="38" type="stanza"><head>38</head>
<lg1 n="38" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="260" ed="G"/><l>'And how her hand, in my hand being lock'd,
<lb n="261" ed="G"/></l><l>Forced it to tremble with her loyal fear!
<lb n="262" ed="G"/></l><l>Which struck her sad, and then it faster  rock'd,
<lb n="263" ed="G"/></l><l>Until her husband's welfare she did hear;
<lb n="264" ed="G"/></l><l>Whereat she smiled with so sweet a cheer,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="265" ed="G"/><l>   That had Narcissus seen her as she stood,
<lb n="266" ed="G"/></l><l>   Self-love had never drown'd him in the flood,</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="39" type="stanza"><head>39</head>
<lg1 n="39" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="267" ed="G"/><l>'Why hunt I then for color or excuses?
<lb n="268" ed="G"/></l><l>All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth;
<lb n="269" ed="G"/></l><l>Poor wretches have remorse in poor abuses;
<lb n="270" ed="G"/></l><l>Love thrives not in the heart that shadows  dreadeth:
<lb n="271" ed="G"/></l><l>Affection is my captain, and he leadeth;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="272" ed="G"/><l>   And when his gaudy banner is display'd,
<lb n="273" ed="G"/></l><l>   The coward fights and will not be dismay'd.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="40" type="stanza"><head>40</head>
<lg1 n="40" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="274" ed="G"/><l>'Then, childish fear, avaunt! debating, die!
<lb n="275" ed="G"/></l><l>Respect and reason, wait on wrinkled age!
<lb n="276" ed="G"/></l><l>My heart shall never countermand mine eye:
<lb n="277" ed="G"/></l><l>Sad pause and deep regard beseem the sage;
<lb n="278" ed="G"/></l><l>My part is youth, and beats these from the  stage: </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="279" ed="G"/><l>   Desire my pilot is, beauty my prize;
<lb n="280" ed="G"/></l><l>   Then who fears sinking where such treasure  lies?'</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="41" type="stanza"><head>41</head>
<lg1 n="41" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="281" ed="G"/><l>As corn o'ergrown by weeds, so heedful fear
<lb n="282" ed="G"/></l><l>Is almost choked by unresisted lust.
<lb n="283" ed="G"/></l><l>Away he steals with open listening ear,
<lb n="284" ed="G"/></l><l>Full of foul hope and full of fond mistrust;
<lb n="285" ed="G"/></l><l>Both which, as servitors to the unjust,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="286" ed="G"/><l>   So cross him with their opposite persuasion,
<lb n="287" ed="G"/></l><l>   That now he vows a league, and now invasion. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="42" type="stanza"><head>42</head>
<lg1 n="42" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="288" ed="G"/><l>Within his thought her heavenly image sits,
<lb n="289" ed="G"/></l><l>And in the self-same seat sits Collatine:
<lb n="290" ed="G"/></l><l>That eye which looks on her confounds his  wits;
<lb n="291" ed="G"/></l><l>That eye which him beholds, as more divine,
<lb n="292" ed="G"/></l><l>Unto a view so false will not incline;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="293" ed="G"/><l>   But with a pure appeal seeks to the heart,
<lb n="294" ed="G"/></l><l>   Which once corrupted takes the worser  part;</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="43" type="stanza"><head>43</head>
<lg1 n="43" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="295" ed="G"/><l>And therein heartens up his servile powers,
<lb n="296" ed="G"/></l><l>Who, flatter'd by their leader's jocund show,
<lb n="297" ed="G"/></l><l>Stuff up his lust, as minutes fill up hours;
<lb n="298" ed="G"/></l><l>And as their captain, so their pride doth grow.
<lb n="299" ed="G"/></l><l>Paying more slavish tribute than they owe.</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="300" ed="G"/><l>   By reprobate desire thus madly led,     
<lb n="301" ed="G"/></l><l>   The Roman lord marcheth to Lucrece' bed.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="44" type="stanza"><head>44</head>
<lg1 n="44" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="302" ed="G"/><l>The locks between her chamber and his will,
<lb n="303" ed="G"/></l><l>Each one by him enforced retires his ward;
<lb n="304" ed="G"/></l><l>But, as they open, they all rate his ill,
<lb n="305" ed="G"/></l><l>Which drives the creeping thief to some regard:
<lb n="306" ed="G"/></l><l>The threshold grates the door to have him  heard; </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="307" ed="G"/><l>   Night-wandering weasels shriek to see him  there; 
<lb n="308" ed="G"/></l><l>   They fright him, yet he still pursues his fear.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="45" type="stanza"><head>45</head>
<lg1 n="45" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="309" ed="G"/><l>As each unwilling portal yields him way,
<lb n="310" ed="G"/></l><l>Through little vents and crannies of the place
<lb n="311" ed="G"/></l><l>The wind wars with his torch to make him  stay,
<lb n="312" ed="G"/></l><l>And blows the smoke of it into his face,
<lb n="313" ed="G"/></l><l>Extinguishing his conduct in this case;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="314" ed="G"/><l>   But his hot heart, which fond desire doth  scorch, 
<lb n="315" ed="G"/></l><l>   Puffs forth another wind that fires the  torch:</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="46" type="stanza"><head>46</head>
<lg1 n="46" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="316" ed="G"/><l>And being lighted, by the light he spies
<lb n="317" ed="G"/></l><l>Lucretia's glove, wherein her needle sticks:
<lb n="318" ed="G"/></l><l>He takes it from the rushes where it lies,
<lb n="319" ed="G"/></l><l>And griping it, the needle his finger pricks;
<lb n="320" ed="G"/></l><l>As who should say 'This glove to wanton  tricks</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="321" ed="G"/><l>   Is not inured; return again in haste;
<lb n="322" ed="G"/></l><l>   Thou see'st our mistress' ornaments are  chaste.' </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="47" type="stanza"><head>47</head>
<lg1 n="47" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="323" ed="G"/><l>But all these poor forbiddings could not stay  him; 
<lb n="324" ed="G"/></l><l>He in the worst sense construes their denial:
<lb n="325" ed="G"/></l><l>The doors, the wind, the glove, that did delay  him, 
<lb n="326" ed="G"/></l><l>He takes for accidental things of trial;
<lb n="327" ed="G"/></l><l>Or as those bars which stop the hourly dial,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="328" ed="G"/><l>   Who with a lingering stay his course doth  let,
<lb n="329" ed="G"/></l><l>   Till every minute pays the hour his debt.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="48" type="stanza"><head>48</head>
<lg1 n="48" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="330" ed="G"/><l>'So, so,' quoth he, 'these lets attend the time,
<lb n="331" ed="G"/></l><l>Like little frosts that sometime threat the  spring,
<lb n="332" ed="G"/></l><l>To add a more rejoicing to the prime,
<lb n="333" ed="G"/></l><l>And give the sneaped birds more cause to sing.
<lb n="334" ed="G"/></l><l>Pain pays the income of each precious thing;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="335" ed="G"/><l>   Huge rocks, high winds, strong pirates,  shelves and sands, 
<lb n="336" ed="G"/></l><l>   The merchant fears, ere rich at home he  lands.' </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="49" type="stanza"><head>49</head>
<lg1 n="49" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="337" ed="G"/><l>Now is he come unto the chamber door,
<lb n="338" ed="G"/></l><l>That shuts him from the heaven of his thought,
<lb n="339" ed="G"/></l><l>Which with a yielding latch, and with no more,
<lb n="340" ed="G"/></l><l>Hath barr'd him from the blessed thing he  sought.
<lb n="341" ed="G"/></l><l>So from himself impiety hath wrought,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="342" ed="G"/><l>   That for his prey to pray he doth begin,
<lb n="343" ed="G"/></l><l>   As if the heavens should countenance his sin.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="50" type="stanza"><head>50</head>
<lg1 n="50" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="344" ed="G"/><l>But in the midst of his unfruitful prayer,
<lb n="345" ed="G"/></l><l>Having solicited th' eternal power
<lb n="346" ed="G"/></l><l>That his foul thoughts might compass his fair  fair, 
<lb n="347" ed="G"/></l><l>And they would stand auspicious to the hour,
<lb n="348" ed="G"/></l><l>Even there he starts: quoth he, 'I must deflower: </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="349" ed="G"/><l>   The powers to whom I pray abhor this fact,
<lb n="350" ed="G"/></l><l>   How can they then assist me in the act?</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="51" type="stanza"><head>51</head>
<lg1 n="51" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="351" ed="G"/><l>'Then Love and Fortune be my gods, my  guide! 
<lb n="352" ed="G"/></l><l>My will is back'd with resolution:
<lb n="353" ed="G"/></l><l>Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be  tried; 
<lb n="354" ed="G"/></l><l>The blackest sin is clear'd with absolution;
<lb n="355" ed="G"/></l><l>Against love's fire fear's frost hath dissolution.</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="356" ed="G"/><l>   The eye of heaven is out, and misty night
<lb n="357" ed="G"/></l><l>   Covers the shame that follows sweet delight.'</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="52" type="stanza"><head>52</head>
<lg1 n="52" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="358" ed="G"/><l>This said, his guilty hand pluck'd up the latch,
<lb n="359" ed="G"/></l><l>And with his knee the door he opens wide.
<lb n="360" ed="G"/></l><l>The dove sleeps fast that this night-owl will  catch:
<lb n="361" ed="G"/></l><l>Thus treason works ere traitors be espied.
<lb n="362" ed="G"/></l><l>Who sees the lurking serpent steps aside;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="363" ed="G"/><l>   But she, sound sleeping, fearing no such  thing, 
<lb n="364" ed="G"/></l><l>   Lies at the mercy of his mortal sting.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="53" type="stanza"><head>53</head>
<lg1 n="53" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="365" ed="G"/><l>Into the chamber wickedly he stalks,
<lb n="366" ed="G"/></l><l>And gazeth on her yet unstained bed.
<lb n="367" ed="G"/></l><l>The curtains being close, about he walks,
<lb n="368" ed="G"/></l><l>Rolling his greedy eyeballs in his head:
<lb n="369" ed="G"/></l><l>By their high treason is his heart misled;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="370" ed="G"/><l>   Which gives the watch-word to his hand full  soon
<lb n="371" ed="G"/></l><l>   To draw the cloud that hides the silver  moon.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="54" type="stanza"><head>54</head>
<lg1 n="54" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="372" ed="G"/><l>Look, as the fair and fiery-pointed sun,
<lb n="373" ed="G"/></l><l>Rushing from forth a cloud, bereaves our  sight; 
<lb n="374" ed="G"/></l><l>Even so, the curtain drawn, his eyes begun
<lb n="375" ed="G"/></l><l>To wink, being blinded with a greater light:
<lb n="376" ed="G"/></l><l>Whether it is that she reflects so bright,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="377" ed="G"/><l>   That dazzleth them, or else some shame supposed; 
<lb n="378" ed="G"/></l><l>   But blind they are, and keep themselves enclosed. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="55" type="stanza"><head>55</head>
<lg1 n="55" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="379" ed="G"/><l>O, had they in that darksome prison died!
<lb n="380" ed="G"/></l><l>Then had they seen the period of their ill;
<lb n="381" ed="G"/></l><l>Then Collatine again, by Lucrece' side,
<lb n="382" ed="G"/></l><l>In his clear bed might have reposed still:
<lb n="383" ed="G"/></l><l>But they must ope, this blessed league to kill;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="384" ed="G"/><l>   And holy-thoughted Lucrece to their sight
<lb n="385" ed="G"/></l><l>   Must sell her joy, her life, her world's delight. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="56" type="stanza"><head>56</head>
<lg1 n="56" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="386" ed="G"/><l>Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,
<lb n="387" ed="G"/></l><l>Cozening the pillow of a lawful kiss;
<lb n="388" ed="G"/></l><l>Who, therefore angry, seems to part in sunder,
<lb n="389" ed="G"/></l><l>Swelling on either side to want his bliss;
<lb n="390" ed="G"/></l><l>Between whose hills her head entombed is:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="391" ed="G"/><l>   Where, like a virtuous monument, she lies,
<lb n="392" ed="G"/></l><l>   To be admired of lewd unhallow'd eyes.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="57" type="stanza"><head>57</head>
<lg1 n="57" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="393" ed="G"/><l>Without the bed her other fair hand was,
<lb n="394" ed="G"/></l><l>On the green coverlet; whose perfect white
<lb n="395" ed="G"/></l><l>Show'd like an April daisy on the grass,
<lb n="396" ed="G"/></l><l>With pearly sweat, resembling dew of night.
<lb n="397" ed="G"/></l><l>Her eyes, like marigolds, had sheathed their  light, </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="398" ed="G"/><l>   And canopied in darkness sweetly lay,
<lb n="399" ed="G"/></l><l>   Till they might open to adorn the day.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="58" type="stanza"><head>58</head>
<lg1 n="58" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="400" ed="G"/><l>Her hair, like golden threads, play'd with her  breath;
<lb n="401" ed="G"/></l><l>O modest wantons! wanton modesty!
<lb n="402" ed="G"/></l><l>Showing life's triumph in the map of death,
<lb n="403" ed="G"/></l><l>And death's dim look in life's mortality:
<lb n="404" ed="G"/></l><l>Each in her sleep themselves so beautify,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="405" ed="G"/><l>   As if between them twain there were no  strife, 
<lb n="406" ed="G"/></l><l>   But that life lived in death, and death in life.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="59" type="stanza"><head>59</head>
<lg1 n="59" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="407" ed="G"/><l>Her breasts, like ivory globes circled with blue,
<lb n="408" ed="G"/></l><l>A pair of maiden worlds unconquered,
<lb n="409" ed="G"/></l><l>Save of their lord no bearing yoke they knew,
<lb n="410" ed="G"/></l><l>And him by oath they truly honored.
<lb n="411" ed="G"/></l><l>These worlds in Tarquin new ambition bred;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="412" ed="G"/><l>   Who, like a foul usurper, went about
<lb n="413" ed="G"/></l><l>   From this fair throne to heave the owner  out.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="60" type="stanza"><head>60</head>
<lg1 n="60" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="414" ed="G"/><l>What could he see but mightily he noted?
<lb n="415" ed="G"/></l><l>What did he note but strongly he desired?
<lb n="416" ed="G"/></l><l>What he beheld, on that he firmly doted,
<lb n="417" ed="G"/></l><l>And in his will his wilful eye he tired.
<lb n="418" ed="G"/></l><l>With more than admiration he admired</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="419" ed="G"/><l>   Her azure veins, her alabaster skin,
<lb n="420" ed="G"/></l><l>   Her coral lips, her snow-white dimpled chin.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="61" type="stanza"><head>61</head>
<lg1 n="61" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="421" ed="G"/><l>As the grim lion fawneth o'er his prey,   
<lb n="422" ed="G"/></l><l>Sharp hunger by the conquest satisfied,
<lb n="423" ed="G"/></l><l>So o'er this sleeping soul doth Tarquin stay,
<lb n="424" ed="G"/></l><l>His rage of lust by gazing qualified;
<lb n="425" ed="G"/></l><l>Slack'd, not suppress'd; for standing by her  side, </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="426" ed="G"/><l>   His eye, which late this mutiny restrains,
<lb n="427" ed="G"/></l><l>   Unto a greater uproar tempts his veins:</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="62" type="stanza"><head>62</head>
<lg1 n="62" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="428" ed="G"/><l>And they, like straggling slaves for pillage  fighting, 
<lb n="429" ed="G"/></l><l>Obdurate vassals fell exploits effecting,
<lb n="430" ed="G"/></l><l>In bloody death and ravishment delighting,
<lb n="431" ed="G"/></l><l>Nor children's tears nor mothers' groans respecting,
<lb n="432" ed="G"/></l><l>Swell in their pride, the onset still expecting:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="433" ed="G"/><l>   Anon his beating heart, alarum striking,
<lb n="434" ed="G"/></l><l>   Gives the hot charge and bids them do their  liking. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="63" type="stanza"><head>63</head>
<lg1 n="63" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="435" ed="G"/><l>His drumming heart cheers up his burning eye, 
<lb n="436" ed="G"/></l><l> His eye commends the leading to his hand;
<lb n="437" ed="G"/></l><l> His hand, as proud of such a dignity,
<lb n="438" ed="G"/></l><l> Smoking with pride, march'd on to make his  stand 
<lb n="439" ed="G"/></l><l>On her bare breast, the heart of all her land;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="440" ed="G"/><l>   Whose ranks of blue veins, as his hand did  scale,
<lb n="441" ed="G"/></l><l>   Left their round turrets destitute and pale.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="64" type="stanza"><head>64</head>
<lg1 n="64" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="442" ed="G"/><l> They, mustering to the quiet cabinet
<lb n="443" ed="G"/></l><l> Where their dear governess and lady lies,
<lb n="444" ed="G"/></l><l> Do tell her she is dreadfully beset,
<lb n="445" ed="G"/></l><l> And fright her with confusion of their cries:
<lb n="446" ed="G"/></l><l> She, much amazed, breaks ope her lock'd-up  eyes, </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="447" ed="G"/><l>   Who, peeping forth this tumult to behold,
<lb n="448" ed="G"/></l><l>   Are by his flaming torch dimm'd and controll'd. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="65" type="stanza"><head>65</head>
<lg1 n="65" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="449" ed="G"/><l> Imagine her as one in dead of night
<lb n="450" ed="G"/></l><l> From forth dull sleep by dreadful fancy waking, 
<lb n="451" ed="G"/></l><l> That thinks she hath beheld   some ghastly  sprite,
<lb n="452" ed="G"/></l><l> Whose grim aspect sets every joint a-shaking:
<lb n="453" ed="G"/></l><l> What terror 'tis! but she, in worser taking,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="454" ed="G"/><l>    From sleep disturbed, heedfully doth view
<lb n="455" ed="G"/></l><l>    The sight which makes supposed terror true.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="66" type="stanza"><head>66</head>
<lg1 n="66" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="456" ed="G"/><l> Wrapp'd and confounded in a thousand fears,
<lb n="457" ed="G"/></l><l> Like to a new-kill'd bird she trembling lies;
<lb n="458" ed="G"/></l><l> She dares not look; yet, winking, there appears
<lb n="459" ed="G"/></l><l> Quick-shifting antics, ugly in her eyes:
<lb n="460" ed="G"/></l><l> Such shadows are the weak brain's forgeries;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="461" ed="G"/><l>    Who, angry that the eyes fly from their  lights,
<lb n="462" ed="G"/></l><l>    In darkness daunts them with more dreadful  sights. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="67" type="stanza"><head>67</head>
<lg1 n="67" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="463" ed="G"/><l>His hand, that yet remains upon her breast,--
<lb n="464" ed="G"/></l><l>Rude ram, to batter such an ivory wall!--
<lb n="465" ed="G"/></l><l>May feel her heart--poor citizen!--distress'd,
<lb n="466" ed="G"/></l><l>Wounding itself to death, rise up and fall,
<lb n="467" ed="G"/></l><l>Beating her bulk, that his hand shakes withal.</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="468" ed="G"/><l>   This moves in him more rage and lesser pity,
<lb n="469" ed="G"/></l><l>   To make the breach and enter this sweet  city. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="68" type="stanza"><head>68</head>
<lg1 n="68" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="470" ed="G"/><l>First, like a trumpet, doth his tongue begin
<lb n="471" ed="G"/></l><l>To sound a parley to his heartless foe;
<lb n="472" ed="G"/></l><l>Who o'er the white sheet peers her whiter chin, 
<lb n="473" ed="G"/></l><l>The reason of this rash alarm to know,
<lb n="474" ed="G"/></l><l>Which he by dumb demeanour seeks to show;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="475" ed="G"/><l>   But she with vehement prayers urgeth still
<lb n="476" ed="G"/></l><l>   Under what color he commits this ill.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="69" type="stanza"><head>69</head>
<lg1 n="69" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="477" ed="G"/><l>Thus he replies: 'The color in thy face,
<lb n="478" ed="G"/></l><l>That even for anger makes the lily pale,
<lb n="479" ed="G"/></l><l>And the red rose blush at her own disgrace,
<lb n="480" ed="G"/></l><l>Shall plead for me and tell my loving tale:
<lb n="481" ed="G"/></l><l>Under that colour am I come to scale</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="482" ed="G"/><l>   Thy never-conquer'd fort: the fault is thine,
<lb n="483" ed="G"/></l><l>   For those thine eyes betray thee unto mine.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="70" type="stanza"><head>70</head>
<lg1 n="70" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="484" ed="G"/><l>'Thus I forestall thee, if thou mean to chide:
<lb n="485" ed="G"/></l><l>Thy beauty hath ensnared thee to this night,
<lb n="486" ed="G"/></l><l>Where thou with patience must my will abide;
<lb n="487" ed="G"/></l><l>My will that marks thee for my earth's delight, 
<lb n="488" ed="G"/></l><l>Which I to conquer sought with all my might;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="489" ed="G"/><l>   But as reproof and reason beat it dead,
<lb n="490" ed="G"/></l><l>   By thy bright beauty was it newly bred.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="71" type="stanza"><head>71</head>
<lg1 n="71" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="491" ed="G"/><l>'I see what crosses my attempt will bring;
<lb n="492" ed="G"/></l><l>I know what thorns the growing rose defends;
<lb n="493" ed="G"/></l><l>I think the honey guarded with a sting;
<lb n="494" ed="G"/></l><l>All this beforehand counsel comprehends:
<lb n="495" ed="G"/></l><l>But will is deaf and hears no heedful friends;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="496" ed="G"/><l>   Only he hath an eye to gaze on beauty,
<lb n="497" ed="G"/></l><l>   And dotes on what he looks, 'gainst law or  duty. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="72" type="stanza"><head>72</head>
<lg1 n="72" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="498" ed="G"/><l> 'I have debated, even in my soul,
<lb n="499" ed="G"/></l><l> What wrong, what shame, what sorrow I shall  breed; 
<lb n="500" ed="G"/></l><l>But nothing can affection's course control,
<lb n="501" ed="G"/></l><l>Or stop the headlong fury of his speed.
<lb n="502" ed="G"/></l><l>I know repentant tears ensue the deed,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="503" ed="G"/><l>   Reproach, disdain, and deadly enmity;
<lb n="504" ed="G"/></l><l>   Yet strike I to embrace mine infamy.'</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="73" type="stanza"><head>73</head>
<lg1 n="73" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="505" ed="G"/><l>This said, he shakes aloft his Roman blade,
<lb n="506" ed="G"/></l><l>Which, like a falcon towering in the skies,
<lb n="507" ed="G"/></l><l>Coucheth the fowl below with his wings' shade,
<lb n="508" ed="G"/></l><l>Whose crooked beak threats if he mount he  dies: 
<lb n="509" ed="G"/></l><l>So under his insulting falchion lies</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="510" ed="G"/><l>  Harmless Lucretia, marking what he tells
<lb n="511" ed="G"/></l><l>  With trembling fear, as fowl hear falcon's  bells.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="74" type="stanza"><head>74</head>
<lg1 n="74" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="512" ed="G"/><l>'Lucrece,' quoth he, 'this night I must enjoy  thee: 
<lb n="513" ed="G"/></l><l>If thou deny, then force must work my way,
<lb n="514" ed="G"/></l><l>For in thy bed I purpose to destroy thee:
<lb n="515" ed="G"/></l><l>That done, some worthless slave of thine I'll  slay, 
<lb n="516" ed="G"/></l><l>To kill thine honor with thy life's decay;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="517" ed="G"/><l>   And in thy dead arms do I mean to place  him, 
<lb n="518" ed="G"/></l><l>   Swearing I slew him, seeing thee embrace  him. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="75" type="stanza"><head>75</head>
<lg1 n="75" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="519" ed="G"/><l>'So thy surviving husband shall remain
<lb n="520" ed="G"/></l><l>The scornful mark of every open eye;      
<lb n="521" ed="G"/></l><l>Thy kinsmen hang their heads at this disdain,
<lb n="522" ed="G"/></l><l>Thy issue blurr'd with nameless bastardy:
<lb n="523" ed="G"/></l><l>And thou, the author of their obloquy,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="524" ed="G"/><l>   Shalt have thy trespass cited up in rhymes,
<lb n="525" ed="G"/></l><l>   And sung by children in succeeding times.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="76" type="stanza"><head>76</head>
<lg1 n="76" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="526" ed="G"/><l>'But if thou yield, I rest thy secret friend:
<lb n="527" ed="G"/></l><l>The fault unknown is as a thought unacted;
<lb n="528" ed="G"/></l><l>A little harm done to a great good end
<lb n="529" ed="G"/></l><l>For lawful policy remains enacted.
<lb n="530" ed="G"/></l><l>The poisonous simple sometimes is compacted </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="531" ed="G"/><l>   In a pure compound; being so applied,
<lb n="532" ed="G"/></l><l>   His venom in effect is purified.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="77" type="stanza"><head>77</head>
<lg1 n="77" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="533" ed="G"/><l> 'Then, for thy husband and thy children's  sake, 
<lb n="534" ed="G"/></l><l> Tender my suit: bequeath not to their lot
<lb n="535" ed="G"/></l><l> The shame that from them no device can take,
<lb n="536" ed="G"/></l><l> The blemish that will never be forgot;
<lb n="537" ed="G"/></l><l> Worse than a slavish wipe or birth-hour's  blot: </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="538" ed="G"/><l>   For marks descried in men's nativity
<lb n="539" ed="G"/></l><l>   Are nature's faults, not their own infamy.'</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="78" type="stanza"><head>78</head>
<lg1 n="78" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="540" ed="G"/><l> Here with a cockatrice's dead-killing eye 
<lb n="541" ed="G"/></l><l> He rouseth up himself and makes a pause;
<lb n="542" ed="G"/></l><l> While she, the picture of pure piety,
<lb n="543" ed="G"/></l><l> Like a white hind under the gripe's sharp  claws, 
<lb n="544" ed="G"/></l><l> Pleads, in a wilderness where are no laws,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="545" ed="G"/><l>   To the rough beast that knows no gentle  right, 
<lb n="546" ed="G"/></l><l>   Nor aught obeys but his foul appetite.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="79" type="stanza"><head>79</head>
<lg1 n="79" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="547" ed="G"/><l> But when a black-faced cloud the world doth  threat, 
<lb n="548" ed="G"/></l><l> In his dim mist the aspiring mountains hiding,
<lb n="549" ed="G"/></l><l> From earth's dark womb some gentle gust doth  get, 
<lb n="550" ed="G"/></l><l> Which blows these pitchy vapours from their  biding,
<lb n="551" ed="G"/></l><l>Hindering their present fall by this dividing;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="552" ed="G"/><l>   So his unhallow'd haste her words delays,
<lb n="553" ed="G"/></l><l>   And moody Pluto winks while Orpheus   plays. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="80" type="stanza"><head>80</head>
<lg1 n="80" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="554" ed="G"/><l>Yet, foul night-working cat, he doth but dally,
<lb n="555" ed="G"/></l><l>While in his hold-fast foot the weak mouse  panteth: 
<lb n="556" ed="G"/></l><l>Her sad behaviour feeds his vulture folly,
<lb n="557" ed="G"/></l><l>A swallowing gulf that even in plenty wanteth:
<lb n="558" ed="G"/></l><l>His ear her prayers admits, but his heart  granteth </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="559" ed="G"/><l>   No penetrable entrance to her plaining:
<lb n="560" ed="G"/></l><l>   Tears harden lust, though marble wear with  raining.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="81" type="stanza"><head>81</head>
<lg1 n="81" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="561" ed="G"/><l>Her pity-pleading eyes are sadly fixed
<lb n="562" ed="G"/></l><l>In the remorseless wrinkles of his face;
<lb n="563" ed="G"/></l><l>Her modest eloquence with sighs is mixed,
<lb n="564" ed="G"/></l><l>Which to her oratory adds more grace.
<lb n="565" ed="G"/></l><l>She puts the period often from his place;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="566" ed="G"/><l>   And midst the sentence so her accent breaks,
<lb n="567" ed="G"/></l><l>   That twice she doth begin ere once she  speaks. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="82" type="stanza"><head>82</head>
<lg1 n="82" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="568" ed="G"/><l>She conjures him by high almighty Jove,
<lb n="569" ed="G"/></l><l>By knighthood, gentry, and sweet friendship's  oath, 
<lb n="570" ed="G"/></l><l>By her untimely tears, her husband's love,
<lb n="571" ed="G"/></l><l>By holy human law, and common troth,
<lb n="572" ed="G"/></l><l>By heaven and earth, and all the power of  both, </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="573" ed="G"/><l>   That to his borrow'd bed he make retire,
<lb n="574" ed="G"/></l><l>   And stoop to honor, not to foul desire.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="83" type="stanza"><head>83</head>
<lg1 n="83" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="575" ed="G"/><l>Quoth she, 'Reward not hospitality
<lb n="576" ed="G"/></l><l>With such black payment as thou hast pretended; 
<lb n="577" ed="G"/></l><l>Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee;
<lb n="578" ed="G"/></l><l>Mar not the thing that cannot be amended;
<lb n="579" ed="G"/></l><l>End thy ill aim before the shoot be ended;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="580" ed="G"/><l>   He is no woodman that doth bend his bow
<lb n="581" ed="G"/></l><l>   To strike a poor unseasonable doe.      581</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="84" type="stanza"><head>84</head>
<lg1 n="84" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="582" ed="G"/><l>'My husband is thy friend; for his sake spare  me: 
<lb n="583" ed="G"/></l><l>Thyself art mighty; for thine own sake leave  me: 
<lb n="584" ed="G"/></l><l>Myself a weakling; do not then ensnare me:
<lb n="585" ed="G"/></l><l>Thou look'st not like deceit; do not deceive  me. 
<lb n="586" ed="G"/></l><l>My sighs, like whirlwinds, labor hence to  heave thee: </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="587" ed="G"/><l>   If ever man were moved with woman's  moans, 
<lb n="588" ed="G"/></l><l>   Be moved with my tears, my sighs, my  groans: </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="85" type="stanza"><head>85</head>
<lg1 n="85" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="589" ed="G"/><l>'All which together, like a troubled ocean,
<lb n="590" ed="G"/></l><l>Beat at thy rocky and wreck-threatening heart,
<lb n="591" ed="G"/></l><l>To soften it with their continual motion;
<lb n="592" ed="G"/></l><l>For stones dissolved to water do convert.
<lb n="593" ed="G"/></l><l>O, if no harder than a stone thou art,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="594" ed="G"/><l>   Melt at my tears, and be compassionate!
<lb n="595" ed="G"/></l><l>   Soft pity enters at an iron gate.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="86" type="stanza"><head>86</head>
<lg1 n="86" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="596" ed="G"/><l>'In Tarquin's likeness I did entertain thee:
<lb n="597" ed="G"/></l><l>Hast thou put on his shape to do him shame?
<lb n="598" ed="G"/></l><l>To all the host of heaven I complain me,
<lb n="599" ed="G"/></l><l>Thou wrong'st his honour, wound'st his princely  name. 
<lb n="600" ed="G"/></l><l>Thou art not what thou seem'st; and if the  same,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="601" ed="G"/><l>   Thou seem'st not what thou art, a god, a  king; 
<lb n="602" ed="G"/></l><l>   For kings like gods should govern every  thing. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="87" type="stanza"><head>87</head>
<lg1 n="87" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="603" ed="G"/><l>'How will thy shame be seeded in thine age,
<lb n="604" ed="G"/></l><l>When thus thy vices bud before thy spring!
<lb n="605" ed="G"/></l><l>If in thy hope thou darest do such outrage,
<lb n="606" ed="G"/></l><l>What darest thou not when once thou art a  king? 
<lb n="607" ed="G"/></l><l>O, be remember'd, no outrageous thing</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="608" ed="G"/><l>   From vassal actors can be wiped away;
<lb n="609" ed="G"/></l><l>   Then kings' misdeeds cannot be hid in clay.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="88" type="stanza"><head>88</head>
<lg1 n="88" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="610" ed="G"/><l>'This deed will make thee only loved for fear;
<lb n="611" ed="G"/></l><l>But happy monarchs still are fear'd for love:
<lb n="612" ed="G"/></l><l>With foul offenders thou perforce must bear,
<lb n="613" ed="G"/></l><l>When they in thee the like offences prove:
<lb n="614" ed="G"/></l><l>If but for fear of this, thy will remove;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="615" ed="G"/><l>   For princes are the glass, the school, the  book, 
<lb n="616" ed="G"/></l><l>   Where subjects' eyes do learn, do read, do  look. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="89" type="stanza"><head>89</head>
<lg1 n="89" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="617" ed="G"/><l> 'And wilt thou be the school where Lust shall  learn? 
<lb n="618" ed="G"/></l><l> Must he in thee read lectures of such shame?
<lb n="619" ed="G"/></l><l> Wilt thou be glass wherein it shall discern
<lb n="620" ed="G"/></l><l> Authority for sin, warrant for blame,      
<lb n="621" ed="G"/></l><l> To privilege dishonour in thy name?</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="622" ed="G"/><l>   Thou back'st reproach against long-living  laud, 
<lb n="623" ed="G"/></l><l>   And makest fair reputation but a bawd.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="90" type="stanza"><head>90</head>
<lg1 n="90" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="624" ed="G"/><l> 'Hast thou command? by him that gave it  thee, 
<lb n="625" ed="G"/></l><l> From a pure heart command thy rebel will:
<lb n="626" ed="G"/></l><l> Draw not thy sword to guard iniquity,
<lb n="627" ed="G"/></l><l> For it was lent thee all that brood to kill.
<lb n="628" ed="G"/></l><l> Thy princely office how canst thou fulfil,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="629" ed="G"/><l>   When, pattern'd by thy fault, foul sin may  say, 
<lb n="630" ed="G"/></l><l>   He learn'd to sin, and thou didst teach the  way?</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="91" type="stanza"><head>91</head>
<lg1 n="91" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="631" ed="G"/><l>'Think but how vile a spectacle it were,
<lb n="632" ed="G"/></l><l>To view thy present trespass in another.
<lb n="633" ed="G"/></l><l>Men's faults do seldom to themselves appear;
<lb n="634" ed="G"/></l><l>Their own transgressions partially they  smother: 
<lb n="635" ed="G"/></l><l>This guilt would seem death-worthy in thy  brother. </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="636" ed="G"/><l>  O, how are they wrapp'd in with infamies
<lb n="637" ed="G"/></l><l>  That from their own misdeeds askance their  eyes! </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="92" type="stanza"><head>92</head>
<lg1 n="92" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="638" ed="G"/><l>'To thee, to thee, my heaved-up hands appeal,
<lb n="639" ed="G"/></l><l>Not to seducing lust, thy rash relier:
<lb n="640" ed="G"/></l><l>I sue for exiled majesty's repeal;           
<lb n="641" ed="G"/></l><l>Let him return, and flattering thoughts retire:
<lb n="642" ed="G"/></l><l>His true respect will prison false desire,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="643" ed="G"/><l>   And wipe the dim mist from thy doting eyne, 
<lb n="644" ed="G"/></l><l>   That thou shalt see thy state and pity mine.'</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="93" type="stanza"><head>93</head>
<lg1 n="93" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="645" ed="G"/><l>'Have done,' quoth he: 'my uncontrolled tide
<lb n="646" ed="G"/></l><l>Turns not, but swells the higher by this let.
<lb n="647" ed="G"/></l><l>Small lights are soon blown out, huge fires  abide, 
<lb n="648" ed="G"/></l><l>And with the wind in greater fury fret:
<lb n="649" ed="G"/></l><l>The petty streams that pay a daily debt</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="650" ed="G"/><l>   To their salt sovereign, with their fresh falls'  haste
<lb n="651" ed="G"/></l><l>Add to his flow, but alter not his taste.'</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="94" type="stanza"><head>94</head>
<lg1 n="94" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="652" ed="G"/><l>'Thou art,' quoth she, 'a sea, a sovereign  king; 
<lb n="653" ed="G"/></l><l>And, lo, there falls into thy boundless flood
<lb n="654" ed="G"/></l><l>Black lust, dishonor, shame, misgoverning,
<lb n="655" ed="G"/></l><l>Who seek to stain the ocean of thy blood.
<lb n="656" ed="G"/></l><l>If all these petty ills shall change thy good,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="657" ed="G"/><l>   Thy sea within a puddle's womb is hearsed,
<lb n="658" ed="G"/></l><l>   And not the puddle in thy sea dispersed.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="95" type="stanza"><head>95</head>
<lg1 n="95" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="659" ed="G"/><l>'So shall these slaves be king, and thou their  slave; 
<lb n="660" ed="G"/></l><l>Thou nobly base, they basely dignified;
<lb n="661" ed="G"/></l><l>Thou their fair life, and they thy fouler grave: 
<lb n="662" ed="G"/></l><l>Thou loathed in their shame, they in thy  pride: 
<lb n="663" ed="G"/></l><l>The lesser thing should not the greater hide;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="664" ed="G"/><l>   The cedar stoops not to the base shrub's  foot, 
<lb n="665" ed="G"/></l><l>   But low shrubs wither at the cedar's root.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="96" type="stanza"><head>96</head>
<lg1 n="96" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="666" ed="G"/><l>'So let thy thoughts, low vassals to thy  state'-- 
<lb n="667" ed="G"/></l><l>'No more,' quoth he; 'by heaven, I will not  hear thee: 
<lb n="668" ed="G"/></l><l>Yield to my love; if not, enforced hate,
<lb n="669" ed="G"/></l><l>Instead of love's coy touch, shall rudely tear  thee; 
<lb n="670" ed="G"/></l><l>That done, despitefully I mean to bear thee</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="671" ed="G"/><l>   Unto the base bed of some rascal groom,
<lb n="672" ed="G"/></l><l>   To be thy partner in this shameful doom.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="97" type="stanza"><head>97</head>
<lg1 n="97" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="673" ed="G"/><l>This said, he sets his foot upon the light,
<lb n="674" ed="G"/></l><l>For light and lust are deadly enemies:
<lb n="675" ed="G"/></l><l>Shame folded up in blind concealing night,
<lb n="676" ed="G"/></l><l>When most unseen, then most doth tyrannize.
<lb n="677" ed="G"/></l><l>The wolf hath seized his prey, the poor lamb  cries; </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="678" ed="G"/><l>   Till with her own white fleece her voice controll'd 
<lb n="679" ed="G"/></l><l>   Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold:</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="98" type="stanza"><head>98</head>
<lg1 n="98" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="680" ed="G"/><l>For with the nightly linen that she wears
<lb n="681" ed="G"/></l><l>He pens her piteous clamours in her head;
<lb n="682" ed="G"/></l><l>Cooling his hot face in the chastest tears
<lb n="683" ed="G"/></l><l>That ever modest eyes with sorrow shed.
<lb n="684" ed="G"/></l><l>O, that prone lust should stain so pure a bed!</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="685" ed="G"/><l>   The spots whereof could weeping purify,
<lb n="686" ed="G"/></l><l>   Her tears should drop oh them perpetually.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="99" type="stanza"><head>99</head>
<lg1 n="99" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="687" ed="G"/><l>But she hath lost a dearer thing than life,
<lb n="688" ed="G"/></l><l>And he hath won what he would lose again:
<lb n="689" ed="G"/></l><l>This forced league doth force a further strife;
<lb n="690" ed="G"/></l><l>This momentary joy breeds months of pain;
<lb n="691" ed="G"/></l><l>This hot desire converts to cold disdain:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="692" ed="G"/><l>   Pure Chastity is rifled of her store,
<lb n="693" ed="G"/></l><l>   And Lust, the thief, far poorer than before.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="100" type="stanza"><head>100</head>
<lg1 n="100" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="694" ed="G"/><l>Look, as the full-fed hound or gorged hawk,
<lb n="695" ed="G"/></l><l>Unapt for tender smell or speedy flight,
<lb n="696" ed="G"/></l><l>Make slow pursuit, or altogether balk
<lb n="697" ed="G"/></l><l>The prey wherein by nature they delight;
<lb n="698" ed="G"/></l><l>So surfeit-taking Tarquin fares this night:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="699" ed="G"/><l>   His taste delicious, in digestion souring,
<lb n="700" ed="G"/></l><l>   Devours his will, that lived by foul devouring. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="101" type="stanza"><head>101</head>
<lg1 n="101" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="701" ed="G"/><l>O, deeper sin than bottomless conceit       
<lb n="702" ed="G"/></l><l>Can comprehend in still imagination!
<lb n="703" ed="G"/></l><l>Drunken Desire must vomit his receipt,
<lb n="704" ed="G"/></l><l>Ere he can see his own abomination.
<lb n="705" ed="G"/></l><l>While Lust is in his pride, no exclamation</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="706" ed="G"/><l>   Can curb his heat or rein his rash desire,
<lb n="707" ed="G"/></l><l>   Till like a jade Self-will himself doth tire.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="102" type="stanza"><head>102</head>
<lg1 n="102" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="708" ed="G"/><l>And then with lank and lean discolour'd cheek, 
<lb n="709" ed="G"/></l><l>With heavy eye, knit brow, and strengthless  pace, 
<lb n="710" ed="G"/></l><l>Feebly Desire, all recreant, poor, and meek,
<lb n="711" ed="G"/></l><l>Like to a bankrupt beggar wails his case:
<lb n="712" ed="G"/></l><l>The flesh being proud, Desire doth fight with  Grace, </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="713" ed="G"/><l>   For there it revels; and when that decays,
<lb n="714" ed="G"/></l><l>   The guilty rebel for remission prays.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="103" type="stanza"><head>103</head>
<lg1 n="103" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="715" ed="G"/><l>So fares it with this faultful lord of Rome,
<lb n="716" ed="G"/></l><l>Who this accomplishment so hotly chased;
<lb n="717" ed="G"/></l><l>For now against himself he sounds this doom,
<lb n="718" ed="G"/></l><l>That through the length of times he stands disgraced: 
<lb n="719" ed="G"/></l><l>Besides, his soul's fair temple is defaced; 719</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="720" ed="G"/><l>   To whose weak ruins muster troops of cares,
<lb n="721" ed="G"/></l><l>   To ask the spotted princess how she fares.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="104" type="stanza"><head>104</head>
<lg1 n="104" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="722" ed="G"/><l>She says, her subjects with foul insurrection
<lb n="723" ed="G"/></l><l>Have batter'd down her consecrated wall,
<lb n="724" ed="G"/></l><l>And by their mortal fault brought in subjection 
<lb n="725" ed="G"/></l><l>Her immortality, and made her thrall
<lb n="726" ed="G"/></l><l>To living death and pain perpetual:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="727" ed="G"/><l>   Which in her prescience she controlled still,
<lb n="728" ed="G"/></l><l>   But her foresight could not forestall their will. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="105" type="stanza"><head>105</head>
<lg1 n="105" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="729" ed="G"/><l>Even in this thought through the dark night  he stealeth, 
<lb n="730" ed="G"/></l><l>A captive victor that hath lost in gain;     
<lb n="731" ed="G"/></l><l>Bearing away the wound that nothing healeth,
<lb n="732" ed="G"/></l><l>The scar that will, despite of cure, remain;
<lb n="733" ed="G"/></l><l>Leaving his spoil perplex'd in greater pain.</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="734" ed="G"/><l>   She bears the load of lust he left behind,
<lb n="735" ed="G"/></l><l>   And he the burden of a guilty mind.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="106" type="stanza"><head>106</head>
<lg1 n="106" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="736" ed="G"/><l>He like a thievish dog creeps sadly thence;
<lb n="737" ed="G"/></l><l>She like a wearied lamb lies panting there;
<lb n="738" ed="G"/></l><l>He scowls and hates himself for his offence;
<lb n="739" ed="G"/></l><l>She, desperate, with her nails her flesh doth  tear; 
<lb n="740" ed="G"/></l><l>He faintly flies, sweating with guilty fear;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="741" ed="G"/><l>   She stays, exclaiming on the direful night;
<lb n="742" ed="G"/></l><l>   He runs, and chides his vanish'd, loathed  delight. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="107" type="stanza"><head>107</head>
<lg1 n="107" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="743" ed="G"/><l>He thence departs a heavy convertite;
<lb n="744" ed="G"/></l><l>She there remains a hopeless castaway;
<lb n="745" ed="G"/></l><l>He in his speed looks for the morning light;
<lb n="746" ed="G"/></l><l>She prays she never may behold the day,
<lb n="747" ed="G"/></l><l>'For day,' quoth she, 'night's scapes doth  open lay, </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="748" ed="G"/><l>   And my true eyes have never practised how
<lb n="749" ed="G"/></l><l>   To cloak offences with a cunning brow.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="108" type="stanza"><head>108</head>
<lg1 n="108" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="750" ed="G"/><l>'They think not but that every eye can see
<lb n="751" ed="G"/></l><l>The same disgrace which they themselves behold; 
<lb n="752" ed="G"/></l><l>And therefore would they still in darkness be,
<lb n="753" ed="G"/></l><l>To have their unseen sin remain untold;
<lb n="754" ed="G"/></l><l>For they their guilt with weeping will unfold,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="755" ed="G"/><l>   And grave, like water that doth eat in steel,
<lb n="756" ed="G"/></l><l>   Upon my cheeks what helpless shame I feel.'</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="109" type="stanza"><head>109</head>
<lg1 n="109" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="757" ed="G"/><l>Here she exclaims against repose and rest,
<lb n="758" ed="G"/></l><l>And bids her eyes hereafter still be blind.
<lb n="759" ed="G"/></l><l>She wakes her heart by beating on her breast,
<lb n="760" ed="G"/></l><l>And bids it leap from thence, where it may  find 
<lb n="761" ed="G"/></l><l>Some purer chest to close so pure a mind.</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="762" ed="G"/><l>   Frantic with grief thus breathes she forth  her spite 
<lb n="763" ed="G"/></l><l>   Against the unseen secrecy of night:</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="110" type="stanza"><head>110</head>
<lg1 n="110" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="764" ed="G"/><l>'O comfort-killing Night, image of hell!
<lb n="765" ed="G"/></l><l>Dim register and notary of shame!
<lb n="766" ed="G"/></l><l>Black stage for tragedies and murders fell!
<lb n="767" ed="G"/></l><l>Vast sin-concealing chaos! nurse of blame!
<lb n="768" ed="G"/></l><l>Blind muffled bawd! dark harbor for defame! </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="769" ed="G"/><l>   Grim cave of death! whispering conspirator
<lb n="770" ed="G"/></l><l>   With close-tongued treason and the ravisher! </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="111" type="stanza"><head>111</head>
<lg1 n="111" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="771" ed="G"/><l>'O hateful, vaporous, and foggy Night!  
<lb n="772" ed="G"/></l><l>Since thou art guilty of my cureless crime,
<lb n="773" ed="G"/></l><l>Muster thy mists to meet the eastern light,
<lb n="774" ed="G"/></l><l>Make war against proportion'd course of time;
<lb n="775" ed="G"/></l><l>Or if thou wilt permit the sun to climb</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="776" ed="G"/><l>   His wonted height, yet ere he go to bed,
<lb n="777" ed="G"/></l><l>   Knit poisonous clouds about his golden  head. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="112" type="stanza"><head>112</head>
<lg1 n="112" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="778" ed="G"/><l>'With rotten damps ravish the morning air;
<lb n="779" ed="G"/></l><l>Let their exhaled unwholesome breaths make  sick 
<lb n="780" ed="G"/></l><l>The life of purity, the supreme fair,       
<lb n="781" ed="G"/></l><l>Ere he arrive his weary noon-tide prick;
<lb n="782" ed="G"/></l><l>And let thy misty vapours march so thick,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="783" ed="G"/><l>   That in their smoky ranks his smother'd  light 
<lb n="784" ed="G"/></l><l>   May set at noon and make perpetual night.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="113" type="stanza"><head>113</head>
<lg1 n="113" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="785" ed="G"/><l> 'Were Tarquin Night, as he is but Night's  child, 
<lb n="786" ed="G"/></l><l> The silver-shining queen he would distain;
<lb n="787" ed="G"/></l><l> Her twinkling handmaids too, by him defiled,
<lb n="788" ed="G"/></l><l> Through Night's black bosom should not peep  again: 
<lb n="789" ed="G"/></l><l> So should I have co-partners in my pain;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="790" ed="G"/><l>   And fellowship in woe doth woe assuage,
<lb n="791" ed="G"/></l><l>   As palmers' chat makes short their pilgrimage. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="114" type="stanza"><head>114</head>
<lg1 n="114" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="792" ed="G"/><l> 'Where now I have no one to blush with me,
<lb n="793" ed="G"/></l><l> To cross their arms and hang their heads with  mine, 
<lb n="794" ed="G"/></l><l> To mask their brows and hide their infamy;
<lb n="795" ed="G"/></l><l> But I alone alone must sit and pine,
<lb n="796" ed="G"/></l><l> Seasoning the earth with showers of silver  brine, </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="797" ed="G"/><l>    Mingling my talk with tears, my grief with  groans, 
<lb n="798" ed="G"/></l><l>   Poor wasting monuments of lasting moans.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="115" type="stanza"><head>115</head>
<lg1 n="115" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="799" ed="G"/><l> 'O Night, thou furnace of foul-reeking smoke,
<lb n="800" ed="G"/></l><l> Let not the jealous Day behold that face 800
<lb n="801" ed="G"/></l><l> Which underneath thy black all-hiding cloak
<lb n="802" ed="G"/></l><l> Immodestly lies martyr'd with disgrace!
<lb n="803" ed="G"/></l><l>Keep still possession of thy gloomy place,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="804" ed="G"/><l>   That all the faults which in thy reign are  made 
<lb n="805" ed="G"/></l><l>   May likewise be sepulchred in thy shade!</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="116" type="stanza"><head>116</head>
<lg1 n="116" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="806" ed="G"/><l>'Make me not object to the tell-tale Day
<lb n="807" ed="G"/></l><l>The light will show, character'd in my brow,
<lb n="808" ed="G"/></l><l>The story of sweet chastity's decay,
<lb n="809" ed="G"/></l><l>The impious breach of holy wedlock vow:
<lb n="810" ed="G"/></l><l>Yea, the illiterate, that know not how</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="811" ed="G"/><l>   To cipher what is writ in learned books,
<lb n="812" ed="G"/></l><l>   Will quote my loathsome trespass in my  looks. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="117" type="stanza"><head>117</head>
<lg1 n="117" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="813" ed="G"/><l>'The nurse, to still her child, will tell my  story, 
<lb n="814" ed="G"/></l><l> And fright her crying babe with Tarquin's  name; 
<lb n="815" ed="G"/></l><l> The orator, to deck his oratory,
<lb n="816" ed="G"/></l><l> Will couple my reproach to Tarquin's shame;
<lb n="817" ed="G"/></l><l> Feast-finding minstrels, tuning my defame,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="818" ed="G"/><l>   Will tie the hearers to attend each line,
<lb n="819" ed="G"/></l><l>   How Tarquin wronged me, I Collatine.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="118" type="stanza"><head>118</head>
<lg1 n="118" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="820" ed="G"/><l> 'Let my good name, that senseless reputation,
<lb n="821" ed="G"/></l><l> For Collatine's dear love be kept unspotted:
<lb n="822" ed="G"/></l><l> If that be made a theme for disputation,
<lb n="823" ed="G"/></l><l> The branches of another root are rotted
<lb n="824" ed="G"/></l><l> And undeserved reproach to him allotted</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="825" ed="G"/><l>   That is as clear from this attaint of mine
<lb n="826" ed="G"/></l><l>   As I, ere this, was pure to Collatine.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="119" type="stanza"><head>119</head>
<lg1 n="119" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="827" ed="G"/><l> 'O unseen shame! invisible disgrace!
<lb n="828" ed="G"/></l><l> O unfelt sore crest-wounding, private scar!
<lb n="829" ed="G"/></l><l> Reproach is stamp'd in Collatinus' face,
<lb n="830" ed="G"/></l><l> And Tarquin's eye may read the mot afar,
<lb n="831" ed="G"/></l><l> How he in peace is wounded, not in war.</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="832" ed="G"/><l>   Alas, how many bear such shameful blows,
<lb n="833" ed="G"/></l><l>   Which not themselves, but he that gives  them knows! </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="120" type="stanza"><head>120</head>
<lg1 n="120" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="834" ed="G"/><l> 'If, Collatine, thine honour lay in me,
<lb n="835" ed="G"/></l><l> From me by strong assault it is bereft.
<lb n="836" ed="G"/></l><l> My honey lost, and I, a drone-like bee,
<lb n="837" ed="G"/></l><l> Have no perfection of my summer left,
<lb n="838" ed="G"/></l><l> But robb'd and ransack'd by injurious theft:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="839" ed="G"/><l>    In thy weak hive a wandering wasp hath  crept, 
<lb n="840" ed="G"/></l><l>   And suck'd the honey which thy chaste bee  kept.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="121" type="stanza"><head>121</head>
<lg1 n="121" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="841" ed="G"/><l> 'Yet am I guilty of thy honor's wrack;
<lb n="842" ed="G"/></l><l> Yet for thy honour did I entertain him;
<lb n="843" ed="G"/></l><l> Coming from thee, I could not put him back,
<lb n="844" ed="G"/></l><l> For it had been dishonor to disdain him:
<lb n="845" ed="G"/></l><l> Besides, of weariness he did complain him,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="846" ed="G"/><l>   And talk'd of virtue: O unlook'd-for evil,
<lb n="847" ed="G"/></l><l>   When virtue is profaned in such a devil!</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="122" type="stanza"><head>122</head>
<lg1 n="122" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="848" ed="G"/><l>'Why should the worm intrude the maiden  bud? 
<lb n="849" ed="G"/></l><l>Or hateful cuckoos hatch in sparrows' nests?
<lb n="850" ed="G"/></l><l>Or toads infect fair founts with venom mud?
<lb n="851" ed="G"/></l><l>Or tyrant folly lurk in gentle breasts?  
<lb n="852" ed="G"/></l><l>Or kings be breakers of their own behests?</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="853" ed="G"/><l>   But no perfection is so absolute,
<lb n="854" ed="G"/></l><l>   That some impurity doth not pollute.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="123" type="stanza"><head>123</head>
<lg1 n="123" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="855" ed="G"/><l>'The aged man that coffers-up his gold
<lb n="856" ed="G"/></l><l>Is plagued with cramps and gouts and painful fits; 
<lb n="857" ed="G"/></l><l>And scarce hath eyes his treasure to behold,
<lb n="858" ed="G"/></l><l>But like still-pining Tantalus he sits,
<lb n="859" ed="G"/></l><l>And useless barns the harvest of his wits;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="860" ed="G"/><l>   Having no other pleasure of his gain     
<lb n="861" ed="G"/></l><l>   But torment that it cannot cure his pain.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="124" type="stanza"><head>124</head>
<lg1 n="124" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="862" ed="G"/><l>'So then he hath it when he cannot use it,
<lb n="863" ed="G"/></l><l>And leaves it to be master'd by his young;
<lb n="864" ed="G"/></l><l>Who in their pride do presently abuse it:
<lb n="865" ed="G"/></l><l>Their father was too weak, and they too  strong, 
<lb n="866" ed="G"/></l><l>To hold their cursed-blessed fortune long.</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="867" ed="G"/><l>   The sweets we wish for turn to loathed  sours 
<lb n="868" ed="G"/></l><l>   Even in the moment that we call them ours.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="125" type="stanza"><head>125</head>
<lg1 n="125" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="869" ed="G"/><l> 'Unruly blasts wait on the tender spring;
<lb n="870" ed="G"/></l><l> Unwholesome weeds take root with precious  flowers;
<lb n="871" ed="G"/></l><l> The adder hisses where the sweet birds sing;
<lb n="872" ed="G"/></l><l> What virtue breeds iniquity devours:
<lb n="873" ed="G"/></l><l> We have no good that we can say is ours,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="874" ed="G"/><l>   But ill-annexed Opportunity
<lb n="875" ed="G"/></l><l>   Or kills his life or else his quality.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="126" type="stanza"><head>126</head>
<lg1 n="126" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="876" ed="G"/><l> 'O Opportunity, thy guilt is great!
<lb n="877" ed="G"/></l><l> 'Tis thou that executest the traitor's treason:
<lb n="878" ed="G"/></l><l> Thou set'st the wolf where he the lamb may  get; 
<lb n="879" ed="G"/></l><l> Whoever plots the sin, thou 'point'st the season; 
<lb n="880" ed="G"/></l><l> 'Tis thou that spurn'st at right, at law, at reason;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="881" ed="G"/><l>   And in thy shady cell, where none may spy  him, 
<lb n="882" ed="G"/></l><l>   Sits Sin, to seize the souls that wander by  him. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="127" type="stanza"><head>127</head>
<lg1 n="127" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="883" ed="G"/><l> 'Thou makest the vestal violate her oath;
<lb n="884" ed="G"/></l><l> Thou blow'st the fire when temperance is  thaw'd; 
<lb n="885" ed="G"/></l><l> Thou smother'st honesty, thou murder'st  troth;
<lb n="886" ed="G"/></l><l> Thou foul abettor! thou notorious bawd!
<lb n="887" ed="G"/></l><l> Thou plantest scandal and displacest laud:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="888" ed="G"/><l>   Thou ravisher, thou traitor, thou false thief,
<lb n="889" ed="G"/></l><l>   Thy honey turns to gall, thy joy to grief!</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="128" type="stanza"><head>128</head>
<lg1 n="128" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="890" ed="G"/><l>'Thy secret pleasure turns to open shame,
<lb n="891" ed="G"/></l><l>Thy private feasting to a public fast,
<lb n="892" ed="G"/></l><l>Thy smoothing titles to a ragged name,
<lb n="893" ed="G"/></l><l>Thy sugar'd tongue to bitter wormwood taste:
<lb n="894" ed="G"/></l><l>Thy violent vanities can never last.</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="895" ed="G"/><l>   How comes it then, vile Opportunity,
<lb n="896" ed="G"/></l><l>   Being so bad, such numbers seek for thee?</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="129" type="stanza"><head>129</head>
<lg1 n="129" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="897" ed="G"/><l>'When wilt thou be the humble suppliant's  friend, 
<lb n="898" ed="G"/></l><l>And bring him   where his suit may be obtain'd ? 
<lb n="899" ed="G"/></l><l>When wilt thou sort an hour great strifes to  end? 
<lb n="900" ed="G"/></l><l>Or free that soul which wretchedness hath  chain'd?
<lb n="901" ed="G"/></l><l>Give physic to the sick, ease to the pain'd?</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="902" ed="G"/><l>   The poor, lame, blind, halt, creep, cry out  for thee; 
<lb n="903" ed="G"/></l><l>   But they ne'er meet with Opportunity.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="130" type="stanza"><head>130</head>
<lg1 n="130" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="904" ed="G"/><l>'The patient dies while the physician sleeps;
<lb n="905" ed="G"/></l><l>The orphan pines while the oppressor feeds;
<lb n="906" ed="G"/></l><l>Justice is feasting while the widow weeps;
<lb n="907" ed="G"/></l><l>Advice is sporting while infection breeds:
<lb n="908" ed="G"/></l><l>Thou grant'st no time for charitable deeds:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="909" ed="G"/><l>   Wrath, envy, treason, rape, and murder's  rages, 
<lb n="910" ed="G"/></l><l>   Thy heinous hours wait on them as their  pages.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="131" type="stanza"><head>131</head>
<lg1 n="131" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="911" ed="G"/><l>'When Truth and Virtue have to do with thee, 
<lb n="912" ed="G"/></l><l>A thousand crosses keep them from thy aid:
<lb n="913" ed="G"/></l><l>They buy thy help; but Sin ne'er gives a fee,
<lb n="914" ed="G"/></l><l>He gratis comes; and thou art well appaid
<lb n="915" ed="G"/></l><l>As well to hear as grant what he hath said.</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="916" ed="G"/><l>   My Collatine would else have come to me
<lb n="917" ed="G"/></l><l>   When Tarquin did, but he was stay'd by  thee. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="132" type="stanza"><head>132</head>
<lg1 n="132" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="918" ed="G"/><l>'Guilty thou art of murder and of theft,
<lb n="919" ed="G"/></l><l>Guilty of perjury and subornation,
<lb n="920" ed="G"/></l><l>Guilty of treason, forgery, and shift,      
<lb n="921" ed="G"/></l><l>Guilty of incest, that abomination;
<lb n="922" ed="G"/></l><l>An accessary by thine inclination</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="923" ed="G"/><l>   To all sins past, and all that are to come,
<lb n="924" ed="G"/></l><l>   From the creation to the general doom.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="133" type="stanza"><head>133</head>
<lg1 n="133" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="925" ed="G"/><l>'Mis-shapen Time, copesmate of ugly Night,
<lb n="926" ed="G"/></l><l>Swift subtle post, carrier of grisly care,
<lb n="927" ed="G"/></l><l>Eater of youth, false slave to false delight,
<lb n="928" ed="G"/></l><l>Base watch of woes, sin's pack-horse, virtue's snare; 
<lb n="929" ed="G"/></l><l>Thou nursest all and murder'st all that are:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="930" ed="G"/><l>  O, hear me then, injurious, shifting Time!
<lb n="931" ed="G"/></l><l>  Be guilty of my death, since of my crime.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="134" type="stanza"><head>134</head>
<lg1 n="134" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="932" ed="G"/><l>'Why hath thy servant, Opportunity,
<lb n="933" ed="G"/></l><l>Betray'd the hours thou gavest me to repose,
<lb n="934" ed="G"/></l><l>Cancell'd my fortunes, and enchained me
<lb n="935" ed="G"/></l><l>To endless date of never-ending woes?
<lb n="936" ed="G"/></l><l>Time's office is to fine--the hate of foes;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="937" ed="G"/><l>   To eat up errors by opinion bred,
<lb n="938" ed="G"/></l><l>   Not spend the dowry of a lawful bed.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="135" type="stanza"><head>135</head>
<lg1 n="135" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="939" ed="G"/><l>'Time's glory is to calm contending kings,
<lb n="940" ed="G"/></l><l>To unmask falsehood and bring truth to light,
<lb n="941" ed="G"/></l><l>To stamp the seal of time in aged things,
<lb n="942" ed="G"/></l><l>To wake the morn and sentinel the night,
<lb n="943" ed="G"/></l><l>To wrong the wronger till he render right,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="944" ed="G"/><l>   To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours,
<lb n="945" ed="G"/></l><l>   And smear with dust their glittering golden  towers; </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="136" type="stanza"><head>136</head>
<lg1 n="136" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="946" ed="G"/><l>'To fill with worm-holes stately monuments,
<lb n="947" ed="G"/></l><l>To feed oblivion with decay of things,
<lb n="948" ed="G"/></l><l>To blot old books and alter their contents,
<lb n="949" ed="G"/></l><l>To pluck the quills from ancient ravens  wings, 
<lb n="950" ed="G"/></l><l>To dry the old oak's sap and cherish springs,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="951" ed="G"/><l>   To spoil antiquities of hammer'd steel,
<lb n="952" ed="G"/></l><l>   And turn the giddy round of Fortune's  wheel; </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="137" type="stanza"><head>137</head>
<lg1 n="137" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="953" ed="G"/><l>'To show the beldam daughters of her daughter, 
<lb n="954" ed="G"/></l><l> To make the child a man, the man a child,
<lb n="955" ed="G"/></l><l> To slay the tiger that doth live by slaughter,
<lb n="956" ed="G"/></l><l> To tame the unicorn and lion wild,
<lb n="957" ed="G"/></l><l> To mock the subtle in themselves beguiled,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="958" ed="G"/><l>   To cheer the ploughman with increaseful  crops, 
<lb n="959" ed="G"/></l><l>   And waste huge stones with little water  drops. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="138" type="stanza"><head>138</head>
<lg1 n="138" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="960" ed="G"/><l> 'Why work'st thou mischief in thy pilgrimage, 
<lb n="961" ed="G"/></l><l> Unless thou couldst return to make amends?
<lb n="962" ed="G"/></l><l> One poor retiring minute in an age
<lb n="963" ed="G"/></l><l> Would purchase thee a thousand thousand  friends, 
<lb n="964" ed="G"/></l><l> Lending him wit that to bad debtors lends:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="965" ed="G"/><l> O, this dread night, wouldst thou one hour  come back, 
<lb n="966" ed="G"/></l><l>   I could prevent this storm and shun thy  wrack! </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="139" type="stanza"><head>139</head>
<lg1 n="139" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="967" ed="G"/><l> 'Thou ceaseless lackey to eternity,
<lb n="968" ed="G"/></l><l> With some mischance cross Tarquin in his  flight: 
<lb n="969" ed="G"/></l><l> Devise extremes beyond extremity,
<lb n="970" ed="G"/></l><l> To make him curse this cursed crimeful  night: 
<lb n="971" ed="G"/></l><l> Let ghastly shadows his lewd eyes affright;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="972" ed="G"/><l>   And the dire thought of his committed evil
<lb n="973" ed="G"/></l><l>   Shape every bush a hideous shapeless devil.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="140" type="stanza"><head>140</head>
<lg1 n="140" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="974" ed="G"/><l> 'Disturb his hours of rest with restless trances,
<lb n="975" ed="G"/></l><l>Afflict him in his bed with bedrid groans;
<lb n="976" ed="G"/></l><l>Let there bechance him pitiful mischances,
<lb n="977" ed="G"/></l><l>To make him moan; but pity not his moans:
<lb n="978" ed="G"/></l><l>Stone him with harden'd hearts, harder than  stones; </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="979" ed="G"/><l>   And let mild women to him lose their mildness, 
<lb n="980" ed="G"/></l><l>   Wilder to him than tigers in their wildness.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="141" type="stanza"><head>141</head>
<lg1 n="141" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="981" ed="G"/><l>'Let him have time to tear his curled hair, 
<lb n="982" ed="G"/></l><l>Let him have time against himself to rave,
<lb n="983" ed="G"/></l><l>Let him have time of Time's help to despair,
<lb n="984" ed="G"/></l><l>Let him have time to live a loathed slave,
<lb n="985" ed="G"/></l><l>Let him have time a beggar's orts to crave,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="986" ed="G"/><l>   And time to see one that by alms doth live
<lb n="987" ed="G"/></l><l>   Disdain to him disdained scraps to give.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="142" type="stanza"><head>142</head>
<lg1 n="142" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="988" ed="G"/><l>'Let him have time to see his friends his foes,
<lb n="989" ed="G"/></l><l>And merry fools to mock at him resort;
<lb n="990" ed="G"/></l><l>Let him have time to mark how slow time  goes 
<lb n="991" ed="G"/></l><l>In time of sorrow, and how swift and short
<lb n="992" ed="G"/></l><l>His time of folly and his time of sport;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="993" ed="G"/><l>   And ever let his unrecalling crime
<lb n="994" ed="G"/></l><l>   Have time to wail th' abusing of his time.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="143" type="stanza"><head>143</head>
<lg1 n="143" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="995" ed="G"/><l>'O Time, thou tutor both to good and bad,
<lb n="996" ed="G"/></l><l>Teach me to curse him that thou taught'st  this ill! 
<lb n="997" ed="G"/></l><l>At his own shadow let the thief run mad,
<lb n="998" ed="G"/></l><l>Himself himself seek every hour to kill!
<lb n="999" ed="G"/></l><l>Such wretched   hands such wretched blood should  spill;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1000" ed="G"/><l>   For who so base would such an office have
<lb n="1001" ed="G"/></l><l>   As slanderous deathsman to so base a  slave? </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="144" type="stanza"><head>144</head>
<lg1 n="144" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1002" ed="G"/><l>'The baser is he, coming from a king,
<lb n="1003" ed="G"/></l><l>To shame his hope with deeds degenerate:
<lb n="1004" ed="G"/></l><l>The mightier man, the mightier is the thing
<lb n="1005" ed="G"/></l><l>That makes him honour'd, or begets him hate;
<lb n="1006" ed="G"/></l><l>For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1007" ed="G"/><l>   The moon being clouded presently is miss'd,
<lb n="1008" ed="G"/></l><l>   But little stars may hide them when they  list. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="145" type="stanza"><head>145</head>
<lg1 n="145" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1009" ed="G"/><l>'The crow may bathe his coal-black wings in  mire, 
<lb n="1010" ed="G"/></l><l>And unperceived fly with the filth away;
<lb n="1011" ed="G"/></l><l>But if the like the snow-white swan desire,
<lb n="1012" ed="G"/></l><l>The stain upon his silver down will stay.
<lb n="1013" ed="G"/></l><l>Poor grooms are sightless night, kings glorious day: </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1014" ed="G"/><l>   Gnats are unnoted wheresoe'er they fly,
<lb n="1015" ed="G"/></l><l>   But eagles gazed upon with every eye.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="146" type="stanza"><head>146</head>
<lg1 n="146" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1016" ed="G"/><l>'Out, idle words, servants to shallow fools!
<lb n="1017" ed="G"/></l><l>Unprofitable sounds, weak arbitrators!
<lb n="1018" ed="G"/></l><l>Busy yourselves in skill-contending schools;
<lb n="1019" ed="G"/></l><l>Debate where leisure serves with dull debaters; 
<lb n="1020" ed="G"/></l><l>To trembling clients be you mediators: </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1021" ed="G"/><l>   For me, I force not argument a straw,
<lb n="1022" ed="G"/></l><l>   Since that my case is past the help of law,</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="147" type="stanza"><head>147</head>
<lg1 n="147" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1023" ed="G"/><l>'In vain I rail at Opportunity,
<lb n="1024" ed="G"/></l><l>At Time, at Tarquin, and uncheerful Night;
<lb n="1025" ed="G"/></l><l>In vain I cavil with mine infamy,
<lb n="1026" ed="G"/></l><l>In vain I spurn at my confirm'd despite:
<lb n="1027" ed="G"/></l><l>This helpless smoke of words doth me no  right. </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1028" ed="G"/><l>   The remedy indeed to do me good
<lb n="1029" ed="G"/></l><l>   Is to let forth my foul-defiled blood.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="148" type="stanza"><head>148</head>
<lg1 n="148" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1030" ed="G"/><l>'Poor hand, why quiver'st thou at this decree?
<lb n="1031" ed="G"/></l><l>Honor thyself to rid me of this shame;
<lb n="1032" ed="G"/></l><l>For if I die, my honour lives in thee;
<lb n="1033" ed="G"/></l><l>But if I live, thou livest in my defame:
<lb n="1034" ed="G"/></l><l>Since thou couldst not defend thy loyal dame,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1035" ed="G"/><l>   And wast afeard to scratch her wicked foe,
<lb n="1036" ed="G"/></l><l>   Kill both thyself and her for yielding so.'</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="149" type="stanza"><head>149</head>
<lg1 n="149" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1037" ed="G"/><l>This said, from her be-tumbled couch she  starteth, 
<lb n="1038" ed="G"/></l><l>To find some desperate instrument of death:
<lb n="1039" ed="G"/></l><l>But this no slaughterhouse no tool imparteth
<lb n="1040" ed="G"/></l><l>To make more vent for passage of her breath;
<lb n="1041" ed="G"/></l><l>Which, thronging through her lips, so vanisheth </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1042" ed="G"/><l>   As smoke from AEtna, that in air consumes,
<lb n="1043" ed="G"/></l><l>   Or that which from discharged cannon  fumes. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="150" type="stanza"><head>150</head>
<lg1 n="150" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1044" ed="G"/><l>'In vain,' quoth she, 'I live, and seek in vain
<lb n="1045" ed="G"/></l><l>Some happy mean to end a hapless life.
<lb n="1046" ed="G"/></l><l>I fear'd by Tarquin's falchion to be slain,
<lb n="1047" ed="G"/></l><l>Yet for the self-same purpose seek a knife:
<lb n="1048" ed="G"/></l><l>But when I fear'd I was a loyal wife:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1049" ed="G"/><l>   So am I now: O no, that cannot be;  
<lb n="1050" ed="G"/></l><l>   Of that true type hath Tarquin rifled me.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="151" type="stanza"><head>151</head>
<lg1 n="151" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1051" ed="G"/><l>'O, that is gone for which I sought to live,
<lb n="1052" ed="G"/></l><l>And therefore now I need not fear to die.
<lb n="1053" ed="G"/></l><l>To clear this spot by death, at least I give
<lb n="1054" ed="G"/></l><l>A badge of fame to slander's livery;
<lb n="1055" ed="G"/></l><l>A dying life to living infamy:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1056" ed="G"/><l>   Poor helpless help, the treasure stol'n away,
<lb n="1057" ed="G"/></l><l>   To burn the guiltless casket where it lay!</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="152" type="stanza"><head>152</head>
<lg1 n="152" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1058" ed="G"/><l>'Well, well, dear Collatine, thou shalt not  know 
<lb n="1059" ed="G"/></l><l>The stained taste of violated troth;
<lb n="1060" ed="G"/></l><l>I will not wrong thy true affection so,     
<lb n="1061" ed="G"/></l><l>To flatter thee with an infringed oath;
<lb n="1062" ed="G"/></l><l>This bastard graff shall never come to growth: </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1063" ed="G"/><l>   He shall not boast who did thy stock pollute 
<lb n="1064" ed="G"/></l><l>   That thou art doting father of his fruit.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="153" type="stanza"><head>153</head>
<lg1 n="153" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1065" ed="G"/><l>'Nor shall he smile at thee in secret thought,
<lb n="1066" ed="G"/></l><l>Nor laugh with his companions at thy state;
<lb n="1067" ed="G"/></l><l>But thou shalt know thy interest was not  bought 
<lb n="1068" ed="G"/></l><l>Basely with gold, but stol'n from forth thy  gate. 
<lb n="1069" ed="G"/></l><l>For me, I am the mistress of my fate,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1070" ed="G"/><l>   And with my trespass never will dispense,
<lb n="1071" ed="G"/></l><l>   Till life to death acquit my forced offence.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="154" type="stanza"><head>154</head>
<lg1 n="154" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1072" ed="G"/><l>'I will not poison thee with my attaint,
<lb n="1073" ed="G"/></l><l>Nor fold my fault in cleanly-coin'd excuses;
<lb n="1074" ed="G"/></l><l>My sable ground of sin I will not paint,
<lb n="1075" ed="G"/></l><l>To hide the truth of this false night's abuses:
<lb n="1076" ed="G"/></l><l>My tongue shall utter all; mine eyes, like  sluices, </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1077" ed="G"/><l>As from a mountain-spring that feeds a  dale, 
<lb n="1078" ed="G"/></l><l>   Shall gush pure streams to purge my impure  tale.' </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="155" type="stanza"><head>155</head>
<lg1 n="155" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1079" ed="G"/><l>By this, lamenting Philomel had ended   
<lb n="1080" ed="G"/></l><l>The well-tuned warble of her nightly sorrow,
<lb n="1081" ed="G"/></l><l>And solemn night with slow sad gait descended
<lb n="1082" ed="G"/></l><l>To ugly hell; when, lo, the blushing morrow
<lb n="1083" ed="G"/></l><l>Lends light to all fair eyes that light will borrow: </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1084" ed="G"/><l>   But cloudy Lucrece shames herself to see,
<lb n="1085" ed="G"/></l><l>   And therefore still in night would cloister'd  be. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="156" type="stanza"><head>156</head>
<lg1 n="156" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1086" ed="G"/><l>Revealing day through every cranny spies,
<lb n="1087" ed="G"/></l><l>And seems to point her out where she sits  weeping; 
<lb n="1088" ed="G"/></l><l>To whom she sobbing speaks: 'O eye of eyes,
<lb n="1089" ed="G"/></l><l>Why pry'st thou through my window? leave  thy peeping: 
<lb n="1090" ed="G"/></l><l>Mock with thy tickling beams eyes that are  sleeping:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1091" ed="G"/><l>   Brand not my forehead with thy piercing  light, 
<lb n="1092" ed="G"/></l><l>   For day hath nought to do what's done by  night.' </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="157" type="stanza"><head>157</head>
<lg1 n="157" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1093" ed="G"/><l>Thus cavils she with every thing she sees:
<lb n="1094" ed="G"/></l><l>True grief is fond and testy as a child,
<lb n="1095" ed="G"/></l><l>Who wayward once, his mood with nought  agrees: 
<lb n="1096" ed="G"/></l><l>Old woes, not infant sorrows, bear them mild;
<lb n="1097" ed="G"/></l><l>Continuance tames the one: the other wild,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1098" ed="G"/><l>   Like an unpractised swimmer plunging still.
<lb n="1099" ed="G"/></l><l>   With too much labour drowns for want of  skill. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="158" type="stanza"><head>158</head>
<lg1 n="158" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1100" ed="G"/><l>So she, deep-drenched in a sea of care, 
<lb n="1101" ed="G"/></l><l>Holds disputation with each thing she views,
<lb n="1102" ed="G"/></l><l>And to herself all sorrow doth compare;
<lb n="1103" ed="G"/></l><l>No object but her passion's strength renews;
<lb n="1104" ed="G"/></l><l>And as one shifts, another straight ensues:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1105" ed="G"/><l>   Sometime her grief is dumb and hath no  words; 
<lb n="1106" ed="G"/></l><l>   Sometime 'tis mad and too much talk affords. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="159" type="stanza"><head>159</head>
<lg1 n="159" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1107" ed="G"/><l>The little birds that tune their morning's joy
<lb n="1108" ed="G"/></l><l>Make her moans mad with their sweet melody: 
<lb n="1109" ed="G"/></l><l>For mirth doth search the bottom of annoy;
<lb n="1110" ed="G"/></l><l>Sad souls are slain in merry company;   
<lb n="1111" ed="G"/></l><l>Grief best is pleased with grief's society:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1112" ed="G"/><l>   True sorrow then is feelingly sufficed
<lb n="1113" ed="G"/></l><l>   When with like semblance it is sympathized. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="160" type="stanza"><head>160</head>
<lg1 n="160" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1114" ed="G"/><l>'Tis double death to drown in ken of shore;
<lb n="1115" ed="G"/></l><l>He ten times pines that pines beholding food;
<lb n="1116" ed="G"/></l><l>To see the salve doth make the wound ache  more; 
<lb n="1117" ed="G"/></l><l>Great grief grieves most at that would do it  good; 
<lb n="1118" ed="G"/></l><l>Deep woes roll forward like a gentle flood,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1119" ed="G"/><l>   Who, being stopp'd, the bounding banks  o'erflows; 
<lb n="1120" ed="G"/></l><l>   Grief dallied with nor law nor limit knows.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="161" type="stanza"><head>161</head>
<lg1 n="161" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1121" ed="G"/><l> 'You mocking birds,' quoth she, 'your tunes  entomb
<lb n="1122" ed="G"/></l><l>Within your hollow-swelling feather'd breasts,
<lb n="1123" ed="G"/></l><l>And in my hearing be you mute and dumb:
<lb n="1124" ed="G"/></l><l>My restless discord loves no stops nor rests;
<lb n="1125" ed="G"/></l><l>A woeful hostess brooks not merry guests:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1126" ed="G"/><l>   Relish your nimble notes to pleasing ears;
<lb n="1127" ed="G"/></l><l>   Distress likes dumps when time is kept with  tears. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="162" type="stanza"><head>162</head>
<lg1 n="162" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1128" ed="G"/><l> 'Come, Philomel, that sing'st of ravishment,
<lb n="1129" ed="G"/></l><l> Make thy sad grove in my dishevell'd hair:
<lb n="1130" ed="G"/></l><l> As the dank earth weeps at thy languishment,
<lb n="1131" ed="G"/></l><l> So I at each sad strain will strain a tear,
<lb n="1132" ed="G"/></l><l> And with deep groans the diapason bear;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1133" ed="G"/><l>    For burden-wise I'll hum on Tarquin still,
<lb n="1134" ed="G"/></l><l>    While thou on Tereus descant'st better skill.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="163" type="stanza"><head>163</head>
<lg1 n="163" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1135" ed="G"/><l> 'And whiles against a thorn thou bear'st thy  part, 
<lb n="1136" ed="G"/></l><l> To keep thy sharp woes waking, wretched I,
<lb n="1137" ed="G"/></l><l> To imitate thee well, against my heart
<lb n="1138" ed="G"/></l><l> Will fix a sharp knife to affright mine eye;
<lb n="1139" ed="G"/></l><l> Who, if it wink, shall thereon fall and die.</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1140" ed="G"/><l>   These means, as frets upon an instrument,
<lb n="1141" ed="G"/></l><l>   Shall tune our heart-strings to true languishment.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="164" type="stanza"><head>164</head>
<lg1 n="164" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1142" ed="G"/><l> 'And for, poor bird, thou sing'st not in the  day, 
<lb n="1143" ed="G"/></l><l> As shaming any eye should thee behold,
<lb n="1144" ed="G"/></l><l>Some dark deep desert, seated from the way,
<lb n="1145" ed="G"/></l><l>That knows not parching heat nor freezing  cold, 
<lb n="1146" ed="G"/></l><l> Will we find out; and there we will unfold</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1147" ed="G"/><l>   To creatures stern sad tunes, to change their  kinds: 
<lb n="1148" ed="G"/></l><l>   Since men prove beasts, let beasts bear gentle minds.' </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="165" type="stanza"><head>165</head>
<lg1 n="165" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1149" ed="G"/><l> As the poor frighted deer, that stands at gaze,
<lb n="1150" ed="G"/></l><l> Wildly determining which way to fly,
<lb n="1151" ed="G"/></l><l> Or one encompass'd with a winding maze,
<lb n="1152" ed="G"/></l><l> That cannot tread the way out readily;
<lb n="1153" ed="G"/></l><l> So with herself is she in mutiny,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1154" ed="G"/><l>   To live or die which of the twain were better, 
<lb n="1155" ed="G"/></l><l>   When life is shamed, and death reproach's  debtor. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="166" type="stanza"><head>166</head>
<lg1 n="166" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1156" ed="G"/><l>'To kill myself,' quoth she, 'alack, what were  it, 
<lb n="1157" ed="G"/></l><l> But with my body my poor soul's pollution?
<lb n="1158" ed="G"/></l><l> They that lose half with greater patience bear  it 
<lb n="1159" ed="G"/></l><l> Than they whose whole is swallow'd in confusion. 
<lb n="1160" ed="G"/></l><l>That mother tries a merciless conclusion </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1161" ed="G"/><l>   Who, having two sweet babes, when death  takes one, 
<lb n="1162" ed="G"/></l><l>   Will slay the other and be nurse to none.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="167" type="stanza"><head>167</head>
<lg1 n="167" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1163" ed="G"/><l>'My body or my soul, which was the dearer,
<lb n="1164" ed="G"/></l><l>When the one pure, the other made divine?
<lb n="1165" ed="G"/></l><l>Whose love of either to myself was nearer,
<lb n="1166" ed="G"/></l><l>When both were kept for heaven and Collatine? 
<lb n="1167" ed="G"/></l><l>Ay me! the bark peel'd from the lofty pine,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1168" ed="G"/><l>   His leaves will wither and his sap decay;
<lb n="1169" ed="G"/></l><l>   So must my soul, her bark being peel'd  away. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="168" type="stanza"><head>168</head>
<lg1 n="168" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1170" ed="G"/><l>'Her house is sack'd, her quiet interrupted,
<lb n="1171" ed="G"/></l><l>Her mansion batter'd by the enemy;      
<lb n="1172" ed="G"/></l><l>Her sacred temple spotted, spoil'd, corrupted,
<lb n="1173" ed="G"/></l><l>Grossly engirt with daring infamy:
<lb n="1174" ed="G"/></l><l>Then let it not be call'd impiety,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1175" ed="G"/><l>   If in this blemish'd fort I make some hole
<lb n="1176" ed="G"/></l><l>   Through which I may convey this troubled  soul. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="169" type="stanza"><head>169</head>
<lg1 n="169" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1177" ed="G"/><l>'Yet die I will not till my Collatine
<lb n="1178" ed="G"/></l><l>Have heard the cause of my untimely death;
<lb n="1179" ed="G"/></l><l>That he may vow, in that sad hour of mine,
<lb n="1180" ed="G"/></l><l>Revenge on him that made me stop my breath.
<lb n="1181" ed="G"/></l><l>My stained blood to Tarquin I'll bequeath,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1182" ed="G"/><l>   Which by him tainted shall for him be spent, 
<lb n="1183" ed="G"/></l><l>  And as his due writ in my testament.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="170" type="stanza"><head>170</head>
<lg1 n="170" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1184" ed="G"/><l>'My honor I'll bequeath unto the knife
<lb n="1185" ed="G"/></l><l>That wounds my body so dishonoured.
<lb n="1186" ed="G"/></l><l>'Tis honour to deprive dishonour'd life;
<lb n="1187" ed="G"/></l><l>The one will live, the other being dead:
<lb n="1188" ed="G"/></l><l>So of shame's ashes shall my fame be bred;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1189" ed="G"/><l>   For in my death I murder shameful scorn:
<lb n="1190" ed="G"/></l><l>   My shame so dead, mine honor is  newborn. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="171" type="stanza"><head>171</head>
<lg1 n="171" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1191" ed="G"/><l> 'Dear lord of that dear jewel I have lost, 
<lb n="1192" ed="G"/></l><l> What legacy shall I bequeath to thee?
<lb n="1193" ed="G"/></l><l> My resolution, love, shall be thy boast,
<lb n="1194" ed="G"/></l><l> By whose example thou revenged mayst be.
<lb n="1195" ed="G"/></l><l> How Tarquin must be used, read it in me:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1196" ed="G"/><l>   Myself, thy friend, will kill myself, thy foe, 
<lb n="1197" ed="G"/></l><l>   And for my sake serve thou false Tarquin  so. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="172" type="stanza"><head>172</head>
<lg1 n="172" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1198" ed="G"/><l> 'This brief abridgement of my will I make:
<lb n="1199" ed="G"/></l><l> My soul and body to the skies and ground;
<lb n="1200" ed="G"/></l><l> My resolution, husband, do thou take;
<lb n="1201" ed="G"/></l><l> Mine honor be the knife's that makes my  wound; 
<lb n="1202" ed="G"/></l><l> My shame be his that did my fame confound;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1203" ed="G"/><l>   And all my fame that lives disbursed be
<lb n="1204" ed="G"/></l><l>   To those that live, and think no shame of  me. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="173" type="stanza"><head>173</head>
<lg1 n="173" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1205" ed="G"/><l>'Thou, Collatine, shalt oversee this will;
<lb n="1206" ed="G"/></l><l>How was I overseen that thou shalt see it
<lb n="1207" ed="G"/></l><l>My blood shall wash the slander of mine ill;
<lb n="1208" ed="G"/></l><l>My life's foul deed, my life's fair end shall free  it. 
<lb n="1209" ed="G"/></l><l>Faint not, faint heart, but stoutly say "So be  it:" </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1210" ed="G"/><l>   Yield to my hand; my hand shall conquer  thee:
<lb n="1211" ed="G"/></l><l>   Thou dead, both die, and both shall victors  be.' </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="174" type="stanza"><head>174</head>
<lg1 n="174" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1212" ed="G"/><l>This plot of death when sadly she had laid,
<lb n="1213" ed="G"/></l><l>And wiped the brinish pearl from her bright  eyes, 
<lb n="1214" ed="G"/></l><l>With untuned tongue she hoarsely calls her  maid, 
<lb n="1215" ed="G"/></l><l>Whose swift obedience to her mistress hies;
<lb n="1216" ed="G"/></l><l>For fleet-wing'd duty with thought's feathers  flies. </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1217" ed="G"/><l>   Poor Lucrece' cheeks unto her maid seem so
<lb n="1218" ed="G"/></l><l>   As winter meads when sun doth melt their  snow. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="175" type="stanza"><head>175</head>
<lg1 n="175" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1219" ed="G"/><l>Her mistress she doth give demure good-morrow, 
<lb n="1220" ed="G"/></l><l>With soft-slow tongue, true mark of modesty,
<lb n="1221" ed="G"/></l><l>And sorts a sad look to her lady's sorrow,
<lb n="1222" ed="G"/></l><l>For why her face wore sorrow's livery;
<lb n="1223" ed="G"/></l><l>But durst not ask of her audaciously</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1224" ed="G"/><l>   Why her two suns were cloud-eclipsed so,
<lb n="1225" ed="G"/></l><l>   Nor why her fair cheeks over-wash'd with  woe. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="176" type="stanza"><head>176</head>
<lg1 n="176" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1226" ed="G"/><l>But as the earth doth weep, the sun being set,
<lb n="1227" ed="G"/></l><l>Each flower moisten'd like a melting eye;
<lb n="1228" ed="G"/></l><l>Even so the maid with swelling drops gan wet
<lb n="1229" ed="G"/></l><l>Her circled eyne, enforced by sympathy
<lb n="1230" ed="G"/></l><l>Of those fair suns set in her mistress' sky,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1231" ed="G"/><l>   Who in a salt-waved ocean quench their  light, 
<lb n="1232" ed="G"/></l><l>   Which makes the maid weep like the dewy  night. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="177" type="stanza"><head>177</head>
<lg1 n="177" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1233" ed="G"/><l>A pretty while these pretty creatures stand,
<lb n="1234" ed="G"/></l><l>Like ivory conduits coral cisterns filling:
<lb n="1235" ed="G"/></l><l>One justly weeps; the other takes in hand
<lb n="1236" ed="G"/></l><l>No cause, but company, of her drops spilling:
<lb n="1237" ed="G"/></l><l>Their gentle sex to weep are often willing;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1238" ed="G"/><l>   Grieving themselves to guess at others'  smarts, 
<lb n="1239" ed="G"/></l><l>   And then they drown their eyes or break  their hearts.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="178" type="stanza"><head>178</head>
<lg1 n="178" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1240" ed="G"/><l>For men have marble, women waxen, minds,
<lb n="1241" ed="G"/></l><l>And therefore are they form'd as marble will;
<lb n="1242" ed="G"/></l><l>The weak oppress'd, the impression of strange  kinds 
<lb n="1243" ed="G"/></l><l>Is form'd in them by force, by fraud, or skill:
<lb n="1244" ed="G"/></l><l>Then call them not the authors of their ill,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1245" ed="G"/><l>   No more than wax shall be accounted evil
<lb n="1246" ed="G"/></l><l>   Wherein is stamp'd the semblance of a devil. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="179" type="stanza"><head>179</head>
<lg1 n="179" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1247" ed="G"/><l>Their smoothness, like a goodly champaign  plain, 
<lb n="1248" ed="G"/></l><l>Lays open all the little worms that creep;
<lb n="1249" ed="G"/></l><l>In men, as in a rough-grown grove, remain
<lb n="1250" ed="G"/></l><l>Cave-keeping evils that obscurely sleep: 
<lb n="1251" ed="G"/></l><l>Through crystal walls each little mote will  peep: </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1252" ed="G"/><l>   Though men can cover crimes with bold  stern looks, 
<lb n="1253" ed="G"/></l><l>   Poor women's faces are their own faults'  books. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="180" type="stanza"><head>180</head>
<lg1 n="180" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1254" ed="G"/><l>No man inveigh against the wither'd flower,
<lb n="1255" ed="G"/></l><l>But chide rough winter that the flower hath  kill'd: 
<lb n="1256" ed="G"/></l><l>Not that devour'd, but that which doth devour,
<lb n="1257" ed="G"/></l><l>Is worthy blame. O, let it not be hild
<lb n="1258" ed="G"/></l><l>Poor women's faults, that they are so fulfill'd</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1259" ed="G"/><l>   With men's abuses: those proud lords, to  blame, 
<lb n="1260" ed="G"/></l><l>   Make weak-made women tenants to their  shame.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="181" type="stanza"><head>181</head>
<lg1 n="181" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1261" ed="G"/><l>The precedent whereof in Lucrece view,
<lb n="1262" ed="G"/></l><l>Assail'd by night with circumstances strong
<lb n="1263" ed="G"/></l><l>Of present death, and shame that might ensue
<lb n="1264" ed="G"/></l><l>By that her death, to do her husband wrong:
<lb n="1265" ed="G"/></l><l>Such danger to resistance did belong,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1266" ed="G"/><l>   The dying fear through all her body spread; 
<lb n="1267" ed="G"/></l><l>   And who cannot abuse a body dead?</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="182" type="stanza"><head>182</head>
<lg1 n="182" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1268" ed="G"/><l>By this, mild patience bid fair Lucrece speak
<lb n="1269" ed="G"/></l><l>To the poor counterfeit of her complaining:
<lb n="1270" ed="G"/></l><l>'My girl,' quoth she, 'on what occasion break
<lb n="1271" ed="G"/></l><l>Those tears from thee, that down thy cheeks  are raining?
<lb n="1272" ed="G"/></l><l>If thou dost weep for grief of my sustaining,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1273" ed="G"/><l>   Know gentle wench, it small avails my  mood: 
<lb n="1274" ed="G"/></l><l>   If tears could help, mine own would do me  good. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="183" type="stanza"><head>183</head>
<lg1 n="183" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1275" ed="G"/><l>'But tell me, girl, when went'--and there she  stay'd 
<lb n="1276" ed="G"/></l><l>Till after a deep groan--'Tarquin from  hence?' 
<lb n="1277" ed="G"/></l><l>'Madam, ere I was up,' replied the maid,
<lb n="1278" ed="G"/></l><l>'The more to blame my sluggard negligence:
<lb n="1279" ed="G"/></l><l>Yet with the fault I thus far can dispense;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1280" ed="G"/><l>   Myself was stirring ere the break of day,
<lb n="1281" ed="G"/></l><l>   And, ere I rose, was Tarquin gone away.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="184" type="stanza"><head>184</head>
<lg1 n="184" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1282" ed="G"/><l>'But, lady, if your maid may be so bold,
<lb n="1283" ed="G"/></l><l>She would request to know your heaviness.'
<lb n="1284" ed="G"/></l><l>'O, peace!' quoth Lucrece: 'if it should be  told, 
<lb n="1285" ed="G"/></l><l>The repetition cannot make it less;
<lb n="1286" ed="G"/></l><l>For more it is than I can well express:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1287" ed="G"/><l>   And that deep torture may be call'd a hell
<lb n="1288" ed="G"/></l><l>   When more is felt than one hath power to  tell. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="185" type="stanza"><head>185</head>
<lg1 n="185" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1289" ed="G"/><l>'Go, get me hither paper, ink, and pen:
<lb n="1290" ed="G"/></l><l>Yet save that labour, for I have them here.
<lb n="1291" ed="G"/></l><l>What should I say?   One of my husband's  men 
<lb n="1292" ed="G"/></l><l>Bid thou be ready, by and by, to bear
<lb n="1293" ed="G"/></l><l>A letter to my lord, my love, my dear:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1294" ed="G"/><l>   Bid him with speed prepare to carry it;
<lb n="1295" ed="G"/></l><l>   The cause craves haste, and it will soon be  writ.' </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="186" type="stanza"><head>186</head>
<lg1 n="186" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1296" ed="G"/><l>Her maid is gone, and she prepares to write,
<lb n="1297" ed="G"/></l><l>First hovering o'er the paper with her quill:
<lb n="1298" ed="G"/></l><l>Conceit and grief an eager combat fight;
<lb n="1299" ed="G"/></l><l>What wit sets down is blotted straight with  will; 
<lb n="1300" ed="G"/></l><l>This is too curious-good, this blunt and ill:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1301" ed="G"/><l>   Much like a press of people at a door, 1301
<lb n="1302" ed="G"/></l><l>   Throng her inventions, which shall go before. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="187" type="stanza"><head>187</head>
<lg1 n="187" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1303" ed="G"/><l>At last she thus begins: 'Thou worthy lord
<lb n="1304" ed="G"/></l><l>Of that unworthy wife that greeteth thee,
<lb n="1305" ed="G"/></l><l>Health to thy person! next vouchsafe t' afford-- 
<lb n="1306" ed="G"/></l><l>If ever, love, thy Lucrece thou wilt see--
<lb n="1307" ed="G"/></l><l>Some present speed to come and visit me.</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1308" ed="G"/><l>   So, I commend me from our house in grief:
<lb n="1309" ed="G"/></l><l>   My woes are tedious, though my words are  brief.' </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="188" type="stanza"><head>188</head>
<lg1 n="188" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1310" ed="G"/><l> Here folds she up the tenour of her woe,
<lb n="1311" ed="G"/></l><l> Her certain sorrow   writ uncertainly.
<lb n="1312" ed="G"/></l><l> By this short schedule Collatine may know
<lb n="1313" ed="G"/></l><l> Her grief, but not her grief's true quality:
<lb n="1314" ed="G"/></l><l> She dares not thereof make discovery,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1315" ed="G"/><l>   Lest he should hold it her own gross abuse,
<lb n="1316" ed="G"/></l><l>   Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd  excuse. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="189" type="stanza"><head>189</head>
<lg1 n="189" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1317" ed="G"/><l> Besides, the life and feeling of her passion
<lb n="1318" ed="G"/></l><l> She hoards, to spend when he is by to hear  her: 
<lb n="1319" ed="G"/></l><l> When sighs and groans and tears may grace the fashion 
<lb n="1320" ed="G"/></l><l> Of her disgrace, the better so to clear her
<lb n="1321" ed="G"/></l><l> From   that suspicion which the world might  bear her. </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1322" ed="G"/><l>   To shun this blot, she would not blot the  letter 
<lb n="1323" ed="G"/></l><l>    With words, till action might become them  better. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="190" type="stanza"><head>190</head>
<lg1 n="190" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1324" ed="G"/><l> To see sad sights moves more than hear them  told: 
<lb n="1325" ed="G"/></l><l> For then the eye interprets to the ear
<lb n="1326" ed="G"/></l><l> The heavy motion that it doth behold,
<lb n="1327" ed="G"/></l><l> When every part a part of woe doth bear.
<lb n="1328" ed="G"/></l><l> 'Tis but a part of sorrow that we hear:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1329" ed="G"/><l>    Deep sounds make lesser noise than shallow  fords, 
<lb n="1330" ed="G"/></l><l>    And sorrow ebbs, being blown with wind of  words.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="191" type="stanza"><head>191</head>
<lg1 n="191" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1331" ed="G"/><l> Her letter now is seal'd, and on it writ
<lb n="1332" ed="G"/></l><l> 'At Ardea to my lord with mote than haste.'
<lb n="1333" ed="G"/></l><l> The post attends, and she delivers it,
<lb n="1334" ed="G"/></l><l> Charging the sour-faced groom to hie as fast
<lb n="1335" ed="G"/></l><l> As lagging fowls before the northern blast:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1336" ed="G"/><l>    Speed more than speed but dull and slow  she deems: 
<lb n="1337" ed="G"/></l><l>    Extremity still urgeth such extremes.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="192" type="stanza"><head>192</head>
<lg1 n="192" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1338" ed="G"/><l> The homely villain court'sies to her low;
<lb n="1339" ed="G"/></l><l> And, blushing on her, with a steadfast eye
<lb n="1340" ed="G"/></l><l> Receives the scroll without or yea or no,
<lb n="1341" ed="G"/></l><l> And forth with bashful innocence doth hie.
<lb n="1342" ed="G"/></l><l> But they whose guilt within their bosoms lie</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1343" ed="G"/><l>    Imagine every eye beholds their blame;
<lb n="1344" ed="G"/></l><l>    For Lucrece thought he blush'd to see her  shame: </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="193" type="stanza"><head>193</head>
<lg1 n="193" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1345" ed="G"/><l>When, silly groom!   God wot, it was defect
<lb n="1346" ed="G"/></l><l>Of spirit, life, and bold audacity.
<lb n="1347" ed="G"/></l><l>Such harmless creatures have a true respect
<lb n="1348" ed="G"/></l><l>To talk in deeds, while others saucily
<lb n="1349" ed="G"/></l><l>Promise more speed, but do it leisurely:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1350" ed="G"/><l>   Even so this pattern of the worn-out age
<lb n="1351" ed="G"/></l><l>   Pawn'd honest looks, but laid no words to   gage. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="194" type="stanza"><head>194</head>
<lg1 n="194" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1352" ed="G"/><l>His kindled duty kindled her mistrust,
<lb n="1353" ed="G"/></l><l>That two red fires in both their faces blazed;
<lb n="1354" ed="G"/></l><l>She thought he blush'd, as knowing Tarquin's  lust, 
<lb n="1355" ed="G"/></l><l>And, blushing with him, wistly on him gazed;
<lb n="1356" ed="G"/></l><l>Her earnest eye did make him more amazed:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1357" ed="G"/><l>   The more she saw the blood his cheeks replenish, 
<lb n="1358" ed="G"/></l><l>   The more she thought he spied in her some  blemish. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="195" type="stanza"><head>195</head>
<lg1 n="195" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1359" ed="G"/><l> But long she thinks till he return again,
<lb n="1360" ed="G"/></l><l> And yet the duteous vassal scarce is gone.
<lb n="1361" ed="G"/></l><l> The weary time she cannot entertain,
<lb n="1362" ed="G"/></l><l> For now 'tis stale to sigh, to weep, to groan:
<lb n="1363" ed="G"/></l><l> So woe hath wearied woe, moan tired moan,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1364" ed="G"/><l>   That she her plaints a little while doth stay, 
<lb n="1365" ed="G"/></l><l> Pausing for means to mourn some newer  way. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="196" type="stanza"><head>196</head>
<lg1 n="196" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1366" ed="G"/><l> At last she calls to mind where hangs a piece
<lb n="1367" ed="G"/></l><l> Of skilful painting, made for Priam's Troy;
<lb n="1368" ed="G"/></l><l> Before the which is drawn the power of  Greece, 
<lb n="1369" ed="G"/></l><l> For Helen's rape the city to destroy,     
<lb n="1370" ed="G"/></l><l> Threatening cloud-kissing Ilion with annoy;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1371" ed="G"/><l>   Which the conceited painter drew so proud,
<lb n="1372" ed="G"/></l><l>   As heaven, it seem'd, to kiss the turrets  bow'd. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="197" type="stanza"><head>197</head>
<lg1 n="197" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1373" ed="G"/><l> A thousand lamentable objects there,
<lb n="1374" ed="G"/></l><l> In scorn of nature, art gave lifeless life:
<lb n="1375" ed="G"/></l><l> Many a dry drop seem'd a weeping tear,
<lb n="1376" ed="G"/></l><l> Shed for the slaughter'd husband by the wife:
<lb n="1377" ed="G"/></l><l> The red blood reek'd, to show the painter's  strife; </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1378" ed="G"/><l>   The dying eyes gleam'd forth their ashy  lights, 
<lb n="1379" ed="G"/></l><l>   Like dying coals burnt out in tedious nights.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="198" type="stanza"><head>198</head>
<lg1 n="198" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1380" ed="G"/><l> There might you see the labouring pioner
<lb n="1381" ed="G"/></l><l> Begrimed with sweat, and smeared all with  dust; 
<lb n="1382" ed="G"/></l><l> And from the towers of Troy there would appear 
<lb n="1383" ed="G"/></l><l> The very eyes of men through loop-holes  thrust. 
<lb n="1384" ed="G"/></l><l>Gazing upon the Greeks with little lust:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1385" ed="G"/><l>   Such sweet observance in this work was had, 
<lb n="1386" ed="G"/></l><l>   That one might see those far-off eyes look  sad. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="199" type="stanza"><head>199</head>
<lg1 n="199" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1387" ed="G"/><l>In great commanders grace and majesty
<lb n="1388" ed="G"/></l><l>You might behold, triumphing in their faces;
<lb n="1389" ed="G"/></l><l>In youth, quick bearing and dexterity;
<lb n="1390" ed="G"/></l><l>And here and there the painter interlaces
<lb n="1391" ed="G"/></l><l>Pale cowards, marching on with trembling  paces; </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1392" ed="G"/><l>   Which heartless peasants did so well resemble, 
<lb n="1393" ed="G"/></l><l>   That one would swear he saw them quake  and tremble. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="200" type="stanza"><head>200</head>
<lg1 n="200" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1394" ed="G"/><l>In Ajax and Ulysses, O, what art
<lb n="1395" ed="G"/></l><l>Of physiognomy might one behold!
<lb n="1396" ed="G"/></l><l>The face of either cipher'd either's heart;
<lb n="1397" ed="G"/></l><l>Their face their manners most expressly told:
<lb n="1398" ed="G"/></l><l>In Ajax' eyes blunt rage and rigour roll'd;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1399" ed="G"/><l>   But the mild glance that sly Ulysses lent
<lb n="1400" ed="G"/></l><l>   Show'd deep regard and smiling government. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="201" type="stanza"><head>201</head>
<lg1 n="201" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1401" ed="G"/><l>There pleading might you see grave Nestor  stand,
<lb n="1402" ed="G"/></l><l>As 'twere encouraging the Greeks to fight;
<lb n="1403" ed="G"/></l><l>Making such sober action with his hand,
<lb n="1404" ed="G"/></l><l>That it beguiled attention, charm'd the sight:
<lb n="1405" ed="G"/></l><l>In speech, it seem'd, his beard, all silver white, </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1406" ed="G"/><l>   Wagg'd up and down, and from his lips did  fly 
<lb n="1407" ed="G"/></l><l>   Thin winding breath, which purl'd up to the  sky. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="202" type="stanza"><head>202</head>
<lg1 n="202" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1408" ed="G"/><l>About him were a press of gaping faces,
<lb n="1409" ed="G"/></l><l>Which seem'd to swallow up his sound advice; 
<lb n="1410" ed="G"/></l><l>All jointly listening, but with several graces,
<lb n="1411" ed="G"/></l><l>As if some mermaid did their ears entice,
<lb n="1412" ed="G"/></l><l>Some high, some low, the painter was so nice;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1413" ed="G"/><l>   The scalps of many, almost hid behind,
<lb n="1414" ed="G"/></l><l>   To jump up higher seem'd, to mock the  mind. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="203" type="stanza"><head>203</head>
<lg1 n="203" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1415" ed="G"/><l>Here one man's hand lean'd on another's head, 
<lb n="1416" ed="G"/></l><l>His nose being shadow'd by his neighbour's  ear; 
<lb n="1417" ed="G"/></l><l>Here one being throng'd bears back, all boll'n  and red; 
<lb n="1418" ed="G"/></l><l>Another smother'd seems to pelt and swear;
<lb n="1419" ed="G"/></l><l>And in their rage such signs of rage they bear,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1420" ed="G"/><l>   As, but for loss of Nestor's golden words,
<lb n="1421" ed="G"/></l><l>   It seem'd they would debate with angry  swords. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="204" type="stanza"><head>204</head>
<lg1 n="204" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1422" ed="G"/><l>For much imaginary work was there;
<lb n="1423" ed="G"/></l><l>Conceit deceitful, so compact, so kind,
<lb n="1424" ed="G"/></l><l>That for Achilles' image stood his spear,
<lb n="1425" ed="G"/></l><l>Griped in an armed hand; himself, behind,
<lb n="1426" ed="G"/></l><l>Was left unseen, save to the eye of mind:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1427" ed="G"/><l>   A hand, a foot, a face, a leg, a head,
<lb n="1428" ed="G"/></l><l>   Stood for the whole to be imagined.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="205" type="stanza"><head>205</head>
<lg1 n="205" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1429" ed="G"/><l>And from the walls of strong-besieged Troy
<lb n="1430" ed="G"/></l><l>When their brave hope, bold Hector, march'd  to field,
<lb n="1431" ed="G"/></l><l>Stood many Trojan mothers, sharing joy
<lb n="1432" ed="G"/></l><l>To see their youthful sons bright weapons  wield; 
<lb n="1433" ed="G"/></l><l>And to their hope they such odd action yield,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1434" ed="G"/><l>   That through their light joy seemed to appear, 
<lb n="1435" ed="G"/></l><l>   Like bright things stain'd, a kind of heavy  fear. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="206" type="stanza"><head>206</head>
<lg1 n="206" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1436" ed="G"/><l>And from the strand of Dardan, where they  fought, 
<lb n="1437" ed="G"/></l><l>To Simois' reedy banks the red blood ran,
<lb n="1438" ed="G"/></l><l>Whose waves to imitate the battle sought
<lb n="1439" ed="G"/></l><l>With swelling ridges; and their ranks began
<lb n="1440" ed="G"/></l><l>To break upon the galled shore, and than</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1441" ed="G"/><l>   Retire again, till, meeting greater ranks,
<lb n="1442" ed="G"/></l><l>They join and shoot their foam at Simois'  banks. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="207" type="stanza"><head>207</head>
<lg1 n="207" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1443" ed="G"/><l>To this well-painted piece is Lucrece come,
<lb n="1444" ed="G"/></l><l>To find a face where all distress is stell'd.
<lb n="1445" ed="G"/></l><l>Many she sees where cares have carved some,
<lb n="1446" ed="G"/></l><l>But none where all distress and dolour dwell'd, 
<lb n="1447" ed="G"/></l><l>Till she despairing Hecuba beheld,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1448" ed="G"/><l>   Staring on Priam's wounds with her old  eyes, 
<lb n="1449" ed="G"/></l><l>   Which bleeding under Pyrrhus' proud foot  lies. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="208" type="stanza"><head>208</head>
<lg1 n="208" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1450" ed="G"/><l> In her the painter had anatomized         
<lb n="1451" ed="G"/></l><l> Time's ruin, beauty's wreck, and grim care's  reign: 
<lb n="1452" ed="G"/></l><l> Her cheeks with chops and wrinkles were disguised; 
<lb n="1453" ed="G"/></l><l> Of what she was no semblance did remain:
<lb n="1454" ed="G"/></l><l> Her blue blood changed to black in every vein, </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1455" ed="G"/><l>   Wanting the spring that those shrunk pipes  had fed, 
<lb n="1456" ed="G"/></l><l>   Show'd life imprison'd in a body dead.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="209" type="stanza"><head>209</head>
<lg1 n="209" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1457" ed="G"/><l> On this sad shadow Lucrece spends her eyes,
<lb n="1458" ed="G"/></l><l> And shapes her sorrow to the beldam's woes,
<lb n="1459" ed="G"/></l><l> Who nothing wants to answer her but cries,
<lb n="1460" ed="G"/></l><l> And bitter words to ban her cruel foes: 
<lb n="1461" ed="G"/></l><l>The painter was no god to lend her those;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1462" ed="G"/><l>   And therefore Lucrece swears he did her  wrong, 
<lb n="1463" ed="G"/></l><l>   To give her so much grief and not a tongue.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="210" type="stanza"><head>210</head>
<lg1 n="210" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1464" ed="G"/><l>'Poor instrument,' quoth she, 'without a  sound,
<lb n="1465" ed="G"/></l><l>I'll tune thy woes with my lamenting tongue;
<lb n="1466" ed="G"/></l><l>And drop sweet balm in Priam's painted  wound, 
<lb n="1467" ed="G"/></l><l>And rail on Pyrrhus that hath done him  wrong; 
<lb n="1468" ed="G"/></l><l>And with my tears quench Troy that burns so  long; </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1469" ed="G"/><l>   And with my knife scratch out the angry  eyes
<lb n="1470" ed="G"/></l><l>   Of all the Greeks that are thine enemies.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="211" type="stanza"><head>211</head>
<lg1 n="211" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1471" ed="G"/><l>'Show me the strumpet that began this stir,
<lb n="1472" ed="G"/></l><l>That with my nails her beauty I may tear.
<lb n="1473" ed="G"/></l><l>Thy heat of lust, fond Paris, did incur
<lb n="1474" ed="G"/></l><l>This load of wrath that burning Troy doth  bear: 
<lb n="1475" ed="G"/></l><l>Thy eye kindled the fire that burneth here;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1476" ed="G"/><l>   And here in Troy, for trespass of thine eye,
<lb n="1477" ed="G"/></l><l>   The sire, the son, the dame, and daughter  die. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="212" type="stanza"><head>212</head>
<lg1 n="212" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1478" ed="G"/><l>'Why should the private pleasure of some one
<lb n="1479" ed="G"/></l><l>Become the public plague of many moe?
<lb n="1480" ed="G"/></l><l>Let sin, alone committed, light alone     
<lb n="1481" ed="G"/></l><l>Upon his head that hath transgressed so;
<lb n="1482" ed="G"/></l><l>Let guiltless souls be freed from guilty woe:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1483" ed="G"/><l>   For one's offence why should so many fall,
<lb n="1484" ed="G"/></l><l>   To plague a private sin in general?</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="213" type="stanza"><head>213</head>
<lg1 n="213" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1485" ed="G"/><l> 'Lo, here weeps Hecuba, here Priam dies,
<lb n="1486" ed="G"/></l><l> Here manly Hector faints, here Troilus  swounds, 
<lb n="1487" ed="G"/></l><l>Here friend by friend in bloody channel lies,
<lb n="1488" ed="G"/></l><l>And friend to friend gives unadvised wounds,
<lb n="1489" ed="G"/></l><l>And one man's lust these many lives confounds: </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1490" ed="G"/><l>   Had doting Priam check'd his son's desire,
<lb n="1491" ed="G"/></l><l>   Troy had been bright with fame and not  with fire.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="214" type="stanza"><head>214</head>
<lg1 n="214" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1492" ed="G"/><l>Here feelingly she weeps Troy's painted woes:
<lb n="1493" ed="G"/></l><l>For sorrow, like a heavy-hanging bell,
<lb n="1494" ed="G"/></l><l>Once set on ringing, with his own weight goes; 
<lb n="1495" ed="G"/></l><l>Then little strength rings out the doleful knell: 
<lb n="1496" ed="G"/></l><l>So Lucrece, set a-work, sad tales doth tell</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1497" ed="G"/><l>   To pencill'd pensiveness and color'd sorrow: 
<lb n="1498" ed="G"/></l><l>   She lends them words, and she their looks  doth borrow. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="215" type="stanza"><head>215</head>
<lg1 n="215" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1499" ed="G"/><l>She throws her eyes about the painting round,
<lb n="1500" ed="G"/></l><l>And whom she finds forlorn she doth lament.
<lb n="1501" ed="G"/></l><l>At last she sees a wretched image bound,
<lb n="1502" ed="G"/></l><l>That piteous looks to Phrygian shepherds lent: 
<lb n="1503" ed="G"/></l><l>His face, though full of cares, yet show'd content; </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1504" ed="G"/><l>   Onward to Troy with the blunt swains he  goes, 
<lb n="1505" ed="G"/></l><l>   So mild, that Patience seem'd to scorn his  woes. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="216" type="stanza"><head>216</head>
<lg1 n="216" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1506" ed="G"/><l>In him the painter labour'd with his skill
<lb n="1507" ed="G"/></l><l>To hide deceit, and give the harmless show
<lb n="1508" ed="G"/></l><l>An humble gait, calm looks, eyes wailing still, 
<lb n="1509" ed="G"/></l><l>A brow unbent, that seem'd to welcome woe;
<lb n="1510" ed="G"/></l><l>Cheeks neither red nor pale, but mingled so</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1511" ed="G"/><l>   That blushing red no guilty instance gave,
<lb n="1512" ed="G"/></l><l>   Nor ashy pale the fear that false hearts have. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="217" type="stanza"><head>217</head>
<lg1 n="217" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1513" ed="G"/><l>But, like a constant and confirmed devil,
<lb n="1514" ed="G"/></l><l>He entertain'd a show so seeming just,
<lb n="1515" ed="G"/></l><l>And therein so ensconced his secret evil,
<lb n="1516" ed="G"/></l><l>That jealousy itself could not mistrust
<lb n="1517" ed="G"/></l><l>False-creeping craft and perjury should thrust</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1518" ed="G"/><l>   Into so bright a day such black-faced storms, 
<lb n="1519" ed="G"/></l><l>   Or blot with hell-born sin such saint-like  forms.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="218" type="stanza"><head>218</head>
<lg1 n="218" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1520" ed="G"/><l>The well-skill'd workman this mild image drew 
<lb n="1521" ed="G"/></l><l>For perjured Sinon, whose enchanting story
<lb n="1522" ed="G"/></l><l>The credulous old Priam after slew;
<lb n="1523" ed="G"/></l><l>Whose words like wildfire burnt the shining  glory 
<lb n="1524" ed="G"/></l><l>Of rich-built Ilion, that the skies were sorry,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1525" ed="G"/><l>   And little stars shot from their fixed places,
<lb n="1526" ed="G"/></l><l>   When their glass fell wherein they view'd  their faces. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="219" type="stanza"><head>219</head>
<lg1 n="219" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1527" ed="G"/><l>This picture she advisedly perused,
<lb n="1528" ed="G"/></l><l>And chid the painter for his wondrous skill,
<lb n="1529" ed="G"/></l><l>Saying, some shape in Sinon's was abused;
<lb n="1530" ed="G"/></l><l>So fair a form lodged not a mind so ill:
<lb n="1531" ed="G"/></l><l>And still on him she gazed; and gazing still,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1532" ed="G"/><l>   Such signs of truth in his plain face she  spied, 
<lb n="1533" ed="G"/></l><l>   That she concludes the picture was belied.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="220" type="stanza"><head>220</head>
<lg1 n="220" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1534" ed="G"/><l>'It cannot be,' quoth she, 'that so much  guile'-- 
<lb n="1535" ed="G"/></l><l>She would have said 'can lurk in such a  look;'
<lb n="1536" ed="G"/></l><l>But Tarquin's shape came in her mind the  while, 
<lb n="1537" ed="G"/></l><l>And from her tongue 'can lurk' from 'cannot' took: 
<lb n="1538" ed="G"/></l><l>'It cannot be' she in that sense forsook,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1539" ed="G"/><l>   And turn'd it thus, 'It cannot be, I find,
<lb n="1540" ed="G"/></l><l>   But such a face should bear a wicked mind:</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="221" type="stanza"><head>221</head>
<lg1 n="221" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1541" ed="G"/><l>'For even as subtle Sinon here is painted,
<lb n="1542" ed="G"/></l><l>So sober-sad, so weary, and so mild,
<lb n="1543" ed="G"/></l><l>As if with grief or travail he had fainted,
<lb n="1544" ed="G"/></l><l>To me came Tarquin armed; so beguiled
<lb n="1545" ed="G"/></l><l>With outward honesty, but yet defiled</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1546" ed="G"/><l>   With inward vice: as Priam him did cherish,
<lb n="1547" ed="G"/></l><l>   So did I Tarquin; so my Troy did perish.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="222" type="stanza"><head>222</head>
<lg1 n="222" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1548" ed="G"/><l>'Look, look, how listening Priam wets his  eyes, 
<lb n="1549" ed="G"/></l><l>To see those borrow'd tears that Sinon sheds!
<lb n="1550" ed="G"/></l><l>Priam, why art thou old and yet not wise?
<lb n="1551" ed="G"/></l><l>For every tear he falls a Trojan bleeds:
<lb n="1552" ed="G"/></l><l>His eye drops fire, no water thence proceeds;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1553" ed="G"/><l>   Those round clear pearls of his, that move  thy pity, 
<lb n="1554" ed="G"/></l><l>   Are balls of quenchless fire to burn thy city.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="223" type="stanza"><head>223</head>
<lg1 n="223" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1555" ed="G"/><l>'Such devils steal effects from lightless hell;
<lb n="1556" ed="G"/></l><l>For Sinon in his fire doth quake with cold,
<lb n="1557" ed="G"/></l><l>And in that cold hot-burning fire doth dwell;
<lb n="1558" ed="G"/></l><l>These contraries such unity do hold,
<lb n="1559" ed="G"/></l><l>Only to flatter fools and make them bold:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1560" ed="G"/><l>   So Priam's trust false Sinon's tears doth flatter,
<lb n="1561" ed="G"/></l><l>   That he finds means to burn his Troy with  water.' </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="224" type="stanza"><head>224</head>
<lg1 n="224" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1562" ed="G"/><l>Here, all enraged, such passion her assails,
<lb n="1563" ed="G"/></l><l>That patience is quite beaten from her breast.
<lb n="1564" ed="G"/></l><l>She tears the senseless Sinon with her nails,
<lb n="1565" ed="G"/></l><l>Comparing him to that unhappy guest
<lb n="1566" ed="G"/></l><l>Whose deed hath made herself herself detest:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1567" ed="G"/><l>   At last she smilingly with this gives o'er;
<lb n="1568" ed="G"/></l><l>   'Fool, fool!' quoth she, 'his wounds will  not be sore.' </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="225" type="stanza"><head>225</head>
<lg1 n="225" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1569" ed="G"/><l>Thus ebbs and flows the current of her sorrow,
<lb n="1570" ed="G"/></l><l>And time doth weary time with her complaining.
<lb n="1571" ed="G"/></l><l>She looks for night, and then she longs for  morrow, 
<lb n="1572" ed="G"/></l><l>And both she thinks too long with her remaining: 
<lb n="1573" ed="G"/></l><l>Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining: </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1574" ed="G"/><l>   Though woe be heavy, yet it seldom sleeps;
<lb n="1575" ed="G"/></l><l>   And they that watch see time how slow it  creeps. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="226" type="stanza"><head>226</head>
<lg1 n="226" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1576" ed="G"/><l>Which all this time hath overslipp'd her  thought, 
<lb n="1577" ed="G"/></l><l>That she with painted images hath spent;
<lb n="1578" ed="G"/></l><l>Being from the feeling of her own grief  brought 
<lb n="1579" ed="G"/></l><l>By deep surmise of others' detriment;
<lb n="1580" ed="G"/></l><l>Losing her woes in shows of discontent.</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1581" ed="G"/><l>   It easeth some, though none it ever cured,
<lb n="1582" ed="G"/></l><l>   To think their dolour others have endured.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="227" type="stanza"><head>227</head>
<lg1 n="227" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1583" ed="G"/><l>But now the mindful messenger, come back,
<lb n="1584" ed="G"/></l><l>Brings home his lord and other company;
<lb n="1585" ed="G"/></l><l>Who finds his Lucrece clad in mourning  black:
<lb n="1586" ed="G"/></l><l>And round about her tear-distained eye
<lb n="1587" ed="G"/></l><l>Blue circles stream'd, like rainbows in the  sky: </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1588" ed="G"/><l>   These water-galls in her dim element
<lb n="1589" ed="G"/></l><l>   Foretell new storms to those already spent.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="228" type="stanza"><head>228</head>
<lg1 n="228" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1590" ed="G"/><l>Which when her sad-beholding husband saw,
<lb n="1591" ed="G"/></l><l>Amazedly in her sad face he stares:       
<lb n="1592" ed="G"/></l><l>Her eyes, though sod in tears, look'd red and  raw, 
<lb n="1593" ed="G"/></l><l>Her lively colour kill'd with deadly cares.
<lb n="1594" ed="G"/></l><l>He hath no power to ask her how she fares:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1595" ed="G"/><l>   Both stood, like old acquaintance in a  trance,
<lb n="1596" ed="G"/></l><l>   Met far from home, wondering each other's  chance. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="229" type="stanza"><head>229</head>
<lg1 n="229" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1597" ed="G"/><l>At last he takes her by the bloodless hand,
<lb n="1598" ed="G"/></l><l>And thus begins: 'What uncouth ill event
<lb n="1599" ed="G"/></l><l>Hath thee befall'n, that thou dost trembling  stand? 
<lb n="1600" ed="G"/></l><l>Sweet love, what spite hath thy fair color  spent?
<lb n="1601" ed="G"/></l><l> Why art thou thus attired in discontent?</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1602" ed="G"/><l>   Unmask, dear dear, this moody heaviness,
<lb n="1603" ed="G"/></l><l>   And tell thy grief, that we may give redress.'</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="230" type="stanza"><head>230</head>
<lg1 n="230" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1604" ed="G"/><l>Three times with sighs she gives her sorrow  fire, 
<lb n="1605" ed="G"/></l><l> Ere once she can discharge one word of woe:
<lb n="1606" ed="G"/></l><l> At length address'd to answer his desire,
<lb n="1607" ed="G"/></l><l> She modestly prepares to let them know
<lb n="1608" ed="G"/></l><l> Her honor is ta'en prisoner by the foe;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1609" ed="G"/><l>   While Collatine and his consorted lords
<lb n="1610" ed="G"/></l><l>   With sad attention long to hear her words.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="231" type="stanza"><head>231</head>
<lg1 n="231" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1611" ed="G"/><l>And now this pale swan in her watery nest
<lb n="1612" ed="G"/></l><l>Begins the sad dirge of her certain ending;
<lb n="1613" ed="G"/></l><l>'Few words,' quoth she, 'shall fit the trespass  best, 
<lb n="1614" ed="G"/></l><l>Where no excuse can give the fault amending:
<lb n="1615" ed="G"/></l><l>In me moe woes than words are now depending; </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1616" ed="G"/><l>   And my laments would be drawn out too  long, 
<lb n="1617" ed="G"/></l><l>   To tell them all with one poor tired tongue.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="232" type="stanza"><head>232</head>
<lg1 n="232" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1618" ed="G"/><l> 'Then be this all the task it hath to say:
<lb n="1619" ed="G"/></l><l> Dear husband, in the interest of thy bed
<lb n="1620" ed="G"/></l><l> A stranger came, and on that pillow lay 1620
<lb n="1621" ed="G"/></l><l> Where thou wast wont to rest thy weary head;
<lb n="1622" ed="G"/></l><l> And what wrong else may be imagined</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1623" ed="G"/><l>   By foul enforcement might be done to me,
<lb n="1624" ed="G"/></l><l>   From that, alas, thy Lucrece is not free.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="233" type="stanza"><head>233</head>
<lg1 n="233" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1625" ed="G"/><l>'For in the dreadful dead of dark midnight,
<lb n="1626" ed="G"/></l><l>With shining falchion in my chamber came
<lb n="1627" ed="G"/></l><l>A creeping creature, with a flaming light,
<lb n="1628" ed="G"/></l><l>And softly cried "Awake, thou Roman dame,
<lb n="1629" ed="G"/></l><l>And entertain my love; else lasting shame</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1630" ed="G"/><l>   On thee and thine this night I will inflict,
<lb n="1631" ed="G"/></l><l>   If thou my love's desire do contradict. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="234" type="stanza"><head>234</head>
<lg1 n="234" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1632" ed="G"/><l> "For some hard-favour'd groom of thine,"  quoth he, 
<lb n="1633" ed="G"/></l><l>"Unless thou yoke thy liking to my will,
<lb n="1634" ed="G"/></l><l>I'll murder straight, and then I'll slaughter thee 
<lb n="1635" ed="G"/></l><l>And swear I found you where you did fulfil
<lb n="1636" ed="G"/></l><l>The loathsome act of lust, and so did kill</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1637" ed="G"/><l>   The lechers in their deed: this act will be
<lb n="1638" ed="G"/></l><l>   My fame and thy perpetual infamy."</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="235" type="stanza"><head>235</head>
<lg1 n="235" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1639" ed="G"/><l>'With this, I did begin to start and cry;
<lb n="1640" ed="G"/></l><l>And then against my heart he sets his sword,
<lb n="1641" ed="G"/></l><l>Swearing, unless I took all patiently,     
<lb n="1642" ed="G"/></l><l>I should not live to speak another word;
<lb n="1643" ed="G"/></l><l>So should my shame still rest upon record,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1644" ed="G"/><l>   And never be forgot in mighty Rome
<lb n="1645" ed="G"/></l><l>   Th' adulterate death of Lucrece and her  groom. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="236" type="stanza"><head>236</head>
<lg1 n="236" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1646" ed="G"/><l>'Mine enemy was strong, my poor self weak,
<lb n="1647" ed="G"/></l><l>And far the weaker with so strong a fear:
<lb n="1648" ed="G"/></l><l>My bloody judge forbade my tongue to speak;
<lb n="1649" ed="G"/></l><l>No rightful plea might plead for justice there:
<lb n="1650" ed="G"/></l><l>His scarlet lust came evidence to swear</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1651" ed="G"/><l>   That my poor beauty had purloin'd his eyes;
<lb n="1652" ed="G"/></l><l>   And when the judge is robb'd the prisoner  dies. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="237" type="stanza"><head>237</head>
<lg1 n="237" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1653" ed="G"/><l>'O, teach me how to make mine own excuse!
<lb n="1654" ed="G"/></l><l>Or at the least this refuge let me find;
<lb n="1655" ed="G"/></l><l>Though my gross blood be stain'd with this  abuse, 
<lb n="1656" ed="G"/></l><l>Immaculate and spotless is my mind;
<lb n="1657" ed="G"/></l><l>That was not forced; that never was inclined</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1658" ed="G"/><l>   To accessary yieldings, but still pure
<lb n="1659" ed="G"/></l><l>   Doth in her poison'd closet yet endure.'</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="238" type="stanza"><head>238</head>
<lg1 n="238" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1660" ed="G"/><l>Lo, here, the hopeless merchant of this loss,
<lb n="1661" ed="G"/></l><l>With head declined, and voice damm'd up  with woe,
<lb n="1662" ed="G"/></l><l>With sad set eyes, and wretched arms across,
<lb n="1663" ed="G"/></l><l>From lips new-waxen pale begins to blow
<lb n="1664" ed="G"/></l><l>The grief away that stops his answer so:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1665" ed="G"/><l>   But, wretched as he is, he strives in vain;
<lb n="1666" ed="G"/></l><l>   What he breathes out his breath drinks up  again. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="239" type="stanza"><head>239</head>
<lg1 n="239" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1667" ed="G"/><l>As through an arch the violent roaring tide
<lb n="1668" ed="G"/></l><l>Outruns the eye that doth behold his haste,
<lb n="1669" ed="G"/></l><l>Yet in the eddy boundeth in his pride     
<lb n="1670" ed="G"/></l><l>Back to the strait that forced him on so fast;
<lb n="1671" ed="G"/></l><l>In rage sent out, recall'd in rage, being past:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1672" ed="G"/><l>   Even so his sighs, his sorrows, make a saw,
<lb n="1673" ed="G"/></l><l>   To push grief on, and back the same grief  draw. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="240" type="stanza"><head>240</head>
<lg1 n="240" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1674" ed="G"/><l>Which speechless woe of his poor she attendeth,
<lb n="1675" ed="G"/></l><l>And his untimely frenzy thus awaketh:
<lb n="1676" ed="G"/></l><l>'Dear Lord, thy sorrow to my sorrow lendeth
<lb n="1677" ed="G"/></l><l>Another power; no flood by raining slaketh.
<lb n="1678" ed="G"/></l><l>My woe too sensible thy passion maketh</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1679" ed="G"/><l>   More feeling-painful: let it then suffice
<lb n="1680" ed="G"/></l><l>   To drown one woe, one pair of weeping  eyes.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="241" type="stanza"><head>241</head>
<lg1 n="241" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1681" ed="G"/><l>'And for my sake, when I might charm thee  so
<lb n="1682" ed="G"/></l><l>For she that was thy Lucrece, now attend me:
<lb n="1683" ed="G"/></l><l>Be suddenly revenged on my foe,
<lb n="1684" ed="G"/></l><l>Thine, mine, his own: suppose thou dost defend me 
<lb n="1685" ed="G"/></l><l>From what is past: the help that thou shalt  lend me </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1686" ed="G"/><l>   Comes all too late, yet let the traitor die;
<lb n="1687" ed="G"/></l><l>   For sparing justice feeds iniquity.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="242" type="stanza"><head>242</head>
<lg1 n="242" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1688" ed="G"/><l>'But ere I name him, you fair lords,' quoth  she, 
<lb n="1689" ed="G"/></l><l>Speaking to those that came with Collatine,
<lb n="1690" ed="G"/></l><l>'Shall plight your honourable faiths to me,
<lb n="1691" ed="G"/></l><l>With swift pursuit to venge this wrong of  mine; 
<lb n="1692" ed="G"/></l><l>For 'tis a meritorious fair design</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1693" ed="G"/><l>   To chase injustice with revengeful arms:
<lb n="1694" ed="G"/></l><l>   Knights, by their oaths, should right poor  ladies' harms.' </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="243" type="stanza"><head>243</head>
<lg1 n="243" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1695" ed="G"/><l>At this request, with noble disposition
<lb n="1696" ed="G"/></l><l>Each present lord began to promise aid,
<lb n="1697" ed="G"/></l><l>As bound in knighthood to her imposition,
<lb n="1698" ed="G"/></l><l>Longing to hear the hateful foe bewray'd.
<lb n="1699" ed="G"/></l><l>But she, that yet her sad task hath not said,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1700" ed="G"/><l>   The protestation stops. 'O, speak,' quoth  she,
<lb n="1701" ed="G"/></l><l>   'How may this forced stain be wiped from  me? </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="244" type="stanza"><head>244</head>
<lg1 n="244" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1702" ed="G"/><l>'What is the quality of mine offence,
<lb n="1703" ed="G"/></l><l>Being constrain'd with dreadful circumstance?
<lb n="1704" ed="G"/></l><l>May my pure mind with the foul act dispense,
<lb n="1705" ed="G"/></l><l>My low-declined honour to advance?
<lb n="1706" ed="G"/></l><l>May any terms acquit me from this chance?</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1707" ed="G"/><l>   The poison'd fountain clears itself again;
<lb n="1708" ed="G"/></l><l>   And why not I from this compelled stain?'</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="245" type="stanza"><head>245</head>
<lg1 n="245" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1709" ed="G"/><l>With this, they all at once began to say,
<lb n="1710" ed="G"/></l><l>Her body's stain her mind untainted clears;
<lb n="1711" ed="G"/></l><l>While with a joyless smile she turns away
<lb n="1712" ed="G"/></l><l>The face, that map which deep impression  bears 
<lb n="1713" ed="G"/></l><l>Of hard misfortune, carved in it with tears.</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1714" ed="G"/><l>   'No, no,' quoth she, 'no dame, hereafter  living, 
<lb n="1715" ed="G"/></l><l>   By my excuse shall claim excuse's giving.'</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="246" type="stanza"><head>246</head>
<lg1 n="246" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1716" ed="G"/><l>Here with a sigh, as if her heart would break,
<lb n="1717" ed="G"/></l><l>She throws forth Tarquin's name: 'He, he,'  she says, 
<lb n="1718" ed="G"/></l><l>But more than 'he' her poor tongue could not  speak; 
<lb n="1719" ed="G"/></l><l>Till after many accents and delays,
<lb n="1720" ed="G"/></l><l>Untimely breathings, sick and short assays,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1721" ed="G"/><l>   She utters this, 'He, he, fair lords, 'tis he,
<lb n="1722" ed="G"/></l><l>   That guides this hand to give this wound to  me.' </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="247" type="stanza"><head>247</head>
<lg1 n="247" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1723" ed="G"/><l>Even here she sheathed in her harmless breast
<lb n="1724" ed="G"/></l><l>A harmful knife, that thence her soul unsheathed: 
<lb n="1725" ed="G"/></l><l>That blow did bail it from the deep unrest
<lb n="1726" ed="G"/></l><l>Of that polluted prison where it breathed:
<lb n="1727" ed="G"/></l><l>Her contrite sighs unto the clouds bequeathed</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1728" ed="G"/><l>   Her winged sprite, and through her wounds  doth fly 
<lb n="1729" ed="G"/></l><l>   Life's lasting date from cancell'd destiny.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="248" type="stanza"><head>248</head>
<lg1 n="248" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1730" ed="G"/><l>Stone-still, astonish'd with this deadly deed,
<lb n="1731" ed="G"/></l><l>Stood Collatine and all his lordly crew;
<lb n="1732" ed="G"/></l><l>Till Lucrece' father, that beholds her bleed,
<lb n="1733" ed="G"/></l><l>Himself on her self-slaughter'd body threw;
<lb n="1734" ed="G"/></l><l>And from the purple fountain Brutus drew</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1735" ed="G"/><l>   The murderous knife, and, as it left the  place, 
<lb n="1736" ed="G"/></l><l>   Her blood, in poor revenge, held it in chase; </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="249" type="stanza"><head>249</head>
<lg1 n="249" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1737" ed="G"/><l>And bubbling from her breast, it doth divide
<lb n="1738" ed="G"/></l><l>In two slow rivers, that the crimson blood
<lb n="1739" ed="G"/></l><l>Circles her body in on every side,
<lb n="1740" ed="G"/></l><l>Who, like a late-sack'd island, vastly stood
<lb n="1741" ed="G"/></l><l>Bare and unpeopled in this fearful flood.</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1742" ed="G"/><l>   Some of her blood still pure and red remain'd, 
<lb n="1743" ed="G"/></l><l>   And some look'd black, and that false Tarquin stain'd. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="250" type="stanza"><head>250</head>
<lg1 n="250" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1744" ed="G"/><l>About the mourning and congealed face
<lb n="1745" ed="G"/></l><l>Of that black blood a watery rigol goes,
<lb n="1746" ed="G"/></l><l>Which seems to weep upon the tainted place:
<lb n="1747" ed="G"/></l><l>And ever since, as pitying Lucrece' woes,
<lb n="1748" ed="G"/></l><l>Corrupted blood some watery token shows;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1749" ed="G"/><l>   And blood untainted still doth red abide,
<lb n="1750" ed="G"/></l><l>   Blushing at that which is so putrified.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="251" type="stanza"><head>251</head>
<lg1 n="251" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1751" ed="G"/><l> 'Daughter, dear daughter,' old Lucretius  cries,
<lb n="1752" ed="G"/></l><l> 'That life was mine which thou hast here deprived. 
<lb n="1753" ed="G"/></l><l> If in the child the father's image lies,
<lb n="1754" ed="G"/></l><l> Where shall I live now Lucrece is unlived?
<lb n="1755" ed="G"/></l><l>Thou wast not to this end from me derived.</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1756" ed="G"/><l>   If children pre-decease progenitors,
<lb n="1757" ed="G"/></l><l>   We are their offspring, and they none of  ours.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="252" type="stanza"><head>252</head>
<lg1 n="252" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1758" ed="G"/><l>'Poor broken glass, I often did behold
<lb n="1759" ed="G"/></l><l>In thy sweet semblance my old age new born;
<lb n="1760" ed="G"/></l><l>But now that fair fresh mirror, dim and old,
<lb n="1761" ed="G"/></l><l>Shows me a bare-boned death by time outworn: 
<lb n="1762" ed="G"/></l><l>O, from thy cheeks my image thou hast torn,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1763" ed="G"/><l>   And shiver'd all the beauty of my glass,
<lb n="1764" ed="G"/></l><l>   That I no more can see what once I was!</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="253" type="stanza"><head>253</head>
<lg1 n="253" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1765" ed="G"/><l>'0   time, cease thou thy course and last no  longer, 
<lb n="1766" ed="G"/></l><l>If they surcease to be that should survive.
<lb n="1767" ed="G"/></l><l>Shall rotten   death   make   conquest of the  stronger 
<lb n="1768" ed="G"/></l><l>And leave the faltering feeble souls alive?
<lb n="1769" ed="G"/></l><l>The old bees die, the young possess their hive:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1770" ed="G"/><l>   Then live, sweet Lucrece, live again and see
<lb n="1771" ed="G"/></l><l>   Thy father die, and not thy father thee!'</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="254" type="stanza"><head>254</head>
<lg1 n="254" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1772" ed="G"/><l>By this, starts Collatine as from a dream,
<lb n="1773" ed="G"/></l><l>And bids Lucretius give his sorrow place;
<lb n="1774" ed="G"/></l><l>And then in key-cold Lucrece' bleeding stream
<lb n="1775" ed="G"/></l><l>He falls, and bathes the pale fear in his face,
<lb n="1776" ed="G"/></l><l>And counterfeits to die with her a space;</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1777" ed="G"/><l>   Till manly shame bids him possess his  breath
<lb n="1778" ed="G"/></l><l>   And live to be revenged on her death.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="255" type="stanza"><head>255</head>
<lg1 n="255" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1779" ed="G"/><l>The deep vexation of his inward soul
<lb n="1780" ed="G"/></l><l>Hath served a dumb arrest upon his tongue;
<lb n="1781" ed="G"/></l><l>Who, mad that sorrow should his use control,
<lb n="1782" ed="G"/></l><l>Or keep him from heart-easing words so long,
<lb n="1783" ed="G"/></l><l>Begins to talk; but through his lips do throng</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1784" ed="G"/><l>   Weak words, so thick come in his poor  heart's aid, 
<lb n="1785" ed="G"/></l><l>   That no man could distinguish what he said.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="256" type="stanza"><head>256</head>
<lg1 n="256" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1786" ed="G"/><l>Yet sometime 'Tarquin' was pronounced  plain,
<lb n="1787" ed="G"/></l><l>But through his teeth, as if the name he tore.
<lb n="1788" ed="G"/></l><l>This windy tempest, till it blow up rain,
<lb n="1789" ed="G"/></l><l>Held back his sorrow's tide, to make it more;
<lb n="1790" ed="G"/></l><l>At last it rains, and busy winds give o'er:</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1791" ed="G"/><l>   Then son and father weep with equal strife
<lb n="1792" ed="G"/></l><l>   Who should weep most, for daughter or for  wife. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="257" type="stanza"><head>257</head>
<lg1 n="257" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1793" ed="G"/><l> The one doth call her his, the other his,
<lb n="1794" ed="G"/></l><l> Yet neither may possess the claim they lay.
<lb n="1795" ed="G"/></l><l> The father says 'She's mine.' 'O, mine she is,
<lb n="1796" ed="G"/></l><l> Replies her husband: 'do not take away
<lb n="1797" ed="G"/></l><l> My sorrow's interest; let no mourner say</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1798" ed="G"/><l>   He weeps for her, for she was only mine,
<lb n="1799" ed="G"/></l><l>   And only must be wail'd by Collatine.'</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="258" type="stanza"><head>258</head>
<lg1 n="258" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1800" ed="G"/><l> 'O,' quoth Lucretius, 'I did give that life
<lb n="1801" ed="G"/></l><l> Which she too early and too late hath spill'd.'
<lb n="1802" ed="G"/></l><l>'Woe, woe,' quoth Collatine, 'she was my  wife,
<lb n="1803" ed="G"/></l><l>I owed her, and 'tis mine that she hath kill'd.'
<lb n="1804" ed="G"/></l><l>'My daughter' and 'my wife' with clamours  fill'd </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1805" ed="G"/><l>   The dispersed air, who, holding Lucrece'  life, 
<lb n="1806" ed="G"/></l><l>   Answer'd their cries, 'my daughter' and  'my wife.' </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="259" type="stanza"><head>259</head>
<lg1 n="259" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1807" ed="G"/><l>Brutus, who pluck'd the knife from Lucrece'  side, 
<lb n="1808" ed="G"/></l><l>Seeing such emulation in their woe,
<lb n="1809" ed="G"/></l><l>Began to clothe his wit in state and pride,
<lb n="1810" ed="G"/></l><l>Burying in Lucrece' wound his folly's show.
<lb n="1811" ed="G"/></l><l>He with the Romans was esteemed so     1811</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1812" ed="G"/><l>   As silly-jeering idiots are with kings,
<lb n="1813" ed="G"/></l><l>   For sportive words and uttering foolish   things: </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="260" type="stanza"><head>260</head>
<lg1 n="260" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1814" ed="G"/><l>But now he throws that shallow habit by,
<lb n="1815" ed="G"/></l><l>Wherein deep policy did him disguise;
<lb n="1816" ed="G"/></l><l>And arm'd his long-hid wits advisedly,
<lb n="1817" ed="G"/></l><l>To check the tears in Collatinus' eyes.
<lb n="1818" ed="G"/></l><l>'Thou wronged lord of Rome,' quoth he,  'arise: </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1819" ed="G"/><l>   Let my unsounded self, supposed a fool,
<lb n="1820" ed="G"/></l><l>   Now set thy long-experienced wit to school.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="261" type="stanza"><head>261</head>
<lg1 n="261" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1821" ed="G"/><l>'Why, Collatine, is woe the cure for woe?
<lb n="1822" ed="G"/></l><l>Do wounds help wounds, or grief help grievous  deeds? 
<lb n="1823" ed="G"/></l><l>Is it revenge to give thyself a blow
<lb n="1824" ed="G"/></l><l>For his foul act by whom thy fair wife bleeds?
<lb n="1825" ed="G"/></l><l>Such childish humour from weak minds proceeds: </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1826" ed="G"/><l>   Thy wretched wife mistook the matter so,
<lb n="1827" ed="G"/></l><l>   To slay herself, that should have slain her  foe. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="262" type="stanza"><head>262</head>
<lg1 n="262" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1828" ed="G"/><l>'Courageous Roman, do not steep thy heart
<lb n="1829" ed="G"/></l><l>In such relenting dew of lamentations;
<lb n="1830" ed="G"/></l><l>But kneel with me and help to bear thy part,
<lb n="1831" ed="G"/></l><l>To rouse our Roman gods with invocations,
<lb n="1832" ed="G"/></l><l>That they will suffer these abominations,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1833" ed="G"/><l>   Since Rome herself in them doth stand disgraced, 
<lb n="1834" ed="G"/></l><l>   By our strong arms from forth her fair  streets chased. </l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="263" type="stanza"><head>263</head>
<lg1 n="263" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1835" ed="G"/><l>'Now, by the Capitol that we adore,
<lb n="1836" ed="G"/></l><l>And by this chaste blood so unjustly stain'd,
<lb n="1837" ed="G"/></l><l>By heaven's fair sun that breeds the fat earth's  store, 
<lb n="1838" ed="G"/></l><l>By all our country rights in Rome maintain'd,
<lb n="1839" ed="G"/></l><l>And by chaste Lucrece' soul that late complain'd </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1840" ed="G"/><l>   Her wrongs to us, and by this bloody knife,
<lb n="1841" ed="G"/></l><l>   We will revenge the death of this true wife.'</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="264" type="stanza"><head>264</head>
<lg1 n="264" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1842" ed="G"/><l>This said, he struck his hand upon his breast,
<lb n="1843" ed="G"/></l><l>And kiss'd the fatal knife, to end his vow;
<lb n="1844" ed="G"/></l><l>And to his protestation urged the rest,
<lb n="1845" ed="G"/></l><l>Who, wondering at him, did his words allow:
<lb n="1846" ed="G"/></l><l>Then jointly to the ground their knees they  bow; </l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1847" ed="G"/><l>   And that deep vow, which Brutus made before, 
<lb n="1848" ed="G"/></l><l>   He doth again repeat, and that they swore.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2>
<div2 n="265" type="stanza"><head>265</head>
<lg1 n="265" type="stanza">
<lg2 type="quatrain">
<lb n="1849" ed="G"/><l>When they had sworn to this advised doom,
<lb n="1850" ed="G"/></l><l>They did conclude to bear dead Lucrece  thence; 
<lb n="1851" ed="G"/></l><l>To show her bleeding body thorough Rome,
<lb n="1852" ed="G"/></l><l>And so to publish Tarquin's foul offence:
<lb n="1853" ed="G"/></l><l>Which being done with speedy diligence,</l>
</lg2>
<lg2 type="couplet">
<lb n="1854" ed="G"/><l>   The Romans plausibly did give consent
<lb n="1855" ed="G"/></l><l>   To Tarquin's everlasting banishment.</l>
</lg2>
</lg1></div2></div1>
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