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Thy never-conquer’d fort, the fault is thine,
For those thine eyes betray. thee unto mine.

Thus I forestal thee, .if thou mean to chide :
Thy beauty hath ensnar'd thee to this night,
Where thou with patience must my will abide;
My will, that marks thee for my earth's delight,
Which I to conquer fought with all my might.

But as reproof and reason beat it dead,
By thy bright beauty it was newly bred.

I see what croffes my attempts will bring ;
I know what thorns the growing rose defends ;
I think the honey guarded with a sting.
All this before-hand counsel comprehends ;-
But will is deaf, and hears no heedful friends.

Only he hath an eye to gaze on beauty,
And doats on what he locks, 'gainit law or duty.

I have debated, even in my soul,
What wrong, what shame, what sorrow I shall breçd;
But nothing can affection's course controul,
Or stop the headlong fury of his speed.
I know repentant tears insue the deed,

Reproach, difdain, and deadly enmity;
Yet ftrive I to embrace mine infamy.

This faid, he shakes aloft his Roman blade,
Which like a faulcon tow'ring in the skies,
Coucheth, the fowl below with his wings shade,
Whose crooked beak threals, it he mount he dies:
So under his insulting fauchion lies

Harmless Lucretia, marking what he tells
With trembling, fear, as towls bear faulcon's bells.

Lucrecè, quoth be, this night I must enjoy thee,
If thou deny, then force must work my way;
For in thy bed I purpose to destroy thee :
That done, some worthless llave of thine I'll say,
To kill thine honour with thy life's decay;

And in thy dead arms do I mean to place him,
Swearing. I flew him, seeing thee embrace him.

So thy surviving husband shall remain
The scornful mark of every open eye ;
Thy kinsmen hang their heads at this disdain,
Thy iffue blurr’d with nameless bastardy ;
And thou the author of their obloquy,

Shalt have thy trespass cited up in rhymes,
And sung by children in succeeding times.

But if thou yield, I rest thy secret friend,
The fault unknown is as a thought unacted ;
A little harm done to a great good end,
For lawful policy remains enacted.
The poisonous fimple sometimes is compacted

In purest compounds; being so apply'd,
His venom in effect is purify'd.

Then for thy husband, and thy children's fake,
Tender my fuit, bequeath not to their lot
The frame, that from them no device can take,
The blemish that will never be forgot,
Worse than a flavifh wipe, or birth hour's blot:

For marks describ'd in men's nativity,
Are nature's faults, not their own infamy.

Here with a cockatrice dead killing eye,
He rouseth up himself, and makes a pause;

While she, the picture of true piety,
Like a white hind beneath the gripe's sharp claws,
Pleads in a wilderness, where are no laws,

To the rough beast, that knows no gentle right,
Nor ought obeys but his foul appetite,

As when a black-faced cloud the world does threat,
In his dim milt th' aspiring mountain hiding,
From earth's dark womb fome gentle gust does get,
Which blow these pitchy vapours from their biding,
Hindring their present fall by this dividing :

So his unhallowed haste her words delays,
And moody Pluto winks, while Orpheus plays.

Like foul night-waking cat he doth but dally,
While in his hold-fast foot the weak mouse panteth.
Her fad behaviour feeds his vulture folly,
A swallowing gulf, that e'en in plenty wanteth;
His ear her prayer admits, but his heart granteth

No penetrable entrance to her plaining ,
Tears harden luft, tho" marble wears with raining.

Her pity-pleading eyes are fadly fix'd
In the remorseless wrinkles of his face :
Her modeft eloquence with fighs is mix'd,
Which to her oratory adds more grace.
She puts the period often from his place,

And midst the sentence fo her accent breaks,
That twice the doth begin, ere once the speaks.

She conjures him by high Almighty Jove,
By knighthood, genery, and sweet friendship's oath';
By her untimely tears, her hufband's love;
By holy human law, and common troth:
By heaven and earth, and all the power of both :

That to his borrow'd bed he make retire,
And stoop to honour, not to foul desire..

Quoth she, reward not hofpitality
With such black payment as thou haft pretended;
Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee,
Mar not the thing that cannot be amended:
End thy ill aim before thy fhoot be ended.

He is no wood man that doth bend his bow,
To Atrike a poor unleasonable doe.

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My husband is thy friend, for his fake spare me ;
Thyfélf art mighty, for thy own sake leave me ;.
Myself a weakling, do not then ensnare me;
Thou lookft not like deceit, do not deceive' me;
My fighs like whirlwinds labour hence to heave thee.

If ever man was mov'd with woman's moans,
Be moved with my tears, my fighs, my groans. .

All which together, like a troubled ocean,
Beat at thy.rocky and wreck threatening, heart,
To foften it with their continual motion;
For stones diffolv'd to water do convert.
O! if no harder than a ftone thou art,

Melt at my tears, and be compaflionate !
Soft pity enters at an iron gate.

In Tarquin's likeness I did entertain thee,
Haft thou put on his fhape to do him fhame?
To all the host of heaven I complain me; [name ::
Thou wrong'ft his honour, wound'st his princely
Thou art not what thou fee m'ft; and if the fame,

Thou seem'ft not what thou art, a god, a king :
For kings, like gods, should govern everything.

How will thy shame be feeded in thine age,
When thus thy vices bud before thy spring ?
If in thy hope thou dar's do such outrage,
What dar’st thou not when once thou art a king?
O! be remembered, no outrageous thing

From vaffal actors can be wip'd away,
Then kings misdeeds cannot be hid in clay.

This deed shall make thee only lov'd for fear,
But happy monarchs still are fear'd for love :
With foul offenders thou perforce must bear,
When they in thee the like offences prove :
If but for fear of this, thy will remove.

For princes are the glass, the school, the book,
Where subjects eyes do learn, do read, do look.

And wilt thou be the school where luit shall learn?
Must he in thee read lectures of such shame?
Wilt thou be glass, wherein it shall discern
Authority for fin, warrant for blame?
To privilege dishonour in thy name,

Thou back'st reproach against long-living laud,
And mak'st fair reputation but a bawd.

Haft thou commanded ? By him that gave it thee,
From a pure heart command thy rebel will:
Draw not thy sword to guard iniquity,
For it was lent thee all that brood to kill.
Thy princely office how can'st thou fulfil,

When pattern’d by thy fault, toul sin may say,

He learn'd to fin, and thou didft teach the way? Think but how vile a spectacle it were, To view.thy present trespass in another :

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