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Sith in his prime death doth my love destroy, For every little grief to wet his eyes:
They that love best, their love shall not To grow unto himself was his desire,

enjoy."

195.

And so 'tis thine; but know, it is as good
To wither in my breast as in his blood.

198.

By this, the boy that by her side lay kill'd Was melted like a vapour from her sight; And in his blood, that on the ground lay spill'd, "Here was thy father's bed, here in my breast; A purple flower sprung up, checker'd with Thou art the next of blood, and 'tis thy right: white, [blood Lo! in this hollow cradle take thy rest, Resembling well his pale cheeks, and the My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and Which in round drops upon their whiteness

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night:

There shall not be one minute in an hour, Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love's flower."

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LUCRECE.

TO THE

RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY,

EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON AND BARON OF TITCHFIELD.

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 happiness.

Your Lordship's in all duty,

WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.

THE ARGUMENT.

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 humour 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 despatcheth messengers, one to Rome for her father, and another to the camp for Collatine. They came, the one ac

companied 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 the 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.

I.

FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,
Borne by the trustless wings of false desire,
Lust-breathed Tarquin leaves the Roman host,
And to Collatium bears the lightless fire
Which, in pale embers hid, lurks to aspire,

And girdle with embracing flames the waist
Of Collatine's fair love, Lucrece the chaste.

2.

Haply that name of "chaste" unhapp'ly set
This bateless edge on his keen appetite;
When Collatine unwisely did not let
To praise the clear unmatched red and white
Which triumph'd in that sky of his delight,
Where mortal stars, as bright as heaven's
beauties,

With pure aspects did him peculiar duties.

3.

For he the night before, in Tarquin's tent,
Unlock'd the treasure of his happy state;
What priceless wealth the heavens had him
In the possession of his beauteous mate; [lent
Reckoning his fortune at such high-proud rate,
That kings might be espoused to more fame,
But king nor peer to such a peerless dame.

4.

O happiness enjoy'd but of a few!
An, if possess'd, as soon decay'd and done
As is the morning's silver-melting dew
Against the golden splendour of the sun!
An expir'd date, cancell'd ere well begun :
Honour and beauty, in the owner's arms,
Are weakly fortress'd from a world of harms.
5.

Beauty itself doth of itself persuade
The eyes of men without an orator;
What needeth, then, apology be made,
To set forth that which is so singular?
Or why is Collatine the publisher

Of that rich jewel he should keep unknown
From thievish ears, because it is his own?
6.

Perchance his boast of Lucrece' sovereignty
Suggested this proud issue of a king;
For by our ears our hearts oft tainted be:
Perchance that envy of so rich a thing,
Praving compare, disdainfully did sting

His high-pitched thoughts, that meaner men
should vaunt

That golden hap which their superiors want.

7.

But some untimely thought did instigate
His all-too-timeless speed, if none of those:

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For unstain'd thoughts do seldom dream on Birds never lim'd no secret bushes fear : [evil; So guiltless she securely gives good cheer

And reverent welcome to her princely guest, Whose inward ill no outward harm express'd:

14.

For that he colour'd with his high estate,
Hiding base sin in plaits of majesty ;
That nothing in him seem'd inordinate,
Save sometime too much wonder of his eye,
Which, having all, all could not satisfy;

But, poorly rich, so wanteth in his store,
That, cloy'd with much, he pineth still for

more.

15.

But she, that never cop'd with stranger eyes,
Could pick no meaning from their parling looks,
Nor read the subtle shining secrecies
Writ in the glassy margents of such books:
She touch'd no unknown baits, nor fear'd no
hooks;

Nor could she moralize his wanton sight,
More than his eyes were open'd to the light.
16.

He stories to her ears her husband's fame,
Won in the fields of fruitful Italy;
And decks with praises Collatine's high name,
Made glorious by his manly chivalry,
With bruised arms and wreaths of victory:
Her joy with heav'd-up hand she doth ex-
press,

[cess.

And, wordless, so greets heaven for his suc17.

Far from the purpose of his coming thither,
He makes excuses for his being there:
No cloudy show of stormy blustering weather
Doth yet in this fair welkin once appear;
Till sable Night, mother of Dread and Fear,
Upon the world dim darkness doth display,
And in her vaulty prison stows the day.

18.

For then is Tarquin brought unto his bed,
Intending weariness with heavy spright;
For, after supper, long he questioned
With modest Lucrece, and wore out the night:
Now leaden slumber with life's strength doth
fight;

And every one to rest themselves betake, Save thieves and cares, and troubled minds that wake.

19.

As one of which doth Tarquin lie revolving
The sundry dangers of his will's obtaining;
Yet ever to obtain his will resolving,
Though weak-built hopes persuade him to
abstaining:

Despair to gain doth traffic oft for gaining;
And when great treasure is the meed pro-
pos'd,
[suppos'd.
Though death be adjunct, there's no death

20.

Those that much covet are with gain so fond, That what they have not, that which they possess,

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So that, in venturing ill, we leave to be
The things we are, for that which we expect ;
And this ambitious foul infirmity,

In having much, torments us with defect
Of that we have: so then we do neglect

The thing we have; and, all for want of wit, Make something nothing, by augmenting it. 23.

Such hazard now must doting Tarquin make,
Pawning his honour to obtain his lust ;
And for himself himself he must forsake:
Then where is truth if there be no self-trust?
When shall he think to find a stranger just,
When he himself himself confounds, betrays
To slanderous tongues, and wretched hate-
ful days?

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31.

"What win I, if I gain the thing I seek?
A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.
Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?
Or sells eternity to get a toy?

For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the sceptre straight be strucken [down? 32.

"If Collatinus dream of my intent, Will he not wake, and in a desperate rage ? Post hither, this vile purpose to prevent This siege that hath engirt his marriage, This blur to youth, this sorrow to the sage, This dying virtue, this surviving shame, Whose crime will bear an ever-during [blame? 33.

"O what excuse can my invention make, When thou shalt charge me with so black a deed? [shake, Will not my tongue be mute, my frail joints Mine eyes forego their light, my false heart bleed?

The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed; And extreme fear can neither fight nor fly, But, coward-like, with trembling terror die.

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And how her hand, in my hand being lock'd, Forc'd it to tremble with her loyal fear! Which struck her sad, and then it faster rock'd, Until her husband's welfare she did hear; Whereat she smiled with so sweet a cheer,

"

That had Narcissus seen her as she stood, Self-love had never drown'd him in the flood. 39.

'Why hunt I, then, for colour or excuses? All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth ; Poor wretches have remorse in poor abuses; Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth :

Affection is my captain, and he leadeth;

And when his gaudy banner is display'd, The coward fights, and will not be dismay'd.

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As corn o'ergrown by weeds, so heedful fear
Is almost chok'd by unresisted lust.
Away he steals with open listening ear,
Full of foul hope, and full of fond mistrust;
Both which, as servitors to the unjust,

So cross him with their opposite persuasion, That now he vows a league, and now invasion.

42.

Within his thought her heavenly image sits, And in the selfsame seat sits Collatine :

That eye which looks on her confounds his wits; Which with a yielding latch, and with no more, That eye which him beholds, as more divine,Hath barr'd him from the blessed thing he Unto a view so false will not incline;

But with a pure appeal seeks to the heart, Which, once corrupted, takes the worser part;

43.

And therein heartens up his servile powers, Who, flatter'd by their leader's jocund show, Stuff up his lust, as minutes fill up hours: And as their captain, so their pride doth grow, Paying more slavish tribute than they owe.

By reprobate desire thus madly led,

The Roman lord marcheth to Lucrece' bed. 44.

The locks between her chamber and his will, Each one by him enforc'd, retires his ward; But, as they open, they all rate his ill, Which drives the creeping thief to some regard: The threshold grates the door to have him heard ; [there; Night-wand'ring weasels shriek to see him They fright him, yet he still pursues his fear. 45.

As each unwilling portal yields him way, Through little vents and crannies of the place The wind wars with his torch, to make him And blows the smoke of it into his face, [stay, Extinguishing his conduct in this case;

But his hot heart, which fond desire doth scorch,

Puffs forth another wind that fires the torch :
46.

And being lighted, by the light he spies
Lucretia's glove, wherein her needle sticks:
He takes it from the rushes where it lies,
And griping it, the neeld his finger pricks;
As who should say, this glove to wanton tricks
Is not inur'd; return again in haste;
Thou see'st our mistress' ornaments are

chaste.

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48.

"So, so," quoth he," these lets attend the time, Like little frosts that sometime threat the spring,

To add a more rejoicing to the prime, [sing.
And give the sneapèd birds more cause to
Pain pays the income of each precious thing;
Huge rocks, high winds, strong pirates,
shelves and sands,
[lands.'
The merchant fears, ere rich at home he
49.

Now is he come unto the chamber door,
That shuts him from the heaven of his thought,

sought.

So from himself impiety hath wrought,

That for his prey to pray he doth begin,
As if the heaven should countenance his sin.
50.

But in the midst of his unfruitful prayer,
Having solicited the eternal power, [fair,
That his foul thoughts might compass his fair
And they would stand auspicious to the hour,
Even there he starts:--quoth he, "I must de-
flower;

The powers to whom I pray abhor this fact, How can they, then, assist me in the act? 51.

"Then love and fortune be my gods, my My will is back'd with resolution: Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be [guide! tried ;

The blackest sin is clear'd with absolution; Against love's fire fear's frost hath dissolution. The eye of heaven is out, and misty night Covers the shame that follows sweet delight."

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To draw the cloud that hides the silver moon.
54.

Look, as the fair and fiery-pointed sun,
Rushing from forth a cloud, bereaves our sight;
Even so, the curtain drawn, his eyes begun
To wink, being blinded with a greater light:
Whither it is that she reflects so bright,

That dazzleth them, or else some shame
supposed;
[enclosed.
But blind they are, and keep themselves
55.

O, had they in that darksome prison died!
Then had they seen the period of their ill;
Then Collatine again, by Lucrece' side,
In his clear bed might have reposed still:
But they must ope, this blessed league to kill ;
And holy-thoughted Lucrece to their sight
Must sell her joy, her life, her world's
56.
[delight.
Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,
Cozening the pillow of a lawful kiss:

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