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- My felfe thy friend will kill my felfe thy fo,
And for my fake ferue thou falfe TARQVIN fo.
This briefe abridgement of my will I make,
My foule and bodie to the skies and ground:
My refolution Husband doe thou take,
Mine Honor be the knifes that makes my wound,
My shame be his that did my Fame confound;
And all my Fame that liues disbursed be,
To those that liue and thinke no shame of me.
Thou COLATINE shalt ouerfee this will,
How was I ouerfeene that thou shalt fee it?
My bloud shall wash the sclander of mine ill,
My liues foule deed my lifes faire end shall free it.
Faint not faint heart, but stoutlie fay fo be it,
Yeeld to my hand, my hand shall conquer thee,
Thou dead, both die, and both shall victors be.
This
II. 1191—1211
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
This plot of death when sadlie shee had layd,
And wip't the brinish pearle from her bright eies,
V Vith vntun'd tongue shee hoatlie cals her mayd,
V Vhose swift obedience to her mistreffle hies.
“For fleet-wing’d duetic with thoghts feathers flies,
Poore L v c r e c e cheeks vato her maid seem so,
As winter meads when sun doth melt their snow.
Her mistreffle shee doth giue demure good morrow,
V Vith soft flow-tongue, true marke of modestie,
And sorts a sad looke to her Ladies sorrow,
(For why her face wore sorrowes liuerie.)
But durst not aske of her audaciouflie,
V Vhy her two suns were clowd ecclipsed so,
Nor why her faire cheeks ouer-washt with woe.
But as the earth doth weepe the Sun being set,
Each flowre moistned like a melting eye:
Euen so the maid with swelling drops gan wet
Her circled eien inforst, by simpathie
Of thofe faire Suns set in her mistreffle skie,
V Vho in a salt wau’d Ocean quench their light,
V Vhich makes the maid weep like the dewy night.
I 2
II. 1212—1232
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
A prettie while these prettie creatures stand,
Like luorie conduits corall cesterns filling:
One iustlie weepes, the other takes in hand
No cause, but companie of her drops spilling.
Their gentle sex to weepe are often willing,
Greeuing themselves to gesse at others smarts,
And the they drown their eies, or break their harts.
For men haue marble, women waxen mindes,
And therefore are they form'd as marble will,
The weake oppreest, th'mpression of strange kindes
Is form'd in them by force, by fraud, or skill.
Then call them not the Authors of their ill,
No more then waxe shall be accounted euill,
VVherein is stampt the semblance of a Deuill.
Their smoothnesse; like a goodly champaine plaine,
Laies open all the little wormes that creepe,
In men as in a rough-growne groue remaine.
Caue-keeping euils that obscurely sleepe.
Through christall wals ech little more will peepe,
> Though me ca couer crimes with bold stern looks,
> Poore womens faces are their owne faults books.
No
ll. 1233—1253
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
No man inueigh against the withered flowre,
But chide rough winter that the flowre hath kild,
Not that deuour'd, but that which doth deuour
Is worthie blame, ò let it not be hild
Poore womens faults, that they are so fulfill
V Vith mens abuses, those proud Lords to blame,
Make weak-made womē tenants to their shame.
The president whereof in LVCRECE view,
Affail'd by night with circumstances strong
Of present death, and shame that might issue.
By that her death to do her husband wrong,
Such danger to resistance did belong:
That dying feare through all her bodie spred,
And who cannot abuse a bodie dead?
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