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- And my laments would be drawn out too long,
To tell them all with one poore tired tong.
Then be this all the taske it hath to say,
Deare husband in the interest of thy bed
Astranger came, and on that pillow lay,
VVhere thou wast wont to rest thy wearie head,
And what wrong else may be imagined,
By foule enforcement might be done to me,
From that (alas) thy LVCRECE is not free.
For in the dreadfull dead of darke midnight,
VVith shining Fauchion in my chamber came
A creeping creature with a flaming light,
And softly cried, awake thou Romaine Dame,
And entertains my love, else lasting shame
On thee and thine this night I will inflict,
If thou my lous desire do contradict.
For
11. 1611—1631
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# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
For some hard sauour'd Groome of thine, quoth he,
Vnleffe thou yoke thy liking to my will
Ile murther straight, and then ile slaughter thee,
And sweare I sound you where you did fulfill
The lothsome act of Lust, and so did kill
The lechors in their deed, this Act will be
My Fame, and thy perpetuall infamy.
VVith this I did begin to start and cry,
And then against my heart he set his sword,
Swearing, vnleffe I tooke all patiently,
I should not liue to speake another word.
So should my shame still rest vpon record,
And neuer be forgot in mightie Roome
Th'adulterat death of Lycrece, and her Groome.
Mine enemy was strong, my poore selfe weake,
(And farre the weaker with so strong a seare)
My bloudie Iudge forbod my tongue to speake,
No rightfull plea might plead for justice there.
His scarlet Lust came euidence to sweare
That my poore beautie had purloin'd his eyes,
And when the Iudge is rob'd, the pritioner dies.
II. 1632—1652
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O teach me how to make mine owne excuse,
Or (at the least) this refuge let me finde,
Though my groffé bloud be ftaind with this abuse,
Immaculate, and spotleffe is my mind,
That was not forc’d, that neuer was inclind
To acceffarie yeeldings, but still pure
Doth in her poyfon’d clofef yet endure.
Lo heare the hopeleffe Marchant of this loffe,
WVith head declin’d, and voice dam’d vp with wo,
WVith fad fet eyes and wretched armes acroffe,
From lips new waxen pale, begins to blow.
The griefe away, that ftops his answer fo.
But wretched as he is he ftriues in vaine,
WVhat he breaths out, his breath drinks vp again.
As through an Arch, the violent roaring tide,
Outruns the eye that doth behold his haft:
Yet in the Edie boundeth in his pride,
Backe to the ftrait that forft him on fo faft:
In rage fent out, recald in rage being paft,
Euen fo his fighes, his forrowes make a faw,
To pufh griefe on, and back the fame grief draw.
VVhich
II. 1653—1673
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VVhich speechless e woe of his poore she attendeth,
And his vntimelie frenzie thus awaketh,
Deare Lord, thy sorrow to my sorrow lendeth
Another power, no cloud by raining flaketh,
My woe too fencible thy passion maketh
More feeling painfull, let it than suffice
To drowne on woe, one paire of weeping eyes.
And for my sake when I might charme thee so,
For shee that was thy LVCRECE, now attend me,
Be sodainelie reuenged on my Foe.
Thine, mine, his own, suppose thou dost defend me
From what is past, the helpe that thou shalt lend me
Comes all too late, yet let the Traytor die,
“For sparing Justice feeds iniquitie.
But ere I name him, you faire Lords, quoth shee,
(Speaking to those that came with COLATINE)
Shall plight your Honourable faiths to me,
VVith swift pursuit to venge this wrong of mine,
For tis a meritorious faire designe,
To chase injustice with revenge full armes,
Knights by their oaths should right poore Ladies M (harmes).
II. 1674—1694
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
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