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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE
Poore broken glass, I often did behold
In thy sweet semblance, my old age new borne,
But now that faire fresh mirror dim and old
Shews me a bare bond death by time out-worne,
O from thy cheekes my image thou hast torne,
And shiuerd all the beautie of my glass,
That I no more can see what once I was.
O time cease thou thy course and last no longer,
If they surcease to be that should suruiue:
Shall rotten death make conquest of the stronger,
And leaue the foultring feeble foules aliue?
The old Bees die, the young possesse their hiue,
Then liue sweet LVCRECE, liue againe and see
Thy father die, and not thy father thee.
By this starts COLATINE as from a dreame,
And bids LVCRECIVS giue his sorrow place,
And than in key-cold LVCRECE bleeding streame
He fals, and bathes the pale seare in his face,
And counterfaits to die with her a space.
Till manly shame bids him possesse his breath,
And liue to be rewenged on her death.
M 3
11. 1758—1778
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
The deepe vexation of his inward foule,
Hath feru'd a dumbe arrest vpon his tongue,
VVho mad that sorrow should his vfe controll,
Or keepe him from heart-easing words so long,
Begins to talke, but through his lips do throng
-VVeake words, so thick come in his poor harts aid,
That no man could distinguish what he said.
Yet sometime TARQVIN was pronounced plaine,
But through his teeth, as if the name he tore,
This windie tempest, till it blow vp raine,
Held backe his sorrowes tide, to make it more.
At last it raines, and busie windes giue ore,
Then sonne and father weep with equall strife,
VVho shuld weep most for daughter or for wife.
The one doth call her his, the other his,
Yet neither may possesse the claime they lay.
The father saies, shee's mine, ô mine shee is
Replies her husband, do not take away
My sorrowes interest, let no mourner say
He weepes for her, for shee was onely mine,
And onelie must be wayl'd by COLATINS.
O,
II. 1779—1799
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
O, quoth LvcreTIVS, I did giue that life
V Vhich shee to carely and too late hath spil'd.
V Voe woe, quoth CoLATINE, shee was my wife,
I owed her, and tis mine that shee hath kil'd.
My daughter and my wife with clamors fild
The dispert aire, who holding Lvcrece life,
Answer'd their cries, my daughter and my wife.
Brvtvs who pluck't the knife from Lvcrece fide,
Seeing such emulation in their woe,
Began to cloath his wit in state and pride,
Burying in Lvcrece wound his follies show,
He with the Romains was esteemed so
As feelie ieering idiots are with Kings,
For sportiue words, and vttring foolish things.
But now he throws that shallow habit by,
V Vherein deepe pollicie did him disguise,
And arm'd his long hid wits aduifedlie,
To checke the teares in CoLATINVs eies.
Thou wronged Lord of Rome, quoth he, arife,
> Let my vnsounded felfe suppos'd a foole,
Now set thy long experienc't wit to schoole.
II. 1800—1820
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
- Why Colatine, is woe the cure for woe?
- Do wounds helpe wounds, or griefe helpe greeuous
- Is it reuenge to giue thy felfe a blow,
(deeds?) For his fowle Act, by whom thy faire wife bleeds?
- Such childish humor from weake minds proceeds,
- Thy wretched wife mistooke the matter fo,
- To flaie her felfe that should haue flaine her Foe.
- Couragious Romaine, do not fteepe thy hart
- In fuch relenting dew of Lamentations,
But kneele with me and helpe to beare thy part,
To rowfe our Romaine Gods with inuocations,
That they will fuffer thefe abhominations.
(Since Rome her felf in the doth stand disgraced,)
By our strong arms fro forth her fair streets chaced.
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