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If you -are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the -country where you are located before using this eBook. -</div> -<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: The Rape of Lucrece</div> -<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: William Shakespeare</div> -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: October, 1998 [eBook #1505]<br /> -[Most recently updated: June 19, 2023]</div> -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</div> -<div style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Produced by: the PG Shakespeare Team, a team of about twenty Project Gutenberg volunteers</div> -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE RAPE OF LUCRECE ***</div> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 1505 ***</div> <div class="fig" style="width:70%;"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="cover " /><br /><br /> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="cover "><br ><br > </div> <h1>THE RAPE OF LUCRECE</h1> <h2>by William Shakespeare</h2> -<hr /> +<hr > <div class="chapter"> <h4> -TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE<br /> -HENRY WRIOTHESLEY, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON,<br /> +TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE<br > +HENRY WRIOTHESLEY, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON,<br > and Baron of Titchfield. </h4> @@ -91,11 +73,11 @@ life, still lengthened with all happiness. </p> <p> - Your Lordship’s in all duty,<br/> + Your Lordship’s in all duty,<br> WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. </p> -<hr /> +<hr > </div><!--end chapter--> @@ -137,3106 +119,2664 @@ that with one consent and a general acclamation the Tarquins were all exiled, and the state government changed from kings to consuls. </p> -<hr /> +<hr > </div><!--end chapter--> <div class="chapter"> <p class="drama"> -From the besieged Ardea all in post,<br/> -Borne by the trustless wings of false desire,<br/> -Lust-breathed Tarquin leaves the Roman host,<br/> -And to Collatium bears the lightless fire,<br/> -Which in pale embers hid, lurks to aspire<br/> - And girdle with embracing flames the waist<br/> +From the besieged Ardea all in post,<br> +Borne by the trustless wings of false desire,<br> +Lust-breathed Tarquin leaves the Roman host,<br> +And to Collatium bears the lightless fire,<br> +Which in pale embers hid, lurks to aspire<br> + And girdle with embracing flames the waist<br> Of Collatine’s fair love, Lucrece the chaste. </p> <p class="drama"> -Haply that name of “chaste” unhapp’ly set<br/> -This bateless edge on his keen appetite,<br/> -When Collatine unwisely did not let<br/> -To praise the clear unmatched red and white<br/> -Which triumphed in that sky of his delight;<br/> - Where mortal stars as bright as heaven’s beauties,<br/> +Haply that name of “chaste” unhapp’ly set<br> +This bateless edge on his keen appetite,<br> +When Collatine unwisely did not let<br> +To praise the clear unmatched red and white<br> +Which triumphed in that sky of his delight;<br> + Where mortal stars as bright as heaven’s beauties,<br> With pure aspects did him peculiar duties. </p> <p class="drama"> -For he the night before, in Tarquin’s tent<br/> -Unlocked the treasure of his happy state,<br/> -What priceless wealth the heavens had him lent<br/> -In the possession of his beauteous mate;<br/> -Reck’ning his fortune at such high proud rate<br/> - That kings might be espoused to more fame,<br/> +For he the night before, in Tarquin’s tent<br> +Unlocked the treasure of his happy state,<br> +What priceless wealth the heavens had him lent<br> +In the possession of his beauteous mate;<br> +Reck’ning his fortune at such high proud rate<br> + That kings might be espoused to more fame,<br> But king nor peer to such a peerless dame. </p> <p class="drama"> -O happiness enjoyed but of a few,<br/> -And, if possessed, as soon decayed and done<br/> -As is the morning’s silver melting dew<br/> -Against the golden splendour of the sun!<br/> -An expired date, cancelled ere well begun.<br/> - Honour and beauty in the owner’s arms,<br/> +O happiness enjoyed but of a few,<br> +And, if possessed, as soon decayed and done<br> +As is the morning’s silver melting dew<br> +Against the golden splendour of the sun!<br> +An expired date, cancelled ere well begun.<br> + Honour and beauty in the owner’s arms,<br> Are weakly fortressed from a world of harms. </p> <p class="drama"> -Beauty itself doth of itself persuade<br/> -The eyes of men without an orator;<br/> -What needeth then apologies be made,<br/> -To set forth that which is so singular?<br/> -Or why is Collatine the publisher<br/> - Of that rich jewel he should keep unknown<br/> +Beauty itself doth of itself persuade<br> +The eyes of men without an orator;<br> +What needeth then apologies be made,<br> +To set forth that which is so singular?<br> +Or why is Collatine the publisher<br> + Of that rich jewel he should keep unknown<br> From thievish ears, because it is his own? </p> <p class="drama"> -Perchance his boast of Lucrece’ sov’reignty<br/> -Suggested this proud issue of a king;<br/> -For by our ears our hearts oft tainted be.<br/> -Perchance that envy of so rich a thing,<br/> -Braving compare, disdainfully did sting<br/> - His high-pitched thoughts, that meaner men should vaunt<br/> +Perchance his boast of Lucrece’ sov’reignty<br> +Suggested this proud issue of a king;<br> +For by our ears our hearts oft tainted be.<br> +Perchance that envy of so rich a thing,<br> +Braving compare, disdainfully did sting<br> + His high-pitched thoughts, that meaner men should vaunt<br> That golden hap which their superiors want. </p> <p class="drama"> -But some untimely thought did instigate<br/> -His all-too-timeless speed, if none of those;<br/> -His honour, his affairs, his friends, his state,<br/> -Neglected all, with swift intent he goes<br/> -To quench the coal which in his liver glows.<br/> - O rash false heat, wrapped in repentant cold,<br/> +But some untimely thought did instigate<br> +His all-too-timeless speed, if none of those;<br> +His honour, his affairs, his friends, his state,<br> +Neglected all, with swift intent he goes<br> +To quench the coal which in his liver glows.<br> + O rash false heat, wrapped in repentant cold,<br> Thy hasty spring still blasts and ne’er grows old! </p> <p class="drama"> -When at Collatium this false lord arrived,<br/> -Well was he welcomed by the Roman dame,<br/> -Within whose face beauty and virtue strived<br/> -Which of them both should underprop her fame.<br/> -When virtue bragged, beauty would blush for shame;<br/> - When beauty boasted blushes, in despite<br/> +When at Collatium this false lord arrived,<br> +Well was he welcomed by the Roman dame,<br> +Within whose face beauty and virtue strived<br> +Which of them both should underprop her fame.<br> +When virtue bragged, beauty would blush for shame;<br> + When beauty boasted blushes, in despite<br> Virtue would stain that o’er with silver white. </p> <p class="drama"> -But beauty, in that white intituled<br/> -From Venus’ doves, doth challenge that fair field.<br/> -Then virtue claims from beauty beauty’s red,<br/> -Which virtue gave the golden age to gild<br/> -Their silver cheeks, and called it then their shield;<br/> - Teaching them thus to use it in the fight,<br/> +But beauty, in that white intituled<br> +From Venus’ doves, doth challenge that fair field.<br> +Then virtue claims from beauty beauty’s red,<br> +Which virtue gave the golden age to gild<br> +Their silver cheeks, and called it then their shield;<br> + Teaching them thus to use it in the fight,<br> When shame assailed, the red should fence the white. </p> <p class="drama"> -This heraldry in Lucrece’ face was seen,<br/> -Argued by beauty’s red and virtue’s white.<br/> -Of either’s colour was the other queen,<br/> -Proving from world’s minority their right.<br/> -Yet their ambition makes them still to fight;<br/> - The sovereignty of either being so great,<br/> +This heraldry in Lucrece’ face was seen,<br> +Argued by beauty’s red and virtue’s white.<br> +Of either’s colour was the other queen,<br> +Proving from world’s minority their right.<br> +Yet their ambition makes them still to fight;<br> + The sovereignty of either being so great,<br> That oft they interchange each other’s seat. </p> <p class="drama"> -Their silent war of lilies and of roses,<br/> -Which Tarquin viewed in her fair face’s field,<br/> -In their pure ranks his traitor eye encloses;<br/> -Where, lest between them both it should be killed,<br/> -The coward captive vanquished doth yield<br/> - To those two armies that would let him go<br/> +Their silent war of lilies and of roses,<br> +Which Tarquin viewed in her fair face’s field,<br> +In their pure ranks his traitor eye encloses;<br> +Where, lest between them both it should be killed,<br> +The coward captive vanquished doth yield<br> + To those two armies that would let him go<br> Rather than triumph in so false a foe. </p> <p class="drama"> -Now thinks he that her husband’s shallow tongue,<br/> -The niggard prodigal that praised her so,<br/> -In that high task hath done her beauty wrong,<br/> -Which far exceeds his barren skill to show.<br/> -Therefore that praise which Collatine doth owe<br/> - Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise,<br/> +Now thinks he that her husband’s shallow tongue,<br> +The niggard prodigal that praised her so,<br> +In that high task hath done her beauty wrong,<br> +Which far exceeds his barren skill to show.<br> +Therefore that praise which Collatine doth owe<br> + Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise,<br> In silent wonder of still-gazing eyes. </p> <p class="drama"> -This earthly saint, adored by this devil,<br/> -Little suspecteth the false worshipper;<br/> -For unstained thoughts do seldom dream on evil;<br/> -Birds never limed no secret bushes fear.<br/> -So guiltless she securely gives good cheer<br/> - And reverend welcome to her princely guest,<br/> +This earthly saint, adored by this devil,<br> +Little suspecteth the false worshipper;<br> +For unstained thoughts do seldom dream on evil;<br> +Birds never limed no secret bushes fear.<br> +So guiltless she securely gives good cheer<br> + And reverend welcome to her princely guest,<br> Whose inward ill no outward harm expressed. </p> <p class="drama"> -For that he coloured with his high estate,<br/> -Hiding base sin in pleats of majesty,<br/> -That nothing in him seemed inordinate,<br/> -Save sometime too much wonder of his eye,<br/> -Which, having all, all could not satisfy;<br/> - But, poorly rich, so wanteth in his store<br/> +For that he coloured with his high estate,<br> +Hiding base sin in pleats of majesty,<br> +That nothing in him seemed inordinate,<br> +Save sometime too much wonder of his eye,<br> +Which, having all, all could not satisfy;<br> + But, poorly rich, so wanteth in his store<br> That, cloyed with much, he pineth still for more. </p> <p class="drama"> -But she, that never coped with stranger eyes,<br/> -Could pick no meaning from their parling looks,<br/> -Nor read the subtle shining secrecies<br/> -Writ in the glassy margents of such books;<br/> -She touched no unknown baits, nor feared no hooks,<br/> - Nor could she moralize his wanton sight,<br/> +But she, that never coped with stranger eyes,<br> +Could pick no meaning from their parling looks,<br> +Nor read the subtle shining secrecies<br> +Writ in the glassy margents of such books;<br> +She touched no unknown baits, nor feared no hooks,<br> + Nor could she moralize his wanton sight,<br> More than his eyes were opened to the light. </p> <p class="drama"> -He stories to her ears her husband’s fame,<br/> -Won in the fields of fruitful Italy;<br/> -And decks with praises Collatine’s high name,<br/> -Made glorious by his manly chivalry<br/> -With bruised arms and wreaths of victory.<br/> - Her joy with heaved-up hand she doth express,<br/> +He stories to her ears her husband’s fame,<br> +Won in the fields of fruitful Italy;<br> +And decks with praises Collatine’s high name,<br> +Made glorious by his manly chivalry<br> +With bruised arms and wreaths of victory.<br> + Her joy with heaved-up hand she doth express,<br> And, wordless, so greets heaven for his success. </p> <p class="drama"> -Far from the purpose of his coming thither,<br/> -He makes excuses for his being there.<br/> -No cloudy show of stormy blust’ring weather<br/> -Doth yet in his fair welkin once appear,<br/> -Till sable Night, mother of dread and fear,<br/> - Upon the world dim darkness doth display,<br/> +Far from the purpose of his coming thither,<br> +He makes excuses for his being there.<br> +No cloudy show of stormy blust’ring weather<br> +Doth yet in his fair welkin once appear,<br> +Till sable Night, mother of dread and fear,<br> + Upon the world dim darkness doth display,<br> And in her vaulty prison stows the day. </p> <p class="drama"> -For then is Tarquin brought unto his bed,<br/> -Intending weariness with heavy sprite;<br/> -For after supper long he questioned<br/> -With modest Lucrece, and wore out the night.<br/> -Now leaden slumber with life’s strength doth fight,<br/> - And every one to rest themselves betake,<br/> +For then is Tarquin brought unto his bed,<br> +Intending weariness with heavy sprite;<br> +For after supper long he questioned<br> +With modest Lucrece, and wore out the night.<br> +Now leaden slumber with life’s strength doth fight,<br> + And every one to rest themselves betake,<br> Save thieves and cares and troubled minds that wake. </p> <p class="drama"> -As one of which doth Tarquin lie revolving<br/> -The sundry dangers of his will’s obtaining,<br/> -Yet ever to obtain his will resolving,<br/> -Though weak-built hopes persuade him to abstaining.<br/> -Despair to gain doth traffic oft for gaining,<br/> - And when great treasure is the meed proposed,<br/> +As one of which doth Tarquin lie revolving<br> +The sundry dangers of his will’s obtaining,<br> +Yet ever to obtain his will resolving,<br> +Though weak-built hopes persuade him to abstaining.<br> +Despair to gain doth traffic oft for gaining,<br> + And when great treasure is the meed proposed,<br> Though death be adjunct, there’s no death supposed. </p> <p class="drama"> -Those that much covet are with gain so fond<br/> -For what they have not, that which they possess<br/> -They scatter and unloose it from their bond;<br/> -And so, by hoping more, they have but less,<br/> -Or, gaining more, the profit of excess<br/> - Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain,<br/> +Those that much covet are with gain so fond<br> +For what they have not, that which they possess<br> +They scatter and unloose it from their bond;<br> +And so, by hoping more, they have but less,<br> +Or, gaining more, the profit of excess<br> + Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain,<br> That they prove bankrout in this poor-rich gain. </p> <p class="drama"> -The aim of all is but to nurse the life<br/> -With honour, wealth, and ease, in waning age;<br/> -And in this aim there is such thwarting strife<br/> -That one for all or all for one we gage:<br/> -As life for honour in fell battle’s rage,<br/> - Honour for wealth; and oft that wealth doth cost<br/> +The aim of all is but to nurse the life<br> +With honour, wealth, and ease, in waning age;<br> +And in this aim there is such thwarting strife<br> +That one for all or all for one we gage:<br> +As life for honour in fell battle’s rage,<br> + Honour for wealth; and oft that wealth doth cost<br> The death of all, and all together lost. </p> <p class="drama"> -So that in vent’ring ill we leave to be<br/> -The things we are, for that which we expect;<br/> -And this ambitious foul infirmity,<br/> -In having much, torments us with defect<br/> -Of that we have. So then we do neglect<br/> - The thing we have, and, all for want of wit,<br/> +So that in vent’ring ill we leave to be<br> +The things we are, for that which we expect;<br> +And this ambitious foul infirmity,<br> +In having much, torments us with defect<br> +Of that we have. So then we do neglect<br> + The thing we have, and, all for want of wit,<br> Make something nothing by augmenting it. </p> <p class="drama"> -Such hazard now must doting Tarquin make,<br/> -Pawning his honour to obtain his lust;<br/> -And for himself himself he must forsake.<br/> -Then where is truth, if there be no self-trust?<br/> -When shall he think to find a stranger just,<br/> - When he himself himself confounds, betrays<br/> +Such hazard now must doting Tarquin make,<br> +Pawning his honour to obtain his lust;<br> +And for himself himself he must forsake.<br> +Then where is truth, if there be no self-trust?<br> +When shall he think to find a stranger just,<br> + When he himself himself confounds, betrays<br> To sland’rous tongues and wretched hateful days? </p> <p class="drama"> -Now stole upon the time the dead of night,<br/> -When heavy sleep had closed up mortal eyes.<br/> -No comfortable star did lend his light,<br/> -No noise but owls’ and wolves’ death-boding cries;<br/> -Now serves the season that they may surprise<br/> - The silly lambs. Pure thoughts are dead and still,<br/> +Now stole upon the time the dead of night,<br> +When heavy sleep had closed up mortal eyes.<br> +No comfortable star did lend his light,<br> +No noise but owls’ and wolves’ death-boding cries;<br> +Now serves the season that they may surprise<br> + The silly lambs. Pure thoughts are dead and still,<br> While lust and murder wake to stain and kill. </p> <p class="drama"> -And now this lustful lord leaped from his bed,<br/> -Throwing his mantle rudely o’er his arm;<br/> -Is madly tossed between desire and dread;<br/> -Th’ one sweetly flatters, th’ other feareth harm.<br/> -But honest fear, bewitched with lust’s foul charm,<br/> - Doth too too oft betake him to retire,<br/> +And now this lustful lord leaped from his bed,<br> +Throwing his mantle rudely o’er his arm;<br> +Is madly tossed between desire and dread;<br> +Th’ one sweetly flatters, th’ other feareth harm.<br> +But honest fear, bewitched with lust’s foul charm,<br> + Doth too too oft betake him to retire,<br> Beaten away by brain-sick rude desire. </p> <p class="drama"> -His falchion on a flint he softly smiteth,<br/> -That from the cold stone sparks of fire do fly;<br/> -Whereat a waxen torch forthwith he lighteth,<br/> -Which must be lodestar to his lustful eye,<br/> -And to the flame thus speaks advisedly:<br/> - “As from this cold flint I enforced this fire,<br/> +His falchion on a flint he softly smiteth,<br> +That from the cold stone sparks of fire do fly;<br> +Whereat a waxen torch forthwith he lighteth,<br> +Which must be lodestar to his lustful eye,<br> +And to the flame thus speaks advisedly:<br> + “As from this cold flint I enforced this fire,<br> So Lucrece must I force to my desire.” </p> <p class="drama"> -Here pale with fear he doth premeditate<br/> -The dangers of his loathsome enterprise,<br/> -And in his inward mind he doth debate<br/> -What following sorrow may on this arise.<br/> -Then looking scornfully, he doth despise<br/> - His naked armour of still-slaughtered lust,<br/> +Here pale with fear he doth premeditate<br> +The dangers of his loathsome enterprise,<br> +And in his inward mind he doth debate<br> +What following sorrow may on this arise.<br> +Then looking scornfully, he doth despise<br> + His naked armour of still-slaughtered lust,<br> And justly thus controls his thoughts unjust: </p> <p class="drama"> -“Fair torch, burn out thy light, and lend it not<br/> -To darken her whose light excelleth thine.<br/> -And die, unhallowed thoughts, before you blot<br/> -With your uncleanness that which is divine.<br/> -Offer pure incense to so pure a shrine.<br/> - Let fair humanity abhor the deed<br/> +“Fair torch, burn out thy light, and lend it not<br> +To darken her whose light excelleth thine.<br> +And die, unhallowed thoughts, before you blot<br> +With your uncleanness that which is divine.<br> +Offer pure incense to so pure a shrine.<br> + Let fair humanity abhor the deed<br> That spots and stains love’s modest snow-white weed. </p> <p class="drama"> -“O shame to knighthood and to shining arms!<br/> -O foul dishonour to my household’s grave!<br/> -O impious act including all foul harms!<br/> -A martial man to be soft fancy’s slave!<br/> -True valour still a true respect should have.<br/> - Then my digression is so vile, so base,<br/> +“O shame to knighthood and to shining arms!<br> +O foul dishonour to my household’s grave!<br> +O impious act including all foul harms!<br> +A martial man to be soft fancy’s slave!<br> +True valour still a true respect should have.<br> + Then my digression is so vile, so base,<br> That it will live engraven in my face. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Yea, though I die, the scandal will survive<br/> -And be an eye-sore in my golden coat;<br/> -Some loathsome dash the herald will contrive,<br/> -To cipher me how fondly I did dote,<br/> -That my posterity, shamed with the note,<br/> - Shall curse my bones, and hold it for no sin<br/> +“Yea, though I die, the scandal will survive<br> +And be an eye-sore in my golden coat;<br> +Some loathsome dash the herald will contrive,<br> +To cipher me how fondly I did dote,<br> +That my posterity, shamed with the note,<br> + Shall curse my bones, and hold it for no sin<br> To wish that I their father had not been. </p> <p class="drama"> -“What win I if I gain the thing I seek?<br/> -A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.<br/> -Who buys a minute’s mirth to wail a week,<br/> -Or sells eternity to get a toy?<br/> -For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?<br/> - Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown,<br/> +“What win I if I gain the thing I seek?<br> +A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.<br> +Who buys a minute’s mirth to wail a week,<br> +Or sells eternity to get a toy?<br> +For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?<br> + Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown,<br> Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down? </p> <p class="drama"> -“If Collatinus dream of my intent,<br/> -Will he not wake, and in a desp’rate rage<br/> -Post hither, this vile purpose to prevent?—<br/> -This siege that hath engirt his marriage,<br/> -This blur to youth, this sorrow to the sage,<br/> - This dying virtue, this surviving shame,<br/> +“If Collatinus dream of my intent,<br> +Will he not wake, and in a desp’rate rage<br> +Post hither, this vile purpose to prevent?—<br> +This siege that hath engirt his marriage,<br> +This blur to youth, this sorrow to the sage,<br> + This dying virtue, this surviving shame,<br> Whose crime will bear an ever-during blame? </p> <p class="drama"> -“O, what excuse can my invention make<br/> -When thou shalt charge me with so black a deed?<br/> -Will not my tongue be mute, my frail joints shake,<br/> -Mine eyes forgo their light, my false heart bleed?<br/> -The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed;<br/> - And extreme fear can neither fight nor fly,<br/> +“O, what excuse can my invention make<br> +When thou shalt charge me with so black a deed?<br> +Will not my tongue be mute, my frail joints shake,<br> +Mine eyes forgo their light, my false heart bleed?<br> +The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed;<br> + And extreme fear can neither fight nor fly,<br> But coward-like with trembling terror die. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Had Collatinus killed my son or sire,<br/> -Or lain in ambush to betray my life,<br/> -Or were he not my dear friend, this desire<br/> -Might have excuse to work upon his wife,<br/> -As in revenge or quittal of such strife;<br/> - But as he is my kinsman, my dear friend,<br/> +“Had Collatinus killed my son or sire,<br> +Or lain in ambush to betray my life,<br> +Or were he not my dear friend, this desire<br> +Might have excuse to work upon his wife,<br> +As in revenge or quittal of such strife;<br> + But as he is my kinsman, my dear friend,<br> The shame and fault finds no excuse nor end. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Shameful it is; ay, if the fact be known.<br/> -Hateful it is, there is no hate in loving.<br/> -I’ll beg her love. But she is not her own.<br/> -The worst is but denial and reproving.<br/> -My will is strong, past reason’s weak removing.<br/> - Who fears a sentence or an old man’s saw<br/> +“Shameful it is; ay, if the fact be known.<br> +Hateful it is, there is no hate in loving.<br> +I’ll beg her love. But she is not her own.<br> +The worst is but denial and reproving.<br> +My will is strong, past reason’s weak removing.<br> + Who fears a sentence or an old man’s saw<br> Shall by a painted cloth be kept in awe.” </p> <p class="drama"> -Thus, graceless, holds he disputation<br/> -’Tween frozen conscience and hot-burning will,<br/> -And with good thoughts makes dispensation,<br/> -Urging the worser sense for vantage still;<br/> -Which in a moment doth confound and kill<br/> - All pure effects, and doth so far proceed<br/> +Thus, graceless, holds he disputation<br> +’Tween frozen conscience and hot-burning will,<br> +And with good thoughts makes dispensation,<br> +Urging the worser sense for vantage still;<br> +Which in a moment doth confound and kill<br> + All pure effects, and doth so far proceed<br> That what is vile shows like a virtuous deed. </p> <p class="drama"> -Quoth he, “She took me kindly by the hand,<br/> -And gazed for tidings in my eager eyes,<br/> -Fearing some hard news from the warlike band<br/> -Where her beloved Collatinus lies.<br/> -O how her fear did make her colour rise!<br/> - First red as roses that on lawn we lay,<br/> +Quoth he, “She took me kindly by the hand,<br> +And gazed for tidings in my eager eyes,<br> +Fearing some hard news from the warlike band<br> +Where her beloved Collatinus lies.<br> +O how her fear did make her colour rise!<br> + First red as roses that on lawn we lay,<br> Then white as lawn, the roses took away. </p> <p class="drama"> -“And how her hand, in my hand being locked,<br/> -Forced it to tremble with her loyal fear,<br/> -Which struck her sad, and then it faster rocked,<br/> -Until her husband’s welfare she did hear;<br/> -Whereat she smiled with so sweet a cheer<br/> - That had Narcissus seen her as she stood,<br/> +“And how her hand, in my hand being locked,<br> +Forced it to tremble with her loyal fear,<br> +Which struck her sad, and then it faster rocked,<br> +Until her husband’s welfare she did hear;<br> +Whereat she smiled with so sweet a cheer<br> + That had Narcissus seen her as she stood,<br> Self-love had never drowned him in the flood. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Why hunt I then for colour or excuses?<br/> -All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth.<br/> -Poor wretches have remorse in poor abuses;<br/> -Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth.<br/> -Affection is my captain, and he leadeth;<br/> - And when his gaudy banner is displayed,<br/> +“Why hunt I then for colour or excuses?<br> +All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth.<br> +Poor wretches have remorse in poor abuses;<br> +Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth.<br> +Affection is my captain, and he leadeth;<br> + And when his gaudy banner is displayed,<br> The coward fights and will not be dismayed. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Then, childish fear, avaunt! Debating, die!<br/> -Respect and reason wait on wrinkled age!<br/> -My heart shall never countermand mine eye.<br/> -Sad pause and deep regard beseems the sage;<br/> -My part is youth, and beats these from the stage.<br/> - Desire my pilot is, beauty my prize;<br/> +“Then, childish fear, avaunt! Debating, die!<br> +Respect and reason wait on wrinkled age!<br> +My heart shall never countermand mine eye.<br> +Sad pause and deep regard beseems the sage;<br> +My part is youth, and beats these from the stage.<br> + Desire my pilot is, beauty my prize;<br> Then who fears sinking where such treasure lies?” </p> <p class="drama"> -As corn o’ergrown by weeds, so heedful fear<br/> -Is almost choked by unresisted lust.<br/> -Away he steals with opening, list’ning ear,<br/> -Full of foul hope, and full of fond mistrust;<br/> -Both which, as servitors to the unjust,<br/> - So cross him with their opposite persuasion<br/> +As corn o’ergrown by weeds, so heedful fear<br> +Is almost choked by unresisted lust.<br> +Away he steals with opening, list’ning ear,<br> +Full of foul hope, and full of fond mistrust;<br> +Both which, as servitors to the unjust,<br> + So cross him with their opposite persuasion<br> That now he vows a league, and now invasion. </p> <p class="drama"> -Within his thought her heavenly image sits,<br/> -And in the self-same seat sits Collatine.<br/> -That eye which looks on her confounds his wits;<br/> -That eye which him beholds, as more divine,<br/> -Unto a view so false will not incline,<br/> - But with a pure appeal seeks to the heart,<br/> +Within his thought her heavenly image sits,<br> +And in the self-same seat sits Collatine.<br> +That eye which looks on her confounds his wits;<br> +That eye which him beholds, as more divine,<br> +Unto a view so false will not incline,<br> + But with a pure appeal seeks to the heart,<br> Which once corrupted takes the worser part; </p> <p class="drama"> -And therein heartens up his servile powers,<br/> -Who, flattered by their leader’s jocund show,<br/> -Stuff up his lust, as minutes fill up hours;<br/> -And as their captain, so their pride doth grow,<br/> -Paying more slavish tribute than they owe.<br/> - By reprobate desire thus madly led,<br/> +And therein heartens up his servile powers,<br> +Who, flattered by their leader’s jocund show,<br> +Stuff up his lust, as minutes fill up hours;<br> +And as their captain, so their pride doth grow,<br> +Paying more slavish tribute than they owe.<br> + By reprobate desire thus madly led,<br> The Roman lord marcheth to Lucrece’ bed. </p> <p class="drama"> -The locks between her chamber and his will,<br/> -Each one by him enforced, retires his ward;<br/> -But, as they open, they all rate his ill,<br/> -Which drives the creeping thief to some regard.<br/> -The threshold grates the door to have him heard;<br/> - Night-wand’ring weasels shriek to see him there;<br/> +The locks between her chamber and his will,<br> +Each one by him enforced, retires his ward;<br> +But, as they open, they all rate his ill,<br> +Which drives the creeping thief to some regard.<br> +The threshold grates the door to have him heard;<br> + Night-wand’ring weasels shriek to see him there;<br> They fright him, yet he still pursues his fear. </p> <p class="drama"> -As each unwilling portal yields him way,<br/> -Through little vents and crannies of the place<br/> -The wind wars with his torch, to make him stay,<br/> -And blows the smoke of it into his face,<br/> -Extinguishing his conduct in this case;<br/> - But his hot heart, which fond desire doth scorch,<br/> +As each unwilling portal yields him way,<br> +Through little vents and crannies of the place<br> +The wind wars with his torch, to make him stay,<br> +And blows the smoke of it into his face,<br> +Extinguishing his conduct in this case;<br> + But his hot heart, which fond desire doth scorch,<br> Puffs forth another wind that fires the torch. </p> <p class="drama"> -And being lighted, by the light he spies<br/> -Lucretia’s glove, wherein her needle sticks;<br/> -He takes it from the rushes where it lies,<br/> -And griping it, the needle his finger pricks,<br/> -As who should say, “This glove to wanton tricks<br/> - Is not inured. Return again in haste;<br/> +And being lighted, by the light he spies<br> +Lucretia’s glove, wherein her needle sticks;<br> +He takes it from the rushes where it lies,<br> +And griping it, the needle his finger pricks,<br> +As who should say, “This glove to wanton tricks<br> + Is not inured. Return again in haste;<br> Thou seest our mistress’ ornaments are chaste.” </p> <p class="drama"> -But all these poor forbiddings could not stay him;<br/> -He in the worst sense construes their denial.<br/> -The doors, the wind, the glove that did delay him,<br/> -He takes for accidental things of trial;<br/> -Or as those bars which stop the hourly dial,<br/> - Who with a ling’ring stay his course doth let,<br/> +But all these poor forbiddings could not stay him;<br> +He in the worst sense construes their denial.<br> +The doors, the wind, the glove that did delay him,<br> +He takes for accidental things of trial;<br> +Or as those bars which stop the hourly dial,<br> + Who with a ling’ring stay his course doth let,<br> Till every minute pays the hour his debt. </p> <p class="drama"> -“So, so,” quoth he, “these lets attend the time,<br/> -Like little frosts that sometime threat the spring,<br/> -To add a more rejoicing to the prime,<br/> -And give the sneaped birds more cause to sing.<br/> -Pain pays the income of each precious thing:<br/> - Huge rocks, high winds, strong pirates, shelves and sands<br/> +“So, so,” quoth he, “these lets attend the time,<br> +Like little frosts that sometime threat the spring,<br> +To add a more rejoicing to the prime,<br> +And give the sneaped birds more cause to sing.<br> +Pain pays the income of each precious thing:<br> + Huge rocks, high winds, strong pirates, shelves and sands<br> The merchant fears, ere rich at home he lands.” </p> <p class="drama"> -Now is he come unto the chamber door<br/> -That shuts him from the heaven of his thought,<br/> -Which with a yielding latch, and with no more,<br/> -Hath barred him from the blessed thing he sought.<br/> -So from himself impiety hath wrought,<br/> - That for his prey to pray he doth begin,<br/> +Now is he come unto the chamber door<br> +That shuts him from the heaven of his thought,<br> +Which with a yielding latch, and with no more,<br> +Hath barred him from the blessed thing he sought.<br> +So from himself impiety hath wrought,<br> + That for his prey to pray he doth begin,<br> As if the heavens should countenance his sin. </p> <p class="drama"> -But in the midst of his unfruitful prayer,<br/> -Having solicited th’ eternal power<br/> -That his foul thoughts might compass his fair fair,<br/> -And they would stand auspicious to the hour,<br/> -Even there he starts. Quoth he, “I must deflower.<br/> - The powers to whom I pray abhor this fact,<br/> +But in the midst of his unfruitful prayer,<br> +Having solicited th’ eternal power<br> +That his foul thoughts might compass his fair fair,<br> +And they would stand auspicious to the hour,<br> +Even there he starts. Quoth he, “I must deflower.<br> + The powers to whom I pray abhor this fact,<br> How can they then assist me in the act? </p> <p class="drama"> -“Then Love and Fortune be my gods, my guide!<br/> -My will is backed with resolution.<br/> -Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried;<br/> -The blackest sin is cleared with absolution.<br/> -Against love’s fire fear’s frost hath dissolution.<br/> - The eye of heaven is out, and misty night<br/> +“Then Love and Fortune be my gods, my guide!<br> +My will is backed with resolution.<br> +Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried;<br> +The blackest sin is cleared with absolution.<br> +Against love’s fire fear’s frost hath dissolution.<br> + The eye of heaven is out, and misty night<br> Covers the shame that follows sweet delight.” </p> <p class="drama"> -This said, his guilty hand plucked up the latch,<br/> -And with his knee the door he opens wide.<br/> -The dove sleeps fast that this night-owl will catch;<br/> -Thus treason works ere traitors be espied.<br/> -Who sees the lurking serpent steps aside;<br/> - But she, sound sleeping, fearing no such thing,<br/> +This said, his guilty hand plucked up the latch,<br> +And with his knee the door he opens wide.<br> +The dove sleeps fast that this night-owl will catch;<br> +Thus treason works ere traitors be espied.<br> +Who sees the lurking serpent steps aside;<br> + But she, sound sleeping, fearing no such thing,<br> Lies at the mercy of his mortal sting. </p> <p class="drama"> -Into the chamber wickedly he stalks,<br/> -And gazeth on her yet unstained bed.<br/> -The curtains being close, about he walks,<br/> -Rolling his greedy eyeballs in his head.<br/> -By their high treason is his heart misled,<br/> - Which gives the watch-word to his hand full soon<br/> +Into the chamber wickedly he stalks,<br> +And gazeth on her yet unstained bed.<br> +The curtains being close, about he walks,<br> +Rolling his greedy eyeballs in his head.<br> +By their high treason is his heart misled,<br> + Which gives the watch-word to his hand full soon<br> To draw the cloud that hides the silver moon. </p> <p class="drama"> -Look as the fair and fiery-pointed sun,<br/> -Rushing from forth a cloud, bereaves our sight;<br/> -Even so, the curtain drawn, his eyes begun<br/> -To wink, being blinded with a greater light.<br/> -Whether it is that she reflects so bright,<br/> - That dazzleth them, or else some shame supposed;<br/> +Look as the fair and fiery-pointed sun,<br> +Rushing from forth a cloud, bereaves our sight;<br> +Even so, the curtain drawn, his eyes begun<br> +To wink, being blinded with a greater light.<br> +Whether it is that she reflects so bright,<br> + That dazzleth them, or else some shame supposed;<br> But blind they are, and keep themselves enclosed. </p> <p class="drama"> -O, had they in that darksome prison died,<br/> -Then had they seen the period of their ill!<br/> -Then Collatine again by Lucrece’ side<br/> -In his clear bed might have reposed still.<br/> -But they must ope, this blessed league to kill;<br/> - And holy-thoughted Lucrece to their sight<br/> +O, had they in that darksome prison died,<br> +Then had they seen the period of their ill!<br> +Then Collatine again by Lucrece’ side<br> +In his clear bed might have reposed still.<br> +But they must ope, this blessed league to kill;<br> + And holy-thoughted Lucrece to their sight<br> Must sell her joy, her life, her world’s delight. </p> <p class="drama"> -Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,<br/> -Coz’ning the pillow of a lawful kiss;<br/> -Who, therefore angry, seems to part in sunder,<br/> -Swelling on either side to want his bliss;<br/> -Between whose hills her head entombed is,<br/> - Where like a virtuous monument she lies,<br/> +Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,<br> +Coz’ning the pillow of a lawful kiss;<br> +Who, therefore angry, seems to part in sunder,<br> +Swelling on either side to want his bliss;<br> +Between whose hills her head entombed is,<br> + Where like a virtuous monument she lies,<br> To be admired of lewd unhallowed eyes. </p> <p class="drama"> -Without the bed her other fair hand was,<br/> -On the green coverlet; whose perfect white<br/> -Showed like an April daisy on the grass,<br/> -With pearly sweat resembling dew of night.<br/> -Her eyes, like marigolds, had sheathed their light,<br/> - And canopied in darkness sweetly lay,<br/> +Without the bed her other fair hand was,<br> +On the green coverlet; whose perfect white<br> +Showed like an April daisy on the grass,<br> +With pearly sweat resembling dew of night.<br> +Her eyes, like marigolds, had sheathed their light,<br> + And canopied in darkness sweetly lay,<br> Till they might open to adorn the day. </p> <p class="drama"> -Her hair, like golden threads, played with her breath:<br/> -O modest wantons, wanton modesty!<br/> -Showing life’s triumph in the map of death,<br/> -And death’s dim look in life’s mortality.<br/> -Each in her sleep themselves so beautify,<br/> - As if between them twain there were no strife,<br/> +Her hair, like golden threads, played with her breath:<br> +O modest wantons, wanton modesty!<br> +Showing life’s triumph in the map of death,<br> +And death’s dim look in life’s mortality.<br> +Each in her sleep themselves so beautify,<br> + As if between them twain there were no strife,<br> But that life lived in death and death in life. </p> <p class="drama"> -Her breasts like ivory globes circled with blue,<br/> -A pair of maiden worlds unconquered,<br/> -Save of their lord no bearing yoke they knew,<br/> -And him by oath they truly honoured.<br/> -These worlds in Tarquin new ambition bred;<br/> - Who, like a foul usurper, went about<br/> +Her breasts like ivory globes circled with blue,<br> +A pair of maiden worlds unconquered,<br> +Save of their lord no bearing yoke they knew,<br> +And him by oath they truly honoured.<br> +These worlds in Tarquin new ambition bred;<br> + Who, like a foul usurper, went about<br> From this fair throne to heave the owner out. </p> <p class="drama"> -What could he see but mightily he noted?<br/> -What did he note but strongly he desired?<br/> -What he beheld, on that he firmly doted,<br/> -And in his will his wilful eye he tired.<br/> -With more than admiration he admired<br/> - Her azure veins, her alabaster skin,<br/> +What could he see but mightily he noted?<br> +What did he note but strongly he desired?<br> +What he beheld, on that he firmly doted,<br> +And in his will his wilful eye he tired.<br> +With more than admiration he admired<br> + Her azure veins, her alabaster skin,<br> Her coral lips, her snow-white dimpled chin. </p> <p class="drama"> -As the grim lion fawneth o’er his prey,<br/> -Sharp hunger by the conquest satisfied,<br/> -So o’er this sleeping soul doth Tarquin stay,<br/> -His rage of lust by grazing qualified—<br/> -Slaked, not suppressed; for standing by her side,<br/> - His eye, which late this mutiny restrains,<br/> +As the grim lion fawneth o’er his prey,<br> +Sharp hunger by the conquest satisfied,<br> +So o’er this sleeping soul doth Tarquin stay,<br> +His rage of lust by grazing qualified—<br> +Slaked, not suppressed; for standing by her side,<br> + His eye, which late this mutiny restrains,<br> Unto a greater uproar tempts his veins. </p> <p class="drama"> -And they, like straggling slaves for pillage fighting,<br/> -Obdurate vassals fell exploits effecting,<br/> -In bloody death and ravishment delighting,<br/> -Nor children’s tears nor mothers’ groans respecting,<br/> -Swell in their pride, the onset still expecting.<br/> - Anon his beating heart, alarum striking,<br/> +And they, like straggling slaves for pillage fighting,<br> +Obdurate vassals fell exploits effecting,<br> +In bloody death and ravishment delighting,<br> +Nor children’s tears nor mothers’ groans respecting,<br> +Swell in their pride, the onset still expecting.<br> + Anon his beating heart, alarum striking,<br> Gives the hot charge and bids them do their liking. </p> <p class="drama"> -His drumming heart cheers up his burning eye,<br/> -His eye commends the leading to his hand;<br/> -His hand, as proud of such a dignity,<br/> -Smoking with pride, marched on to make his stand<br/> -On her bare breast, the heart of all her land;<br/> - Whose ranks of blue veins, as his hand did scale,<br/> +His drumming heart cheers up his burning eye,<br> +His eye commends the leading to his hand;<br> +His hand, as proud of such a dignity,<br> +Smoking with pride, marched on to make his stand<br> +On her bare breast, the heart of all her land;<br> + Whose ranks of blue veins, as his hand did scale,<br> Left their round turrets destitute and pale. </p> <p class="drama"> -They, must’ring to the quiet cabinet<br/> -Where their dear governess and lady lies,<br/> -Do tell her she is dreadfully beset,<br/> -And fright her with confusion of their cries.<br/> -She, much amazed, breaks ope her locked-up eyes,<br/> - Who, peeping forth this tumult to behold,<br/> +They, must’ring to the quiet cabinet<br> +Where their dear governess and lady lies,<br> +Do tell her she is dreadfully beset,<br> +And fright her with confusion of their cries.<br> +She, much amazed, breaks ope her locked-up eyes,<br> + Who, peeping forth this tumult to behold,<br> Are by his flaming torch dimmed and controlled. </p> <p class="drama"> -Imagine her as one in dead of night<br/> -From forth dull sleep by dreadful fancy waking,<br/> -That thinks she hath beheld some ghastly sprite,<br/> -Whose grim aspect sets every joint a shaking.<br/> -What terror ’tis! but she, in worser taking,<br/> - From sleep disturbed, heedfully doth view<br/> +Imagine her as one in dead of night<br> +From forth dull sleep by dreadful fancy waking,<br> +That thinks she hath beheld some ghastly sprite,<br> +Whose grim aspect sets every joint a shaking.<br> +What terror ’tis! but she, in worser taking,<br> + From sleep disturbed, heedfully doth view<br> The sight which makes supposed terror true. </p> <p class="drama"> -Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears,<br/> -Like to a new-killed bird she trembling lies.<br/> -She dares not look; yet, winking, there appears<br/> -Quick-shifting antics, ugly in her eyes.<br/> -Such shadows are the weak brain’s forgeries;<br/> - Who, angry that the eyes fly from their lights,<br/> +Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears,<br> +Like to a new-killed bird she trembling lies.<br> +She dares not look; yet, winking, there appears<br> +Quick-shifting antics, ugly in her eyes.<br> +Such shadows are the weak brain’s forgeries;<br> + Who, angry that the eyes fly from their lights,<br> In darkness daunts them with more dreadful sights. </p> <p class="drama"> -His hand, that yet remains upon her breast,<br/> -Rude ram, to batter such an ivory wall!<br/> -May feel her heart, poor citizen, distressed,<br/> -Wounding itself to death, rise up and fall,<br/> -Beating her bulk, that his hand shakes withal.<br/> - This moves in him more rage, and lesser pity,<br/> +His hand, that yet remains upon her breast,<br> +Rude ram, to batter such an ivory wall!<br> +May feel her heart, poor citizen, distressed,<br> +Wounding itself to death, rise up and fall,<br> +Beating her bulk, that his hand shakes withal.<br> + This moves in him more rage, and lesser pity,<br> To make the breach and enter this sweet city. </p> <p class="drama"> -First, like a trumpet doth his tongue begin<br/> -To sound a parley to his heartless foe,<br/> -Who o’er the white sheet peers her whiter chin,<br/> -The reason of this rash alarm to know,<br/> -Which he by dumb demeanour seeks to show;<br/> - But she with vehement prayers urgeth still<br/> +First, like a trumpet doth his tongue begin<br> +To sound a parley to his heartless foe,<br> +Who o’er the white sheet peers her whiter chin,<br> +The reason of this rash alarm to know,<br> +Which he by dumb demeanour seeks to show;<br> + But she with vehement prayers urgeth still<br> Under what colour he commits this ill. </p> <p class="drama"> -Thus he replies: “The colour in thy face,<br/> -That even for anger makes the lily pale,<br/> -And the red rose blush at her own disgrace,<br/> -Shall plead for me and tell my loving tale.<br/> -Under that colour am I come to scale<br/> - Thy never-conquered fort; the fault is thine,<br/> +Thus he replies: “The colour in thy face,<br> +That even for anger makes the lily pale,<br> +And the red rose blush at her own disgrace,<br> +Shall plead for me and tell my loving tale.<br> +Under that colour am I come to scale<br> + Thy never-conquered fort; the fault is thine,<br> For those thine eyes betray thee unto mine. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Thus I forestall thee, if thou mean to chide:<br/> -Thy beauty hath ensnared thee to this night,<br/> -Where thou with patience must my will abide,<br/> -My will that marks thee for my earth’s delight,<br/> -Which I to conquer sought with all my might.<br/> - But as reproof and reason beat it dead,<br/> +“Thus I forestall thee, if thou mean to chide:<br> +Thy beauty hath ensnared thee to this night,<br> +Where thou with patience must my will abide,<br> +My will that marks thee for my earth’s delight,<br> +Which I to conquer sought with all my might.<br> + But as reproof and reason beat it dead,<br> By thy bright beauty was it newly bred. </p> <p class="drama"> -“I see what crosses my attempt will bring;<br/> -I know what thorns the growing rose defends;<br/> -I think the honey guarded with a sting;<br/> -All this beforehand counsel comprehends.<br/> -But will is deaf, and hears no heedful friends;<br/> - Only he hath an eye to gaze on beauty,<br/> +“I see what crosses my attempt will bring;<br> +I know what thorns the growing rose defends;<br> +I think the honey guarded with a sting;<br> +All this beforehand counsel comprehends.<br> +But will is deaf, and hears no heedful friends;<br> + Only he hath an eye to gaze on beauty,<br> And dotes on what he looks, ’gainst law or duty. </p> <p class="drama"> -“I have debated, even in my soul,<br/> -What wrong, what shame, what sorrow I shall breed;<br/> -But nothing can affection’s course control,<br/> -Or stop the headlong fury of his speed.<br/> -I know repentant tears ensue the deed,<br/> - Reproach, disdain, and deadly enmity;<br/> +“I have debated, even in my soul,<br> +What wrong, what shame, what sorrow I shall breed;<br> +But nothing can affection’s course control,<br> +Or stop the headlong fury of his speed.<br> +I know repentant tears ensue the deed,<br> + Reproach, disdain, and deadly enmity;<br> Yet strike I to embrace mine infamy.” </p> <p class="drama"> -This said, he shakes aloft his Roman blade,<br/> -Which, like a falcon tow’ring in the skies,<br/> -Coucheth the fowl below with his wings’ shade,<br/> -Whose crooked beak threats, if he mount he dies.<br/> -So under his insulting falchion lies<br/> - Harmless Lucretia, marking what he tells<br/> +This said, he shakes aloft his Roman blade,<br> +Which, like a falcon tow’ring in the skies,<br> +Coucheth the fowl below with his wings’ shade,<br> +Whose crooked beak threats, if he mount he dies.<br> +So under his insulting falchion lies<br> + Harmless Lucretia, marking what he tells<br> With trembling fear, as fowl hear falcon’s bells. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Lucrece,” quoth he, “this night I must enjoy thee.<br/> -If thou deny, then force must work my way,<br/> -For in thy bed I purpose to destroy thee;<br/> -That done, some worthless slave of thine I’ll slay.<br/> -To kill thine honour with thy life’s decay;<br/> - And in thy dead arms do I mean to place him,<br/> +“Lucrece,” quoth he, “this night I must enjoy thee.<br> +If thou deny, then force must work my way,<br> +For in thy bed I purpose to destroy thee;<br> +That done, some worthless slave of thine I’ll slay.<br> +To kill thine honour with thy life’s decay;<br> + And in thy dead arms do I mean to place him,<br> Swearing I slew him, seeing thee embrace him. </p> <p class="drama"> -“So thy surviving husband shall remain<br/> -The scornful mark of every open eye;<br/> -Thy kinsmen hang their heads at this disdain,<br/> -Thy issue blurred with nameless bastardy.<br/> -And thou, the author of their obloquy,<br/> - Shalt have thy trespass cited up in rhymes<br/> +“So thy surviving husband shall remain<br> +The scornful mark of every open eye;<br> +Thy kinsmen hang their heads at this disdain,<br> +Thy issue blurred with nameless bastardy.<br> +And thou, the author of their obloquy,<br> + Shalt have thy trespass cited up in rhymes<br> And sung by children in succeeding times. </p> <p class="drama"> -“But if thou yield, I rest thy secret friend.<br/> -The fault unknown is as a thought unacted;<br/> -A little harm done to a great good end<br/> -For lawful policy remains enacted.<br/> -The poisonous simple sometimes is compacted<br/> - In a pure compound; being so applied,<br/> +“But if thou yield, I rest thy secret friend.<br> +The fault unknown is as a thought unacted;<br> +A little harm done to a great good end<br> +For lawful policy remains enacted.<br> +The poisonous simple sometimes is compacted<br> + In a pure compound; being so applied,<br> His venom in effect is purified. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Then, for thy husband and thy children’s sake,<br/> -Tender my suit. Bequeath not to their lot<br/> -The shame that from them no device can take,<br/> -The blemish that will never be forgot,<br/> -Worse than a slavish wipe, or birth-hour’s blot:<br/> - For marks descried in men’s nativity<br/> +“Then, for thy husband and thy children’s sake,<br> +Tender my suit. Bequeath not to their lot<br> +The shame that from them no device can take,<br> +The blemish that will never be forgot,<br> +Worse than a slavish wipe, or birth-hour’s blot:<br> + For marks descried in men’s nativity<br> Are nature’s faults, not their own infamy.” </p> <p class="drama"> -Here with a cockatrice’ dead-killing eye<br/> -He rouseth up himself and makes a pause;<br/> -While she, the picture of pure piety,<br/> -Like a white hind under the gripe’s sharp claws,<br/> -Pleads in a wilderness where are no laws,<br/> - To the rough beast that knows no gentle right,<br/> +Here with a cockatrice’ dead-killing eye<br> +He rouseth up himself and makes a pause;<br> +While she, the picture of pure piety,<br> +Like a white hind under the gripe’s sharp claws,<br> +Pleads in a wilderness where are no laws,<br> + To the rough beast that knows no gentle right,<br> Nor aught obeys but his foul appetite. </p> <p class="drama"> -But when a black-faced cloud the world doth threat,<br/> -In his dim mist th’ aspiring mountains hiding,<br/> -From earth’s dark womb some gentle gust doth get,<br/> -Which blows these pitchy vapours from their biding,<br/> -Hind’ring their present fall by this dividing;<br/> - So his unhallowed haste her words delays,<br/> +But when a black-faced cloud the world doth threat,<br> +In his dim mist th’ aspiring mountains hiding,<br> +From earth’s dark womb some gentle gust doth get,<br> +Which blows these pitchy vapours from their biding,<br> +Hind’ring their present fall by this dividing;<br> + So his unhallowed haste her words delays,<br> And moody Pluto winks while Orpheus plays. </p> <p class="drama"> -Yet, foul night-waking cat, he doth but dally,<br/> -While in his hold-fast foot the weak mouse panteth.<br/> -Her sad behaviour feeds his vulture folly,<br/> -A swallowing gulf that even in plenty wanteth.<br/> -His ear her prayers admits, but his heart granteth<br/> - No penetrable entrance to her plaining;<br/> +Yet, foul night-waking cat, he doth but dally,<br> +While in his hold-fast foot the weak mouse panteth.<br> +Her sad behaviour feeds his vulture folly,<br> +A swallowing gulf that even in plenty wanteth.<br> +His ear her prayers admits, but his heart granteth<br> + No penetrable entrance to her plaining;<br> Tears harden lust, though marble wear with raining. </p> <p class="drama"> -Her pity-pleading eyes are sadly fixed<br/> -In the remorseless wrinkles of his face.<br/> -Her modest eloquence with sighs is mixed,<br/> -Which to her oratory adds more grace.<br/> -She puts the period often from his place,<br/> - And midst the sentence so her accent breaks<br/> +Her pity-pleading eyes are sadly fixed<br> +In the remorseless wrinkles of his face.<br> +Her modest eloquence with sighs is mixed,<br> +Which to her oratory adds more grace.<br> +She puts the period often from his place,<br> + And midst the sentence so her accent breaks<br> That twice she doth begin ere once she speaks. </p> <p class="drama"> -She conjures him by high almighty Jove,<br/> -By knighthood, gentry, and sweet friendship’s oath,<br/> -By her untimely tears, her husband’s love,<br/> -By holy human law, and common troth,<br/> -By heaven and earth, and all the power of both,<br/> - That to his borrowed bed he make retire,<br/> +She conjures him by high almighty Jove,<br> +By knighthood, gentry, and sweet friendship’s oath,<br> +By her untimely tears, her husband’s love,<br> +By holy human law, and common troth,<br> +By heaven and earth, and all the power of both,<br> + That to his borrowed bed he make retire,<br> And stoop to honour, not to foul desire. </p> <p class="drama"> -Quoth she, “Reward not hospitality<br/> -With such black payment as thou hast pretended;<br/> -Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee,<br/> -Mar not the thing that cannot be amended.<br/> -End thy ill aim before the shoot be ended;<br/> - He is no woodman that doth bend his bow<br/> +Quoth she, “Reward not hospitality<br> +With such black payment as thou hast pretended;<br> +Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee,<br> +Mar not the thing that cannot be amended.<br> +End thy ill aim before the shoot be ended;<br> + He is no woodman that doth bend his bow<br> To strike a poor unseasonable doe. </p> <p class="drama"> -“My husband is thy friend; for his sake spare me.<br/> -Thyself art mighty; for thine own sake leave me.<br/> -Myself a weakling, do not then ensnare me;<br/> -Thou look’st not like deceit; do not deceive me.<br/> -My sighs, like whirlwinds, labour hence to heave thee.<br/> - If ever man were moved with woman’s moans,<br/> +“My husband is thy friend; for his sake spare me.<br> +Thyself art mighty; for thine own sake leave me.<br> +Myself a weakling, do not then ensnare me;<br> +Thou look’st not like deceit; do not deceive me.<br> +My sighs, like whirlwinds, labour hence to heave thee.<br> + If ever man were moved with woman’s moans,<br> Be moved with my tears, my sighs, my groans. </p> <p class="drama"> -“All which together, like a troubled ocean,<br/> -Beat at thy rocky and wrack-threat’ning heart,<br/> -To soften it with their continual motion;<br/> -For stones dissolved to water do convert.<br/> -O, if no harder than a stone thou art,<br/> - Melt at my tears and be compassionate!<br/> +“All which together, like a troubled ocean,<br> +Beat at thy rocky and wrack-threat’ning heart,<br> +To soften it with their continual motion;<br> +For stones dissolved to water do convert.<br> +O, if no harder than a stone thou art,<br> + Melt at my tears and be compassionate!<br> Soft pity enters at an iron gate. </p> <p class="drama"> -“In Tarquin’s likeness I did entertain thee.<br/> -Hast thou put on his shape to do him shame?<br/> -To all the host of heaven I complain me,<br/> -Thou wrong’st his honour, wound’st his princely name.<br/> -Thou art not what thou seem’st; and if the same,<br/> - Thou seem’st not what thou art, a god, a king;<br/> +“In Tarquin’s likeness I did entertain thee.<br> +Hast thou put on his shape to do him shame?<br> +To all the host of heaven I complain me,<br> +Thou wrong’st his honour, wound’st his princely name.<br> +Thou art not what thou seem’st; and if the same,<br> + Thou seem’st not what thou art, a god, a king;<br> For kings like gods should govern everything. </p> <p class="drama"> -“How will thy shame be seeded in thine age,<br/> -When thus thy vices bud before thy spring?<br/> -If in thy hope thou dar’st do such outrage,<br/> -What dar’st thou not when once thou art a king?<br/> -O, be remembered, no outrageous thing<br/> - From vassal actors can be wiped away;<br/> +“How will thy shame be seeded in thine age,<br> +When thus thy vices bud before thy spring?<br> +If in thy hope thou dar’st do such outrage,<br> +What dar’st thou not when once thou art a king?<br> +O, be remembered, no outrageous thing<br> + From vassal actors can be wiped away;<br> Then kings’ misdeeds cannot be hid in clay. </p> <p class="drama"> -“This deed will make thee only loved for fear,<br/> -But happy monarchs still are feared for love.<br/> -With foul offenders thou perforce must bear,<br/> -When they in thee the like offences prove.<br/> -If but for fear of this, thy will remove,<br/> - For princes are the glass, the school, the book,<br/> +“This deed will make thee only loved for fear,<br> +But happy monarchs still are feared for love.<br> +With foul offenders thou perforce must bear,<br> +When they in thee the like offences prove.<br> +If but for fear of this, thy will remove,<br> + For princes are the glass, the school, the book,<br> Where subjects’ eyes do learn, do read, do look. </p> <p class="drama"> -“And wilt thou be the school where Lust shall learn?<br/> -Must he in thee read lectures of such shame?<br/> -Wilt thou be glass, wherein it shall discern<br/> -Authority for sin, warrant for blame,<br/> -To privilege dishonour in thy name?<br/> - Thou back’st reproach against long-living laud,<br/> +“And wilt thou be the school where Lust shall learn?<br> +Must he in thee read lectures of such shame?<br> +Wilt thou be glass, wherein it shall discern<br> +Authority for sin, warrant for blame,<br> +To privilege dishonour in thy name?<br> + Thou back’st reproach against long-living laud,<br> And mak’st fair reputation but a bawd. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Hast thou command? By him that gave it thee,<br/> -From a pure heart command thy rebel will.<br/> -Draw not thy sword to guard iniquity,<br/> -For it was lent thee all that brood to kill.<br/> -Thy princely office how canst thou fulfill,<br/> - When, patterned by thy fault, foul Sin may say<br/> +“Hast thou command? By him that gave it thee,<br> +From a pure heart command thy rebel will.<br> +Draw not thy sword to guard iniquity,<br> +For it was lent thee all that brood to kill.<br> +Thy princely office how canst thou fulfill,<br> + When, patterned by thy fault, foul Sin may say<br> He learned to sin, and thou didst teach the way? </p> <p class="drama"> -“Think but how vile a spectacle it were<br/> -To view thy present trespass in another.<br/> -Men’s faults do seldom to themselves appear;<br/> -Their own transgressions partially they smother.<br/> -This guilt would seem death-worthy in thy brother.<br/> - O how are they wrapped in with infamies<br/> +“Think but how vile a spectacle it were<br> +To view thy present trespass in another.<br> +Men’s faults do seldom to themselves appear;<br> +Their own transgressions partially they smother.<br> +This guilt would seem death-worthy in thy brother.<br> + O how are they wrapped in with infamies<br> That from their own misdeeds askance their eyes! </p> <p class="drama"> -“To thee, to thee, my heaved-up hands appeal,<br/> -Not to seducing lust, thy rash relier.<br/> -I sue for exiled majesty’s repeal;<br/> -Let him return, and flatt’ring thoughts retire.<br/> -His true respect will prison false desire,<br/> - And wipe the dim mist from thy doting eyne,<br/> +“To thee, to thee, my heaved-up hands appeal,<br> +Not to seducing lust, thy rash relier.<br> +I sue for exiled majesty’s repeal;<br> +Let him return, and flatt’ring thoughts retire.<br> +His true respect will prison false desire,<br> + And wipe the dim mist from thy doting eyne,<br> That thou shalt see thy state, and pity mine.” </p> <p class="drama"> -“Have done,” quoth he. “My uncontrolled tide<br/> -Turns not, but swells the higher by this let.<br/> -Small lights are soon blown out, huge fires abide,<br/> -And with the wind in greater fury fret.<br/> -The petty streams that pay a daily debt<br/> - To their salt sovereign, with their fresh falls’ haste<br/> +“Have done,” quoth he. “My uncontrolled tide<br> +Turns not, but swells the higher by this let.<br> +Small lights are soon blown out, huge fires abide,<br> +And with the wind in greater fury fret.<br> +The petty streams that pay a daily debt<br> + To their salt sovereign, with their fresh falls’ haste<br> Add to his flow, but alter not his taste.” </p> <p class="drama"> -“Thou art,” quoth she, “a sea, a sovereign king,<br/> -And, lo, there falls into thy boundless flood<br/> -Black lust, dishonour, shame, misgoverning,<br/> -Who seek to stain the ocean of thy blood.<br/> -If all these petty ills shall change thy good,<br/> - Thy sea within a puddle’s womb is hearsed,<br/> +“Thou art,” quoth she, “a sea, a sovereign king,<br> +And, lo, there falls into thy boundless flood<br> +Black lust, dishonour, shame, misgoverning,<br> +Who seek to stain the ocean of thy blood.<br> +If all these petty ills shall change thy good,<br> + Thy sea within a puddle’s womb is hearsed,<br> And not the puddle in thy sea dispersed. </p> <p class="drama"> -“So shall these slaves be king, and thou their slave;<br/> -Thou nobly base, they basely dignified;<br/> -Thou their fair life, and they thy fouler grave;<br/> -Thou loathed in their shame, they in thy pride.<br/> -The lesser thing should not the greater hide;<br/> - The cedar stoops not to the base shrub’s foot,<br/> +“So shall these slaves be king, and thou their slave;<br> +Thou nobly base, they basely dignified;<br> +Thou their fair life, and they thy fouler grave;<br> +Thou loathed in their shame, they in thy pride.<br> +The lesser thing should not the greater hide;<br> + The cedar stoops not to the base shrub’s foot,<br> But low shrubs wither at the cedar’s root. </p> <p class="drama"> -“So let thy thoughts, low vassals to thy state”—<br/> -“No more,” quoth he, “by heaven, I will not hear thee.<br/> -Yield to my love. If not, enforced hate,<br/> -Instead of love’s coy touch, shall rudely tear thee.<br/> -That done, despitefully I mean to bear thee<br/> - Unto the base bed of some rascal groom,<br/> +“So let thy thoughts, low vassals to thy state”—<br> +“No more,” quoth he, “by heaven, I will not hear thee.<br> +Yield to my love. If not, enforced hate,<br> +Instead of love’s coy touch, shall rudely tear thee.<br> +That done, despitefully I mean to bear thee<br> + Unto the base bed of some rascal groom,<br> To be thy partner in this shameful doom.” </p> <p class="drama"> -This said, he sets his foot upon the light,<br/> -For light and lust are deadly enemies.<br/> -Shame folded up in blind concealing night,<br/> -When most unseen, then most doth tyrannize.<br/> -The wolf hath seized his prey, the poor lamb cries,<br/> - Till with her own white fleece her voice controlled<br/> +This said, he sets his foot upon the light,<br> +For light and lust are deadly enemies.<br> +Shame folded up in blind concealing night,<br> +When most unseen, then most doth tyrannize.<br> +The wolf hath seized his prey, the poor lamb cries,<br> + Till with her own white fleece her voice controlled<br> Entombs her outcry in her lips’ sweet fold. </p> <p class="drama"> -For with the nightly linen that she wears<br/> -He pens her piteous clamours in her head,<br/> -Cooling his hot face in the chastest tears<br/> -That ever modest eyes with sorrow shed.<br/> -O, that prone lust should stain so pure a bed!<br/> - The spots whereof could weeping purify,<br/> +For with the nightly linen that she wears<br> +He pens her piteous clamours in her head,<br> +Cooling his hot face in the chastest tears<br> +That ever modest eyes with sorrow shed.<br> +O, that prone lust should stain so pure a bed!<br> + The spots whereof could weeping purify,<br> Her tears should drop on them perpetually. </p> <p class="drama"> -But she hath lost a dearer thing than life,<br/> -And he hath won what he would lose again.<br/> -This forced league doth force a further strife;<br/> -This momentary joy breeds months of pain;<br/> -This hot desire converts to cold disdain.<br/> - Pure Chastity is rifled of her store,<br/> +But she hath lost a dearer thing than life,<br> +And he hath won what he would lose again.<br> +This forced league doth force a further strife;<br> +This momentary joy breeds months of pain;<br> +This hot desire converts to cold disdain.<br> + Pure Chastity is rifled of her store,<br> And Lust, the thief, far poorer than before. </p> <p class="drama"> -Look as the full-fed hound or gorged hawk,<br/> -Unapt for tender smell or speedy flight,<br/> -Make slow pursuit, or altogether balk<br/> -The prey wherein by nature they delight;<br/> -So surfeit-taking Tarquin fares this night.<br/> - His taste delicious, in digestion souring,<br/> +Look as the full-fed hound or gorged hawk,<br> +Unapt for tender smell or speedy flight,<br> +Make slow pursuit, or altogether balk<br> +The prey wherein by nature they delight;<br> +So surfeit-taking Tarquin fares this night.<br> + His taste delicious, in digestion souring,<br> Devours his will, that lived by foul devouring. </p> <p class="drama"> -O deeper sin than bottomless conceit<br/> -Can comprehend in still imagination!<br/> -Drunken desire must vomit his receipt,<br/> -Ere he can see his own abomination.<br/> -While lust is in his pride no exclamation<br/> - Can curb his heat or rein his rash desire,<br/> +O deeper sin than bottomless conceit<br> +Can comprehend in still imagination!<br> +Drunken desire must vomit his receipt,<br> +Ere he can see his own abomination.<br> +While lust is in his pride no exclamation<br> + Can curb his heat or rein his rash desire,<br> Till, like a jade, self-will himself doth tire. </p> <p class="drama"> -And then with lank and lean discoloured cheek,<br/> -With heavy eye, knit brow, and strengthless pace,<br/> -Feeble desire, all recreant, poor, and meek,<br/> -Like to a bankrout beggar wails his case.<br/> -The flesh being proud, desire doth fight with Grace,<br/> - For there it revels; and when that decays,<br/> +And then with lank and lean discoloured cheek,<br> +With heavy eye, knit brow, and strengthless pace,<br> +Feeble desire, all recreant, poor, and meek,<br> +Like to a bankrout beggar wails his case.<br> +The flesh being proud, desire doth fight with Grace,<br> + For there it revels; and when that decays,<br> The guilty rebel for remission prays. </p> <p class="drama"> -So fares it with this faultful lord of Rome,<br/> -Who this accomplishment so hotly chased;<br/> -For now against himself he sounds this doom,<br/> -That through the length of times he stands disgraced.<br/> -Besides, his soul’s fair temple is defaced,<br/> - To whose weak ruins muster troops of cares,<br/> +So fares it with this faultful lord of Rome,<br> +Who this accomplishment so hotly chased;<br> +For now against himself he sounds this doom,<br> +That through the length of times he stands disgraced.<br> +Besides, his soul’s fair temple is defaced,<br> + To whose weak ruins muster troops of cares,<br> To ask the spotted princess how she fares. </p> <p class="drama"> -She says her subjects with foul insurrection<br/> -Have battered down her consecrated wall,<br/> -And by their mortal fault brought in subjection<br/> -Her immortality, and made her thrall<br/> -To living death and pain perpetual,<br/> - Which in her prescience she controlled still,<br/> +She says her subjects with foul insurrection<br> +Have battered down her consecrated wall,<br> +And by their mortal fault brought in subjection<br> +Her immortality, and made her thrall<br> +To living death and pain perpetual,<br> + Which in her prescience she controlled still,<br> But her foresight could not forestall their will. </p> <p class="drama"> -E’en in this thought through the dark night he stealeth,<br/> -A captive victor that hath lost in gain,<br/> -Bearing away the wound that nothing healeth,<br/> -The scar that will, despite of cure, remain;<br/> -Leaving his spoil perplexed in greater pain.<br/> - She bears the load of lust he left behind,<br/> +E’en in this thought through the dark night he stealeth,<br> +A captive victor that hath lost in gain,<br> +Bearing away the wound that nothing healeth,<br> +The scar that will, despite of cure, remain;<br> +Leaving his spoil perplexed in greater pain.<br> + She bears the load of lust he left behind,<br> And he the burden of a guilty mind. </p> <p class="drama"> -He like a thievish dog creeps sadly thence;<br/> -She like a wearied lamb lies panting there;<br/> -He scowls, and hates himself for his offence;<br/> -She, desperate, with her nails her flesh doth tear.<br/> -He faintly flies, sweating with guilty fear;<br/> - She stays, exclaiming on the direful night;<br/> +He like a thievish dog creeps sadly thence;<br> +She like a wearied lamb lies panting there;<br> +He scowls, and hates himself for his offence;<br> +She, desperate, with her nails her flesh doth tear.<br> +He faintly flies, sweating with guilty fear;<br> + She stays, exclaiming on the direful night;<br> He runs, and chides his vanished, loathed delight. </p> <p class="drama"> -He thence departs a heavy convertite;<br/> -She there remains a hopeless castaway.<br/> -He in his speed looks for the morning light;<br/> -She prays she never may behold the day.<br/> -“For day,” quoth she, “night’s scapes doth open lay,<br/> - And my true eyes have never practised how<br/> +He thence departs a heavy convertite;<br> +She there remains a hopeless castaway.<br> +He in his speed looks for the morning light;<br> +She prays she never may behold the day.<br> +“For day,” quoth she, “night’s scapes doth open lay,<br> + And my true eyes have never practised how<br> To cloak offences with a cunning brow. </p> <p class="drama"> -“They think not but that every eye can see<br/> -The same disgrace which they themselves behold;<br/> -And therefore would they still in darkness be,<br/> -To have their unseen sin remain untold.<br/> -For they their guilt with weeping will unfold,<br/> - And grave, like water that doth eat in steel,<br/> +“They think not but that every eye can see<br> +The same disgrace which they themselves behold;<br> +And therefore would they still in darkness be,<br> +To have their unseen sin remain untold.<br> +For they their guilt with weeping will unfold,<br> + And grave, like water that doth eat in steel,<br> Upon my cheeks what helpless shame I feel.” </p> <p class="drama"> -Here she exclaims against repose and rest,<br/> -And bids her eyes hereafter still be blind.<br/> -She wakes her heart by beating on her breast,<br/> -And bids it leap from thence, where it may find<br/> -Some purer chest, to close so pure a mind.<br/> - Frantic with grief thus breathes she forth her spite<br/> +Here she exclaims against repose and rest,<br> +And bids her eyes hereafter still be blind.<br> +She wakes her heart by beating on her breast,<br> +And bids it leap from thence, where it may find<br> +Some purer chest, to close so pure a mind.<br> + Frantic with grief thus breathes she forth her spite<br> Against the unseen secrecy of night. </p> <p class="drama"> -“O comfort-killing night, image of hell,<br/> -Dim register and notary of shame,<br/> -Black stage for tragedies and murders fell,<br/> -Vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame,<br/> -Blind muffled bawd, dark harbour for defame,<br/> - Grim cave of death, whisp’ring conspirator<br/> +“O comfort-killing night, image of hell,<br> +Dim register and notary of shame,<br> +Black stage for tragedies and murders fell,<br> +Vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame,<br> +Blind muffled bawd, dark harbour for defame,<br> + Grim cave of death, whisp’ring conspirator<br> With close-tongued treason and the ravisher! </p> <p class="drama"> -“O hateful, vaporous, and foggy night,<br/> -Since thou art guilty of my cureless crime,<br/> -Muster thy mists to meet the eastern light,<br/> -Make war against proportioned course of time;<br/> -Or if thou wilt permit the sun to climb<br/> - His wonted height, yet ere he go to bed,<br/> +“O hateful, vaporous, and foggy night,<br> +Since thou art guilty of my cureless crime,<br> +Muster thy mists to meet the eastern light,<br> +Make war against proportioned course of time;<br> +Or if thou wilt permit the sun to climb<br> + His wonted height, yet ere he go to bed,<br> Knit poisonous clouds about his golden head. </p> <p class="drama"> -“With rotten damps ravish the morning air;<br/> -Let their exhaled unwholesome breaths make sick<br/> -The life of purity, the supreme fair,<br/> -Ere he arrive his weary noontide prick.<br/> -And let thy misty vapours march so thick,<br/> - That in their smoky ranks his smothered light<br/> +“With rotten damps ravish the morning air;<br> +Let their exhaled unwholesome breaths make sick<br> +The life of purity, the supreme fair,<br> +Ere he arrive his weary noontide prick.<br> +And let thy misty vapours march so thick,<br> + That in their smoky ranks his smothered light<br> May set at noon and make perpetual night. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Were Tarquin night, as he is but night’s child,<br/> -The silver-shining queen he would distain;<br/> -Her twinkling handmaids too, by him defiled,<br/> -Through Night’s black bosom should not peep again.<br/> -So should I have co-partners in my pain;<br/> - And fellowship in woe doth woe assuage,<br/> +“Were Tarquin night, as he is but night’s child,<br> +The silver-shining queen he would distain;<br> +Her twinkling handmaids too, by him defiled,<br> +Through Night’s black bosom should not peep again.<br> +So should I have co-partners in my pain;<br> + And fellowship in woe doth woe assuage,<br> As palmers’ chat makes short their pilgrimage. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Where now I have no one to blush with me,<br/> -To cross their arms and hang their heads with mine,<br/> -To mask their brows, and hide their infamy;<br/> -But I alone alone must sit and pine,<br/> -Seasoning the earth with showers of silver brine,<br/> - Mingling my talk with tears, my grief with groans,<br/> +“Where now I have no one to blush with me,<br> +To cross their arms and hang their heads with mine,<br> +To mask their brows, and hide their infamy;<br> +But I alone alone must sit and pine,<br> +Seasoning the earth with showers of silver brine,<br> + Mingling my talk with tears, my grief with groans,<br> Poor wasting monuments of lasting moans. </p> <p class="drama"> -“O night, thou furnace of foul reeking smoke,<br/> -Let not the jealous day behold that face<br/> -Which underneath thy black all-hiding cloak<br/> -Immodesty lies martyred with disgrace!<br/> -Keep still possession of thy gloomy place,<br/> - That all the faults which in thy reign are made<br/> +“O night, thou furnace of foul reeking smoke,<br> +Let not the jealous day behold that face<br> +Which underneath thy black all-hiding cloak<br> +Immodesty lies martyred with disgrace!<br> +Keep still possession of thy gloomy place,<br> + That all the faults which in thy reign are made<br> May likewise be sepulchred in thy shade. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Make me not object to the tell-tale day.<br/> -The light will show charactered in my brow<br/> -The story of sweet chastity’s decay,<br/> -The impious breach of holy wedlock vow.<br/> -Yea, the illiterate, that know not how<br/> - To cipher what is writ in learned books,<br/> +“Make me not object to the tell-tale day.<br> +The light will show charactered in my brow<br> +The story of sweet chastity’s decay,<br> +The impious breach of holy wedlock vow.<br> +Yea, the illiterate, that know not how<br> + To cipher what is writ in learned books,<br> Will quote my loathsome trespass in my looks. </p> <p class="drama"> -“The nurse, to still her child, will tell my story<br/> -And fright her crying babe with Tarquin’s name.<br/> -The orator, to deck his oratory,<br/> -Will couple my reproach to Tarquin’s shame.<br/> -Feast-finding minstrels, tuning my defame,<br/> - Will tie the hearers to attend each line,<br/> +“The nurse, to still her child, will tell my story<br> +And fright her crying babe with Tarquin’s name.<br> +The orator, to deck his oratory,<br> +Will couple my reproach to Tarquin’s shame.<br> +Feast-finding minstrels, tuning my defame,<br> + Will tie the hearers to attend each line,<br> How Tarquin wronged me, I Collatine. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Let my good name, that senseless reputation,<br/> -For Collatine’s dear love be kept unspotted.<br/> -If that be made a theme for disputation,<br/> -The branches of another root are rotted,<br/> -And undeserved reproach to him allotted<br/> - That is as clear from this attaint of mine<br/> +“Let my good name, that senseless reputation,<br> +For Collatine’s dear love be kept unspotted.<br> +If that be made a theme for disputation,<br> +The branches of another root are rotted,<br> +And undeserved reproach to him allotted<br> + That is as clear from this attaint of mine<br> As I, ere this, was pure to Collatine. </p> <p class="drama"> -“O unseen shame, invisible disgrace!<br/> -O unfelt sore, crest-wounding, private scar!<br/> -Reproach is stamped in Collatinus’ face,<br/> -And Tarquin’s eye may read the mot afar,<br/> -How he in peace is wounded, not in war.<br/> - Alas, how many bear such shameful blows,<br/> +“O unseen shame, invisible disgrace!<br> +O unfelt sore, crest-wounding, private scar!<br> +Reproach is stamped in Collatinus’ face,<br> +And Tarquin’s eye may read the mot afar,<br> +How he in peace is wounded, not in war.<br> + Alas, how many bear such shameful blows,<br> Which not themselves, but he that gives them knows! </p> <p class="drama"> -“If, Collatine, thine honour lay in me,<br/> -From me by strong assault it is bereft.<br/> -My honey lost, and I, a drone-like bee,<br/> -Have no perfection of my summer left,<br/> -But robbed and ransacked by injurious theft.<br/> - In thy weak hive a wand’ring wasp hath crept,<br/> +“If, Collatine, thine honour lay in me,<br> +From me by strong assault it is bereft.<br> +My honey lost, and I, a drone-like bee,<br> +Have no perfection of my summer left,<br> +But robbed and ransacked by injurious theft.<br> + In thy weak hive a wand’ring wasp hath crept,<br> And sucked the honey which thy chaste bee kept. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Yet am I guilty of thy honour’s wrack;<br/> -Yet for thy honour did I entertain him.<br/> -Coming from thee, I could not put him back,<br/> -For it had been dishonour to disdain him.<br/> -Besides, of weariness he did complain him,<br/> - And talked of virtue. O unlooked-for evil,<br/> +“Yet am I guilty of thy honour’s wrack;<br> +Yet for thy honour did I entertain him.<br> +Coming from thee, I could not put him back,<br> +For it had been dishonour to disdain him.<br> +Besides, of weariness he did complain him,<br> + And talked of virtue. O unlooked-for evil,<br> When virtue is profaned in such a devil! </p> <p class="drama"> -“Why should the worm intrude the maiden bud?<br/> -Or hateful cuckoos hatch in sparrows’ nests?<br/> -Or toads infect fair founts with venom mud?<br/> -Or tyrant folly lurk in gentle breasts?<br/> -Or kings be breakers of their own behests?<br/> - But no perfection is so absolute<br/> +“Why should the worm intrude the maiden bud?<br> +Or hateful cuckoos hatch in sparrows’ nests?<br> +Or toads infect fair founts with venom mud?<br> +Or tyrant folly lurk in gentle breasts?<br> +Or kings be breakers of their own behests?<br> + But no perfection is so absolute<br> That some impurity doth not pollute. </p> <p class="drama"> -“The aged man that coffers up his gold<br/> -Is plagued with cramps, and gouts and painful fits,<br/> -And scarce hath eyes his treasure to behold,<br/> -But like still-pining Tantalus he sits,<br/> -And useless barns the harvest of his wits,<br/> - Having no other pleasure of his gain<br/> +“The aged man that coffers up his gold<br> +Is plagued with cramps, and gouts and painful fits,<br> +And scarce hath eyes his treasure to behold,<br> +But like still-pining Tantalus he sits,<br> +And useless barns the harvest of his wits,<br> + Having no other pleasure of his gain<br> But torment that it cannot cure his pain. </p> <p class="drama"> -“So then he hath it when he cannot use it,<br/> -And leaves it to be mastered by his young,<br/> -Who in their pride do presently abuse it.<br/> -Their father was too weak, and they too strong,<br/> -To hold their cursed-blessed fortune long.<br/> - The sweets we wish for turn to loathed sours<br/> +“So then he hath it when he cannot use it,<br> +And leaves it to be mastered by his young,<br> +Who in their pride do presently abuse it.<br> +Their father was too weak, and they too strong,<br> +To hold their cursed-blessed fortune long.<br> + The sweets we wish for turn to loathed sours<br> Even in the moment that we call them ours. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Unruly blasts wait on the tender spring;<br/> -Unwholesome weeds take root with precious flowers;<br/> -The adder hisses where the sweet birds sing;<br/> -What virtue breeds iniquity devours.<br/> -We have no good that we can say is ours,<br/> - But ill-annexed Opportunity<br/> +“Unruly blasts wait on the tender spring;<br> +Unwholesome weeds take root with precious flowers;<br> +The adder hisses where the sweet birds sing;<br> +What virtue breeds iniquity devours.<br> +We have no good that we can say is ours,<br> + But ill-annexed Opportunity<br> Or kills his life or else his quality. </p> <p class="drama"> -“O Opportunity, thy guilt is great!<br/> -’Tis thou that execut’st the traitor’s treason;<br/> -Thou sets the wolf where he the lamb may get;<br/> -Whoever plots the sin, thou ’point’st the season.<br/> -’Tis thou that spurn’st at right, at law, at reason;<br/> - And in thy shady cell, where none may spy him,<br/> +“O Opportunity, thy guilt is great!<br> +’Tis thou that execut’st the traitor’s treason;<br> +Thou sets the wolf where he the lamb may get;<br> +Whoever plots the sin, thou ’point’st the season.<br> +’Tis thou that spurn’st at right, at law, at reason;<br> + And in thy shady cell, where none may spy him,<br> Sits Sin, to seize the souls that wander by him. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Thou mak’st the vestal violate her oath;<br/> -Thou blow’st the fire when temperance is thawed;<br/> -Thou smother’st honesty, thou murder’st troth,<br/> -Thou foul abettor, thou notorious bawd!<br/> -Thou plantest scandal and displacest laud.<br/> - Thou ravisher, thou traitor, thou false thief,<br/> +“Thou mak’st the vestal violate her oath;<br> +Thou blow’st the fire when temperance is thawed;<br> +Thou smother’st honesty, thou murder’st troth,<br> +Thou foul abettor, thou notorious bawd!<br> +Thou plantest scandal and displacest laud.<br> + Thou ravisher, thou traitor, thou false thief,<br> Thy honey turns to gall, thy joy to grief. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Thy secret pleasure turns to open shame,<br/> -Thy private feasting to a public fast,<br/> -Thy smoothing titles to a ragged name,<br/> -Thy sugared tongue to bitter wormwood taste.<br/> -Thy violent vanities can never last.<br/> - How comes it then, vile Opportunity,<br/> +“Thy secret pleasure turns to open shame,<br> +Thy private feasting to a public fast,<br> +Thy smoothing titles to a ragged name,<br> +Thy sugared tongue to bitter wormwood taste.<br> +Thy violent vanities can never last.<br> + How comes it then, vile Opportunity,<br> Being so bad, such numbers seek for thee? </p> <p class="drama"> -“When wilt thou be the humble suppliant’s friend,<br/> -And bring him where his suit may be obtained?<br/> -When wilt thou sort an hour great strifes to end,<br/> -Or free that soul which wretchedness hath chained?<br/> -Give physic to the sick, ease to the pained?<br/> - The poor, lame, blind, halt, creep, cry out for thee;<br/> +“When wilt thou be the humble suppliant’s friend,<br> +And bring him where his suit may be obtained?<br> +When wilt thou sort an hour great strifes to end,<br> +Or free that soul which wretchedness hath chained?<br> +Give physic to the sick, ease to the pained?<br> + The poor, lame, blind, halt, creep, cry out for thee;<br> But they ne’er meet with Opportunity. </p> <p class="drama"> -“The patient dies while the physician sleeps;<br/> -The orphan pines while the oppressor feeds;<br/> -Justice is feasting while the widow weeps;<br/> -Advice is sporting while infection breeds.<br/> -Thou grant’st no time for charitable deeds.<br/> - Wrath, envy, treason, rape, and murder’s rages,<br/> +“The patient dies while the physician sleeps;<br> +The orphan pines while the oppressor feeds;<br> +Justice is feasting while the widow weeps;<br> +Advice is sporting while infection breeds.<br> +Thou grant’st no time for charitable deeds.<br> + Wrath, envy, treason, rape, and murder’s rages,<br> Thy heinous hours wait on them as their pages. </p> <p class="drama"> -“When truth and virtue have to do with thee,<br/> -A thousand crosses keep them from thy aid;<br/> -They buy thy help; but Sin ne’er gives a fee;<br/> -He gratis comes, and thou art well appaid<br/> -As well to hear as grant what he hath said.<br/> - My Collatine would else have come to me<br/> +“When truth and virtue have to do with thee,<br> +A thousand crosses keep them from thy aid;<br> +They buy thy help; but Sin ne’er gives a fee;<br> +He gratis comes, and thou art well appaid<br> +As well to hear as grant what he hath said.<br> + My Collatine would else have come to me<br> When Tarquin did, but he was stayed by thee. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Guilty thou art of murder and of theft,<br/> -Guilty of perjury and subornation,<br/> -Guilty of treason, forgery, and shift,<br/> -Guilty of incest, that abomination:<br/> -An accessory by thine inclination<br/> - To all sins past and all that are to come,<br/> +“Guilty thou art of murder and of theft,<br> +Guilty of perjury and subornation,<br> +Guilty of treason, forgery, and shift,<br> +Guilty of incest, that abomination:<br> +An accessory by thine inclination<br> + To all sins past and all that are to come,<br> From the creation to the general doom. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Misshapen Time, copesmate of ugly night,<br/> -Swift subtle post, carrier of grisly care,<br/> -Eater of youth, false slave to false delight,<br/> -Base watch of woes, sin’s pack-horse, virtue’s snare!<br/> -Thou nursest all and murd’rest all that are.<br/> - O hear me then, injurious, shifting Time!<br/> +“Misshapen Time, copesmate of ugly night,<br> +Swift subtle post, carrier of grisly care,<br> +Eater of youth, false slave to false delight,<br> +Base watch of woes, sin’s pack-horse, virtue’s snare!<br> +Thou nursest all and murd’rest all that are.<br> + O hear me then, injurious, shifting Time!<br> Be guilty of my death, since of my crime. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Why hath thy servant, Opportunity<br/> -Betrayed the hours thou gav’st me to repose,<br/> -Cancelled my fortunes, and enchained me<br/> -To endless date of never-ending woes?<br/> -Time’s office is to fine the hate of foes,<br/> - To eat up errors by opinion bred,<br/> +“Why hath thy servant, Opportunity<br> +Betrayed the hours thou gav’st me to repose,<br> +Cancelled my fortunes, and enchained me<br> +To endless date of never-ending woes?<br> +Time’s office is to fine the hate of foes,<br> + To eat up errors by opinion bred,<br> Not spend the dowry of a lawful bed. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Time’s glory is to calm contending kings,<br/> -To unmask falsehood and bring truth to light,<br/> -To stamp the seal of time in aged things,<br/> -To wake the morn and sentinel the night,<br/> -To wrong the wronger till he render right,<br/> - To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours,<br/> +“Time’s glory is to calm contending kings,<br> +To unmask falsehood and bring truth to light,<br> +To stamp the seal of time in aged things,<br> +To wake the morn and sentinel the night,<br> +To wrong the wronger till he render right,<br> + To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours,<br> And smear with dust their glitt’ring golden towers; </p> <p class="drama"> -“To fill with worm-holes stately monuments,<br/> -To feed oblivion with decay of things,<br/> -To blot old books and alter their contents,<br/> -To pluck the quills from ancient ravens’ wings,<br/> -To dry the old oak’s sap and cherish springs,<br/> - To spoil antiquities of hammered steel,<br/> +“To fill with worm-holes stately monuments,<br> +To feed oblivion with decay of things,<br> +To blot old books and alter their contents,<br> +To pluck the quills from ancient ravens’ wings,<br> +To dry the old oak’s sap and cherish springs,<br> + To spoil antiquities of hammered steel,<br> And turn the giddy round of Fortune’s wheel; </p> <p class="drama"> -“To show the beldam daughters of her daughter,<br/> -To make the child a man, the man a child,<br/> -To slay the tiger that doth live by slaughter,<br/> -To tame the unicorn and lion wild,<br/> -To mock the subtle in themselves beguiled,<br/> - To cheer the ploughman with increaseful crops,<br/> +“To show the beldam daughters of her daughter,<br> +To make the child a man, the man a child,<br> +To slay the tiger that doth live by slaughter,<br> +To tame the unicorn and lion wild,<br> +To mock the subtle in themselves beguiled,<br> + To cheer the ploughman with increaseful crops,<br> And waste huge stones with little water-drops. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Why work’st thou mischief in thy pilgrimage,<br/> -Unless thou couldst return to make amends?<br/> -One poor retiring minute in an age<br/> -Would purchase thee a thousand thousand friends,<br/> -Lending him wit that to bad debtors lends.<br/> - O, this dread night, wouldst thou one hour come back,<br/> +“Why work’st thou mischief in thy pilgrimage,<br> +Unless thou couldst return to make amends?<br> +One poor retiring minute in an age<br> +Would purchase thee a thousand thousand friends,<br> +Lending him wit that to bad debtors lends.<br> + O, this dread night, wouldst thou one hour come back,<br> I could prevent this storm and shun thy wrack! </p> <p class="drama"> -“Thou ceaseless lackey to eternity,<br/> -With some mischance cross Tarquin in his flight.<br/> -Devise extremes beyond extremity,<br/> -To make him curse this cursed crimeful night.<br/> -Let ghastly shadows his lewd eyes affright,<br/> - And the dire thought of his committed evil<br/> +“Thou ceaseless lackey to eternity,<br> +With some mischance cross Tarquin in his flight.<br> +Devise extremes beyond extremity,<br> +To make him curse this cursed crimeful night.<br> +Let ghastly shadows his lewd eyes affright,<br> + And the dire thought of his committed evil<br> Shape every bush a hideous shapeless devil. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Disturb his hours of rest with restless trances,<br/> -Afflict him in his bed with bedrid groans;<br/> -Let there bechance him pitiful mischances,<br/> -To make him moan, but pity not his moans.<br/> -Stone him with hard’ned hearts harder than stones,<br/> - And let mild women to him lose their mildness,<br/> +“Disturb his hours of rest with restless trances,<br> +Afflict him in his bed with bedrid groans;<br> +Let there bechance him pitiful mischances,<br> +To make him moan, but pity not his moans.<br> +Stone him with hard’ned hearts harder than stones,<br> + And let mild women to him lose their mildness,<br> Wilder to him than tigers in their wildness. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Let him have time to tear his curled hair,<br/> -Let him have time against himself to rave,<br/> -Let him have time of Time’s help to despair,<br/> -Let him have time to live a loathed slave,<br/> -Let him have time a beggar’s orts to crave,<br/> - And time to see one that by alms doth live<br/> +“Let him have time to tear his curled hair,<br> +Let him have time against himself to rave,<br> +Let him have time of Time’s help to despair,<br> +Let him have time to live a loathed slave,<br> +Let him have time a beggar’s orts to crave,<br> + And time to see one that by alms doth live<br> Disdain to him disdained scraps to give. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Let him have time to see his friends his foes,<br/> -And merry fools to mock at him resort;<br/> -Let him have time to mark how slow time goes<br/> -In time of sorrow, and how swift and short<br/> -His time of folly and his time of sport;<br/> - And ever let his unrecalling crime<br/> +“Let him have time to see his friends his foes,<br> +And merry fools to mock at him resort;<br> +Let him have time to mark how slow time goes<br> +In time of sorrow, and how swift and short<br> +His time of folly and his time of sport;<br> + And ever let his unrecalling crime<br> Have time to wail th’ abusing of his time. </p> <p class="drama"> -“O Time, thou tutor both to good and bad,<br/> -Teach me to curse him that thou taught’st this ill!<br/> -At his own shadow let the thief run mad,<br/> -Himself himself seek every hour to kill.<br/> -Such wretched hands such wretched blood should spill,<br/> - For who so base would such an office have<br/> +“O Time, thou tutor both to good and bad,<br> +Teach me to curse him that thou taught’st this ill!<br> +At his own shadow let the thief run mad,<br> +Himself himself seek every hour to kill.<br> +Such wretched hands such wretched blood should spill,<br> + For who so base would such an office have<br> As sland’rous deathsman to so base a slave? </p> <p class="drama"> -“The baser is he, coming from a king,<br/> -To shame his hope with deeds degenerate.<br/> -The mightier man, the mightier is the thing<br/> -That makes him honoured or begets him hate;<br/> -For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.<br/> - The moon being clouded presently is missed,<br/> +“The baser is he, coming from a king,<br> +To shame his hope with deeds degenerate.<br> +The mightier man, the mightier is the thing<br> +That makes him honoured or begets him hate;<br> +For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.<br> + The moon being clouded presently is missed,<br> But little stars may hide them when they list. </p> <p class="drama"> -“The crow may bathe his coal-black wings in mire,<br/> -And unperceived fly with the filth away;<br/> -But if the like the snow-white swan desire,<br/> -The stain upon his silver down will stay.<br/> -Poor grooms are sightless night, kings glorious day.<br/> - Gnats are unnoted wheresoe’er they fly,<br/> +“The crow may bathe his coal-black wings in mire,<br> +And unperceived fly with the filth away;<br> +But if the like the snow-white swan desire,<br> +The stain upon his silver down will stay.<br> +Poor grooms are sightless night, kings glorious day.<br> + Gnats are unnoted wheresoe’er they fly,<br> But eagles gazed upon with every eye. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Out, idle words, servants to shallow fools,<br/> -Unprofitable sounds, weak arbitrators!<br/> -Busy yourselves in skill-contending schools;<br/> -Debate where leisure serves with dull debaters;<br/> -To trembling clients be you mediators.<br/> - For me, I force not argument a straw,<br/> +“Out, idle words, servants to shallow fools,<br> +Unprofitable sounds, weak arbitrators!<br> +Busy yourselves in skill-contending schools;<br> +Debate where leisure serves with dull debaters;<br> +To trembling clients be you mediators.<br> + For me, I force not argument a straw,<br> Since that my case is past the help of law. </p> <p class="drama"> -“In vain I rail at Opportunity,<br/> -At Time, at Tarquin, and uncheerful night;<br/> -In vain I cavil with mine infamy,<br/> -In vain I spurn at my confirmed despite.<br/> -This helpless smoke of words doth me no right.<br/> - The remedy indeed to do me good<br/> +“In vain I rail at Opportunity,<br> +At Time, at Tarquin, and uncheerful night;<br> +In vain I cavil with mine infamy,<br> +In vain I spurn at my confirmed despite.<br> +This helpless smoke of words doth me no right.<br> + The remedy indeed to do me good<br> Is to let forth my foul defiled blood. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Poor hand, why quiver’st thou at this decree?<br/> -Honour thyself to rid me of this shame,<br/> -For if I die, my honour lives in thee,<br/> -But if I live, thou liv’st in my defame.<br/> -Since thou couldst not defend thy loyal dame,<br/> - And wast afeared to scratch her wicked foe,<br/> +“Poor hand, why quiver’st thou at this decree?<br> +Honour thyself to rid me of this shame,<br> +For if I die, my honour lives in thee,<br> +But if I live, thou liv’st in my defame.<br> +Since thou couldst not defend thy loyal dame,<br> + And wast afeared to scratch her wicked foe,<br> Kill both thyself and her for yielding so.” </p> <p class="drama"> -This said, from her betumbled couch she starteth,<br/> -To find some desp’rate instrument of death;<br/> -But this no slaughterhouse no tool imparteth<br/> -To make more vent for passage of her breath,<br/> -Which, thronging through her lips, so vanisheth<br/> - As smoke from Ætna, that in air consumes,<br/> +This said, from her betumbled couch she starteth,<br> +To find some desp’rate instrument of death;<br> +But this no slaughterhouse no tool imparteth<br> +To make more vent for passage of her breath,<br> +Which, thronging through her lips, so vanisheth<br> + As smoke from Ætna, that in air consumes,<br> Or that which from discharged cannon fumes. </p> <p class="drama"> -“In vain,” quoth she, “I live, and seek in vain<br/> -Some happy mean to end a hapless life.<br/> -I feared by Tarquin’s falchion to be slain,<br/> -Yet for the self-same purpose seek a knife.<br/> -But when I feared I was a loyal wife;<br/> - So am I now.—O no, that cannot be!<br/> +“In vain,” quoth she, “I live, and seek in vain<br> +Some happy mean to end a hapless life.<br> +I feared by Tarquin’s falchion to be slain,<br> +Yet for the self-same purpose seek a knife.<br> +But when I feared I was a loyal wife;<br> + So am I now.—O no, that cannot be!<br> Of that true type hath Tarquin rifled me. </p> <p class="drama"> -“O that is gone for which I sought to live,<br/> -And therefore now I need not fear to die.<br/> -To clear this spot by death, at least I give<br/> -A badge of fame to slander’s livery,<br/> -A dying life to living infamy.<br/> - Poor helpless help, the treasure stol’n away,<br/> +“O that is gone for which I sought to live,<br> +And therefore now I need not fear to die.<br> +To clear this spot by death, at least I give<br> +A badge of fame to slander’s livery,<br> +A dying life to living infamy.<br> + Poor helpless help, the treasure stol’n away,<br> To burn the guiltless casket where it lay! </p> <p class="drama"> -“Well, well, dear Collatine, thou shalt not know<br/> -The stained taste of violated troth;<br/> -I will not wrong thy true affection so,<br/> -To flatter thee with an infringed oath.<br/> -This bastard graff shall never come to growth;<br/> - He shall not boast who did thy stock pollute<br/> +“Well, well, dear Collatine, thou shalt not know<br> +The stained taste of violated troth;<br> +I will not wrong thy true affection so,<br> +To flatter thee with an infringed oath.<br> +This bastard graff shall never come to growth;<br> + He shall not boast who did thy stock pollute<br> That thou art doting father of his fruit. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Nor shall he smile at thee in secret thought,<br/> -Nor laugh with his companions at thy state;<br/> -But thou shalt know thy int’rest was not bought<br/> -Basely with gold, but stol’n from forth thy gate.<br/> -For me, I am the mistress of my fate,<br/> - And with my trespass never will dispense,<br/> +“Nor shall he smile at thee in secret thought,<br> +Nor laugh with his companions at thy state;<br> +But thou shalt know thy int’rest was not bought<br> +Basely with gold, but stol’n from forth thy gate.<br> +For me, I am the mistress of my fate,<br> + And with my trespass never will dispense,<br> Till life to death acquit my forced offence. </p> <p class="drama"> -“I will not poison thee with my attaint,<br/> -Nor fold my fault in cleanly-coined excuses;<br/> -My sable ground of sin I will not paint,<br/> -To hide the truth of this false night’s abuses.<br/> -My tongue shall utter all; mine eyes, like sluices,<br/> - As from a mountain-spring that feeds a dale,<br/> +“I will not poison thee with my attaint,<br> +Nor fold my fault in cleanly-coined excuses;<br> +My sable ground of sin I will not paint,<br> +To hide the truth of this false night’s abuses.<br> +My tongue shall utter all; mine eyes, like sluices,<br> + As from a mountain-spring that feeds a dale,<br> Shall gush pure streams to purge my impure tale.” </p> <p class="drama"> -By this, lamenting Philomel had ended<br/> -The well-tuned warble of her nightly sorrow,<br/> -And solemn night with slow sad gait descended<br/> -To ugly hell; when, lo, the blushing morrow<br/> -Lends light to all fair eyes that light will borrow.<br/> - But cloudy Lucrece shames herself to see,<br/> +By this, lamenting Philomel had ended<br> +The well-tuned warble of her nightly sorrow,<br> +And solemn night with slow sad gait descended<br> +To ugly hell; when, lo, the blushing morrow<br> +Lends light to all fair eyes that light will borrow.<br> + But cloudy Lucrece shames herself to see,<br> And therefore still in night would cloistered be. </p> <p class="drama"> -Revealing day through every cranny spies,<br/> -And seems to point her out where she sits weeping,<br/> -To whom she sobbing speaks: “O eye of eyes,<br/> -Why pry’st thou through my window? Leave thy peeping,<br/> -Mock with thy tickling beams eyes that are sleeping.<br/> - Brand not my forehead with thy piercing light,<br/> +Revealing day through every cranny spies,<br> +And seems to point her out where she sits weeping,<br> +To whom she sobbing speaks: “O eye of eyes,<br> +Why pry’st thou through my window? Leave thy peeping,<br> +Mock with thy tickling beams eyes that are sleeping.<br> + Brand not my forehead with thy piercing light,<br> For day hath naught to do what’s done by night.” </p> <p class="drama"> -Thus cavils she with everything she sees.<br/> -True grief is fond and testy as a child,<br/> -Who wayward once, his mood with naught agrees.<br/> -Old woes, not infant sorrows, bear them mild.<br/> -Continuance tames the one; the other wild,<br/> - Like an unpractised swimmer plunging still<br/> +Thus cavils she with everything she sees.<br> +True grief is fond and testy as a child,<br> +Who wayward once, his mood with naught agrees.<br> +Old woes, not infant sorrows, bear them mild.<br> +Continuance tames the one; the other wild,<br> + Like an unpractised swimmer plunging still<br> With too much labour drowns for want of skill. </p> <p class="drama"> -So she, deep-drenched in a sea of care,<br/> -Holds disputation with each thing she views,<br/> -And to herself all sorrow doth compare;<br/> -No object but her passion’s strength renews,<br/> -And as one shifts, another straight ensues.<br/> - Sometime her grief is dumb and hath no words;<br/> +So she, deep-drenched in a sea of care,<br> +Holds disputation with each thing she views,<br> +And to herself all sorrow doth compare;<br> +No object but her passion’s strength renews,<br> +And as one shifts, another straight ensues.<br> + Sometime her grief is dumb and hath no words;<br> Sometime ’tis mad and too much talk affords. </p> <p class="drama"> -The little birds that tune their morning’s joy<br/> -Make her moans mad with their sweet melody.<br/> -For mirth doth search the bottom of annoy;<br/> -Sad souls are slain in merry company.<br/> -Grief best is pleased with grief’s society;<br/> - True sorrow then is feelingly sufficed<br/> +The little birds that tune their morning’s joy<br> +Make her moans mad with their sweet melody.<br> +For mirth doth search the bottom of annoy;<br> +Sad souls are slain in merry company.<br> +Grief best is pleased with grief’s society;<br> + True sorrow then is feelingly sufficed<br> When with like semblance it is sympathized. </p> <p class="drama"> -’Tis double death to drown in ken of shore;<br/> -He ten times pines that pines beholding food;<br/> -To see the salve doth make the wound ache more;<br/> -Great grief grieves most at that would do it good;<br/> -Deep woes roll forward like a gentle flood,<br/> - Who, being stopped, the bounding banks o’erflows;<br/> +’Tis double death to drown in ken of shore;<br> +He ten times pines that pines beholding food;<br> +To see the salve doth make the wound ache more;<br> +Great grief grieves most at that would do it good;<br> +Deep woes roll forward like a gentle flood,<br> + Who, being stopped, the bounding banks o’erflows;<br> Grief dallied with nor law nor limit knows. </p> <p class="drama"> -“You mocking birds,” quoth she, “your tunes entomb<br/> -Within your hollow-swelling feathered breasts,<br/> -And in my hearing be you mute and dumb;<br/> -My restless discord loves no stops nor rests.<br/> -A woeful hostess brooks not merry guests.<br/> - Relish your nimble notes to pleasing ears;<br/> +“You mocking birds,” quoth she, “your tunes entomb<br> +Within your hollow-swelling feathered breasts,<br> +And in my hearing be you mute and dumb;<br> +My restless discord loves no stops nor rests.<br> +A woeful hostess brooks not merry guests.<br> + Relish your nimble notes to pleasing ears;<br> Distress likes dumps when time is kept with tears. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Come, Philomel, that sing’st of ravishment,<br/> -Make thy sad grove in my disheveled hair.<br/> -As the dank earth weeps at thy languishment,<br/> -So I at each sad strain will strain a tear<br/> -And with deep groans the diapason bear;<br/> - For burden-wise I’ll hum on Tarquin still,<br/> +“Come, Philomel, that sing’st of ravishment,<br> +Make thy sad grove in my disheveled hair.<br> +As the dank earth weeps at thy languishment,<br> +So I at each sad strain will strain a tear<br> +And with deep groans the diapason bear;<br> + For burden-wise I’ll hum on Tarquin still,<br> While thou on Tereus descants better skill. </p> <p class="drama"> -“And whiles against a thorn thou bear’st thy part<br/> -To keep thy sharp woes waking, wretched I,<br/> -To imitate thee well, against my heart<br/> -Will fix a sharp knife to affright mine eye,<br/> -Who if it wink shall thereon fall and die.<br/> - These means, as frets upon an instrument,<br/> +“And whiles against a thorn thou bear’st thy part<br> +To keep thy sharp woes waking, wretched I,<br> +To imitate thee well, against my heart<br> +Will fix a sharp knife to affright mine eye,<br> +Who if it wink shall thereon fall and die.<br> + These means, as frets upon an instrument,<br> Shall tune our heart-strings to true languishment. </p> <p class="drama"> -“And for, poor bird, thou sing’st not in the day,<br/> -As shaming any eye should thee behold,<br/> -Some dark deep desert seated from the way,<br/> -That knows not parching heat nor freezing cold,<br/> -Will we find out; and there we will unfold<br/> - To creatures stern sad tunes to change their kinds.<br/> +“And for, poor bird, thou sing’st not in the day,<br> +As shaming any eye should thee behold,<br> +Some dark deep desert seated from the way,<br> +That knows not parching heat nor freezing cold,<br> +Will we find out; and there we will unfold<br> + To creatures stern sad tunes to change their kinds.<br> Since men prove beasts, let beasts bear gentle minds.” </p> <p class="drama"> -As the poor frighted deer that stands at gaze,<br/> -Wildly determining which way to fly,<br/> -Or one encompassed with a winding maze,<br/> -That cannot tread the way out readily;<br/> -So with herself is she in mutiny,<br/> - To live or die which of the twain were better,<br/> +As the poor frighted deer that stands at gaze,<br> +Wildly determining which way to fly,<br> +Or one encompassed with a winding maze,<br> +That cannot tread the way out readily;<br> +So with herself is she in mutiny,<br> + To live or die which of the twain were better,<br> When life is shamed and Death reproach’s debtor. </p> <p class="drama"> -“To kill myself,” quoth she, “alack, what were it,<br/> -But with my body my poor soul’s pollution?<br/> -They that lose half with greater patience bear it<br/> -Than they whose whole is swallowed in confusion.<br/> -That mother tries a merciless conclusion<br/> - Who, having two sweet babes, when death takes one,<br/> +“To kill myself,” quoth she, “alack, what were it,<br> +But with my body my poor soul’s pollution?<br> +They that lose half with greater patience bear it<br> +Than they whose whole is swallowed in confusion.<br> +That mother tries a merciless conclusion<br> + Who, having two sweet babes, when death takes one,<br> Will slay the other, and be nurse to none. </p> <p class="drama"> -“My body or my soul, which was the dearer,<br/> -When the one pure, the other made divine?<br/> -Whose love of either to myself was nearer,<br/> -When both were kept for heaven and Collatine?<br/> -Ay me, the bark pilled from the lofty pine,<br/> - His leaves will wither and his sap decay;<br/> +“My body or my soul, which was the dearer,<br> +When the one pure, the other made divine?<br> +Whose love of either to myself was nearer,<br> +When both were kept for heaven and Collatine?<br> +Ay me, the bark pilled from the lofty pine,<br> + His leaves will wither and his sap decay;<br> So must my soul, her bark being pilled away. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Her house is sacked, her quiet interrupted,<br/> -Her mansion battered by the enemy,<br/> -Her sacred temple spotted, spoiled, corrupted,<br/> -Grossly engirt with daring infamy.<br/> -Then let it not be called impiety,<br/> - If in this blemished fort I make some hole<br/> +“Her house is sacked, her quiet interrupted,<br> +Her mansion battered by the enemy,<br> +Her sacred temple spotted, spoiled, corrupted,<br> +Grossly engirt with daring infamy.<br> +Then let it not be called impiety,<br> + If in this blemished fort I make some hole<br> Through which I may convey this troubled soul. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Yet die I will not till my Collatine<br/> -Have heard the cause of my untimely death,<br/> -That he may vow, in that sad hour of mine,<br/> -Revenge on him that made me stop my breath.<br/> -My stained blood to Tarquin I’ll bequeath,<br/> - Which by him tainted shall for him be spent,<br/> +“Yet die I will not till my Collatine<br> +Have heard the cause of my untimely death,<br> +That he may vow, in that sad hour of mine,<br> +Revenge on him that made me stop my breath.<br> +My stained blood to Tarquin I’ll bequeath,<br> + Which by him tainted shall for him be spent,<br> And as his due writ in my testament. </p> <p class="drama"> -“My honour I’ll bequeath unto the knife<br/> -That wounds my body so dishonoured.<br/> -’Tis honour to deprive dishonoured life;<br/> -The one will live, the other being dead.<br/> -So of shame’s ashes shall my fame be bred,<br/> - For in my death I murder shameful scorn;<br/> +“My honour I’ll bequeath unto the knife<br> +That wounds my body so dishonoured.<br> +’Tis honour to deprive dishonoured life;<br> +The one will live, the other being dead.<br> +So of shame’s ashes shall my fame be bred,<br> + For in my death I murder shameful scorn;<br> My shame so dead, mine honour is new born. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Dear lord of that dear jewel I have lost,<br/> -What legacy shall I bequeath to thee?<br/> -My resolution, love, shall be thy boast,<br/> -By whose example thou revenged mayst be.<br/> -How Tarquin must be used, read it in me;<br/> - Myself, thy friend, will kill myself, thy foe,<br/> +“Dear lord of that dear jewel I have lost,<br> +What legacy shall I bequeath to thee?<br> +My resolution, love, shall be thy boast,<br> +By whose example thou revenged mayst be.<br> +How Tarquin must be used, read it in me;<br> + Myself, thy friend, will kill myself, thy foe,<br> And for my sake serve thou false Tarquin so. </p> <p class="drama"> -“This brief abridgement of my will I make:<br/> -My soul and body to the skies and ground;<br/> -My resolution, husband, do thou take;<br/> -Mine honour be the knife’s that makes my wound;<br/> -My shame be his that did my fame confound;<br/> - And all my fame that lives disbursed be<br/> +“This brief abridgement of my will I make:<br> +My soul and body to the skies and ground;<br> +My resolution, husband, do thou take;<br> +Mine honour be the knife’s that makes my wound;<br> +My shame be his that did my fame confound;<br> + And all my fame that lives disbursed be<br> To those that live and think no shame of me. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Thou, Collatine, shalt oversee this will;<br/> -How was I overseen that thou shalt see it!<br/> -My blood shall wash the slander of mine ill;<br/> -My life’s foul deed my life’s fair end shall free it.<br/> -Faint not, faint heart, but stoutly say, ‘So be it.’<br/> - Yield to my hand; my hand shall conquer thee.<br/> +“Thou, Collatine, shalt oversee this will;<br> +How was I overseen that thou shalt see it!<br> +My blood shall wash the slander of mine ill;<br> +My life’s foul deed my life’s fair end shall free it.<br> +Faint not, faint heart, but stoutly say, ‘So be it.’<br> + Yield to my hand; my hand shall conquer thee.<br> Thou dead, both die, and both shall victors be.” </p> <p class="drama"> -This plot of death when sadly she had laid,<br/> -And wiped the brinish pearl from her bright eyes,<br/> -With untuned tongue she hoarsely called her maid,<br/> -Whose swift obedience to her mistress hies;<br/> -For fleet-winged duty with thought’s feathers flies.<br/> - Poor Lucrece’ cheeks unto her maid seem so<br/> +This plot of death when sadly she had laid,<br> +And wiped the brinish pearl from her bright eyes,<br> +With untuned tongue she hoarsely called her maid,<br> +Whose swift obedience to her mistress hies;<br> +For fleet-winged duty with thought’s feathers flies.<br> + Poor Lucrece’ cheeks unto her maid seem so<br> As winter meads when sun doth melt their snow. </p> <p class="drama"> -Her mistress she doth give demure good-morrow,<br/> -With soft slow tongue, true mark of modesty,<br/> -And sorts a sad look to her lady’s sorrow,<br/> -For why her face wore sorrow’s livery,<br/> -But durst not ask of her audaciously<br/> - Why her two suns were cloud-eclipsed so,<br/> +Her mistress she doth give demure good-morrow,<br> +With soft slow tongue, true mark of modesty,<br> +And sorts a sad look to her lady’s sorrow,<br> +For why her face wore sorrow’s livery,<br> +But durst not ask of her audaciously<br> + Why her two suns were cloud-eclipsed so,<br> Nor why her fair cheeks over-washed with woe. </p> <p class="drama"> -But as the earth doth weep, the sun being set,<br/> -Each flower moistened like a melting eye,<br/> -Even so the maid with swelling drops ’gan wet<br/> -Her circled eyne, enforced by sympathy<br/> -Of those fair suns set in her mistress’ sky,<br/> - Who in a salt-waved ocean quench their light,<br/> +But as the earth doth weep, the sun being set,<br> +Each flower moistened like a melting eye,<br> +Even so the maid with swelling drops ’gan wet<br> +Her circled eyne, enforced by sympathy<br> +Of those fair suns set in her mistress’ sky,<br> + Who in a salt-waved ocean quench their light,<br> Which makes the maid weep like the dewy night. </p> <p class="drama"> -A pretty while these pretty creatures stand,<br/> -Like ivory conduits coral cisterns filling.<br/> -One justly weeps; the other takes in hand<br/> -No cause, but company, of her drops spilling.<br/> -Their gentle sex to weep are often willing,<br/> - Grieving themselves to guess at others’ smarts,<br/> +A pretty while these pretty creatures stand,<br> +Like ivory conduits coral cisterns filling.<br> +One justly weeps; the other takes in hand<br> +No cause, but company, of her drops spilling.<br> +Their gentle sex to weep are often willing,<br> + Grieving themselves to guess at others’ smarts,<br> And then they drown their eyes or break their hearts. </p> <p class="drama"> -For men have marble, women waxen, minds,<br/> -And therefore are they formed as marble will;<br/> -The weak oppressed, th’ impression of strange kinds<br/> -Is formed in them by force, by fraud, or skill.<br/> -Then call them not the authors of their ill,<br/> - No more than wax shall be accounted evil,<br/> +For men have marble, women waxen, minds,<br> +And therefore are they formed as marble will;<br> +The weak oppressed, th’ impression of strange kinds<br> +Is formed in them by force, by fraud, or skill.<br> +Then call them not the authors of their ill,<br> + No more than wax shall be accounted evil,<br> Wherein is stamped the semblance of a devil. </p> <p class="drama"> -Their smoothness, like a goodly champaign plain,<br/> -Lays open all the little worms that creep;<br/> -In men, as in a rough-grown grove, remain<br/> -Cave-keeping evils that obscurely sleep.<br/> -Through crystal walls each little mote will peep.<br/> - Though men can cover crimes with bold stern looks,<br/> +Their smoothness, like a goodly champaign plain,<br> +Lays open all the little worms that creep;<br> +In men, as in a rough-grown grove, remain<br> +Cave-keeping evils that obscurely sleep.<br> +Through crystal walls each little mote will peep.<br> + Though men can cover crimes with bold stern looks,<br> Poor women’s faces are their own faults’ books. </p> <p class="drama"> -No man inveigh against the withered flower,<br/> -But chide rough winter that the flower hath killed;<br/> -Not that devoured, but that which doth devour,<br/> -Is worthy blame. O, let it not be hild<br/> -Poor women’s faults, that they are so fulfilled<br/> - With men’s abuses! Those proud lords, to blame,<br/> +No man inveigh against the withered flower,<br> +But chide rough winter that the flower hath killed;<br> +Not that devoured, but that which doth devour,<br> +Is worthy blame. O, let it not be hild<br> +Poor women’s faults, that they are so fulfilled<br> + With men’s abuses! Those proud lords, to blame,<br> Make weak-made women tenants to their shame. </p> <p class="drama"> -The precedent whereof in Lucrece view,<br/> -Assailed by night with circumstances strong<br/> -Of present death, and shame that might ensue<br/> -By that her death, to do her husband wrong.<br/> -Such danger to resistance did belong,<br/> - The dying fear through all her body spread;<br/> +The precedent whereof in Lucrece view,<br> +Assailed by night with circumstances strong<br> +Of present death, and shame that might ensue<br> +By that her death, to do her husband wrong.<br> +Such danger to resistance did belong,<br> + The dying fear through all her body spread;<br> And who cannot abuse a body dead? </p> <p class="drama"> -By this, mild patience bid fair Lucrece speak<br/> -To the poor counterfeit of her complaining:<br/> -“My girl,” quoth she, “on what occasion break<br/> -Those tears from thee, that down thy cheeks are raining?<br/> -If thou dost weep for grief of my sustaining,<br/> - Know, gentle wench, it small avails my mood.<br/> +By this, mild patience bid fair Lucrece speak<br> +To the poor counterfeit of her complaining:<br> +“My girl,” quoth she, “on what occasion break<br> +Those tears from thee, that down thy cheeks are raining?<br> +If thou dost weep for grief of my sustaining,<br> + Know, gentle wench, it small avails my mood.<br> If tears could help, mine own would do me good. </p> <p class="drama"> -“But tell me, girl, when went”—and there she stayed<br/> -Till after a deep groan—“Tarquin from hence?”<br/> -“Madam, ere I was up,” replied the maid,<br/> -“The more to blame my sluggard negligence.<br/> -Yet with the fault I thus far can dispense:<br/> - Myself was stirring ere the break of day,<br/> +“But tell me, girl, when went”—and there she stayed<br> +Till after a deep groan—“Tarquin from hence?”<br> +“Madam, ere I was up,” replied the maid,<br> +“The more to blame my sluggard negligence.<br> +Yet with the fault I thus far can dispense:<br> + Myself was stirring ere the break of day,<br> And, ere I rose, was Tarquin gone away. </p> <p class="drama"> -“But, lady, if your maid may be so bold,<br/> -She would request to know your heaviness.”<br/> -“O peace!” quoth Lucrece. “If it should be told,<br/> -The repetition cannot make it less;<br/> -For more it is than I can well express,<br/> - And that deep torture may be called a hell,<br/> +“But, lady, if your maid may be so bold,<br> +She would request to know your heaviness.”<br> +“O peace!” quoth Lucrece. “If it should be told,<br> +The repetition cannot make it less;<br> +For more it is than I can well express,<br> + And that deep torture may be called a hell,<br> When more is felt than one hath power to tell. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Go, get me hither paper, ink, and pen.<br/> -Yet save that labour, for I have them here.<br/> -What should I say?—One of my husband’s men<br/> -Bid thou be ready by and by to bear<br/> -A letter to my lord, my love, my dear.<br/> - Bid him with speed prepare to carry it;<br/> +“Go, get me hither paper, ink, and pen.<br> +Yet save that labour, for I have them here.<br> +What should I say?—One of my husband’s men<br> +Bid thou be ready by and by to bear<br> +A letter to my lord, my love, my dear.<br> + Bid him with speed prepare to carry it;<br> The cause craves haste, and it will soon be writ.” </p> <p class="drama"> -Her maid is gone, and she prepares to write,<br/> -First hovering o’er the paper with her quill.<br/> -Conceit and grief an eager combat fight;<br/> -What wit sets down is blotted straight with will;<br/> -This is too curious-good, this blunt and ill.<br/> - Much like a press of people at a door,<br/> +Her maid is gone, and she prepares to write,<br> +First hovering o’er the paper with her quill.<br> +Conceit and grief an eager combat fight;<br> +What wit sets down is blotted straight with will;<br> +This is too curious-good, this blunt and ill.<br> + Much like a press of people at a door,<br> Throng her inventions, which shall go before. </p> <p class="drama"> -At last she thus begins: “Thou worthy lord<br/> -Of that unworthy wife that greeteth thee,<br/> -Health to thy person! Next vouchsafe t’ afford,<br/> -If ever, love, thy Lucrece thou wilt see,<br/> -Some present speed to come and visit me.<br/> - So I commend me from our house in grief.<br/> +At last she thus begins: “Thou worthy lord<br> +Of that unworthy wife that greeteth thee,<br> +Health to thy person! Next vouchsafe t’ afford,<br> +If ever, love, thy Lucrece thou wilt see,<br> +Some present speed to come and visit me.<br> + So I commend me from our house in grief.<br> My woes are tedious, though my words are brief.” </p> <p class="drama"> -Here folds she up the tenor of her woe,<br/> -Her certain sorrow writ uncertainly.<br/> -By this short schedule Collatine may know<br/> -Her grief, but not her grief’s true quality;<br/> -She dares not thereof make discovery,<br/> - Lest he should hold it her own gross abuse,<br/> +Here folds she up the tenor of her woe,<br> +Her certain sorrow writ uncertainly.<br> +By this short schedule Collatine may know<br> +Her grief, but not her grief’s true quality;<br> +She dares not thereof make discovery,<br> + Lest he should hold it her own gross abuse,<br> Ere she with blood had stained her stained excuse. </p> <p class="drama"> -Besides, the life and feeling of her passion<br/> -She hoards, to spend when he is by to hear her;<br/> -When sighs and groans and tears may grace the fashion<br/> -Of her disgrace, the better so to clear her<br/> -From that suspicion which the world might bear her.<br/> - To shun this blot, she would not blot the letter<br/> +Besides, the life and feeling of her passion<br> +She hoards, to spend when he is by to hear her;<br> +When sighs and groans and tears may grace the fashion<br> +Of her disgrace, the better so to clear her<br> +From that suspicion which the world might bear her.<br> + To shun this blot, she would not blot the letter<br> With words, till action might become them better. </p> <p class="drama"> -To see sad sights moves more than hear them told,<br/> -For then the eye interprets to the ear<br/> -The heavy motion that it doth behold,<br/> -When every part a part of woe doth bear.<br/> -’Tis but a part of sorrow that we hear.<br/> - Deep sounds make lesser noise than shallow fords,<br/> +To see sad sights moves more than hear them told,<br> +For then the eye interprets to the ear<br> +The heavy motion that it doth behold,<br> +When every part a part of woe doth bear.<br> +’Tis but a part of sorrow that we hear.<br> + Deep sounds make lesser noise than shallow fords,<br> And sorrow ebbs, being blown with wind of words. </p> <p class="drama"> -Her letter now is sealed, and on it writ<br/> -“At Ardea to my lord with more than haste.”<br/> -The post attends, and she delivers it,<br/> -Charging the sour-faced groom to hie as fast<br/> -As lagging fowls before the northern blast.<br/> - Speed more than speed but dull and slow she deems;<br/> +Her letter now is sealed, and on it writ<br> +“At Ardea to my lord with more than haste.”<br> +The post attends, and she delivers it,<br> +Charging the sour-faced groom to hie as fast<br> +As lagging fowls before the northern blast.<br> + Speed more than speed but dull and slow she deems;<br> Extremely still urgeth such extremes. </p> <p class="drama"> -The homely villain curtsies to her low,<br/> -And, blushing on her with a steadfast eye,<br/> -Receives the scroll without or yea or no,<br/> -And forth with bashful innocence doth hie.<br/> -But they whose guilt within their bosoms lie<br/> - Imagine every eye beholds their blame,<br/> +The homely villain curtsies to her low,<br> +And, blushing on her with a steadfast eye,<br> +Receives the scroll without or yea or no,<br> +And forth with bashful innocence doth hie.<br> +But they whose guilt within their bosoms lie<br> + Imagine every eye beholds their blame,<br> For Lucrece thought he blushed to see her shame, </p> <p class="drama"> -When, silly groom! God wot, it was defect<br/> -Of spirit, life, and bold audacity.<br/> -Such harmless creatures have a true respect<br/> -To talk in deeds, while others saucily<br/> -Promise more speed, but do it leisurely.<br/> - Even so this pattern of the worn-out age<br/> +When, silly groom! God wot, it was defect<br> +Of spirit, life, and bold audacity.<br> +Such harmless creatures have a true respect<br> +To talk in deeds, while others saucily<br> +Promise more speed, but do it leisurely.<br> + Even so this pattern of the worn-out age<br> Pawned honest looks, but laid no words to gage. </p> <p class="drama"> -His kindled duty kindled her mistrust,<br/> -That two red fires in both their faces blazed;<br/> -She thought he blushed, as knowing Tarquin’s lust,<br/> -And, blushing with him, wistly on him gazed.<br/> -Her earnest eye did make him more amazed.<br/> - The more she saw the blood his cheeks replenish,<br/> +His kindled duty kindled her mistrust,<br> +That two red fires in both their faces blazed;<br> +She thought he blushed, as knowing Tarquin’s lust,<br> +And, blushing with him, wistly on him gazed.<br> +Her earnest eye did make him more amazed.<br> + The more she saw the blood his cheeks replenish,<br> The more she thought he spied in her some blemish. </p> <p class="drama"> -But long she thinks till he return again,<br/> -And yet the duteous vassal scarce is gone.<br/> -The weary time she cannot entertain,<br/> -For now ’tis stale to sigh, to weep, to groan;<br/> -So woe hath wearied woe, moan tired moan,<br/> - That she her plaints a little while doth stay,<br/> +But long she thinks till he return again,<br> +And yet the duteous vassal scarce is gone.<br> +The weary time she cannot entertain,<br> +For now ’tis stale to sigh, to weep, to groan;<br> +So woe hath wearied woe, moan tired moan,<br> + That she her plaints a little while doth stay,<br> Pausing for means to mourn some newer way. </p> <p class="drama"> -At last she calls to mind where hangs a piece<br/> -Of skilful painting, made for Priam’s Troy,<br/> -Before the which is drawn the power of Greece,<br/> -For Helen’s rape the city to destroy,<br/> -Threat’ning cloud-kissing Ilion with annoy;<br/> - Which the conceited painter drew so proud,<br/> +At last she calls to mind where hangs a piece<br> +Of skilful painting, made for Priam’s Troy,<br> +Before the which is drawn the power of Greece,<br> +For Helen’s rape the city to destroy,<br> +Threat’ning cloud-kissing Ilion with annoy;<br> + Which the conceited painter drew so proud,<br> As heaven, it seemed, to kiss the turrets bowed. </p> <p class="drama"> -A thousand lamentable objects there,<br/> -In scorn of Nature, Art gave lifeless life.<br/> -Many a dry drop seemed a weeping tear,<br/> -Shed for the slaughtered husband by the wife.<br/> -The red blood reeked to show the painter’s strife,<br/> - The dying eyes gleamed forth their ashy lights,<br/> +A thousand lamentable objects there,<br> +In scorn of Nature, Art gave lifeless life.<br> +Many a dry drop seemed a weeping tear,<br> +Shed for the slaughtered husband by the wife.<br> +The red blood reeked to show the painter’s strife,<br> + The dying eyes gleamed forth their ashy lights,<br> Like dying coals burnt out in tedious nights. </p> <p class="drama"> -There might you see the labouring pioneer<br/> -Begrimed with sweat and smeared all with dust;<br/> -And from the towers of Troy there would appear<br/> -The very eyes of men through loop-holes thrust,<br/> -Gazing upon the Greeks with little lust.<br/> - Such sweet observance in this work was had,<br/> +There might you see the labouring pioneer<br> +Begrimed with sweat and smeared all with dust;<br> +And from the towers of Troy there would appear<br> +The very eyes of men through loop-holes thrust,<br> +Gazing upon the Greeks with little lust.<br> + Such sweet observance in this work was had,<br> That one might see those far-off eyes look sad. </p> <p class="drama"> -In great commanders grace and majesty<br/> -You might behold, triumphing in their faces;<br/> -In youth, quick bearing and dexterity;<br/> -And here and there the painter interlaces<br/> -Pale cowards marching on with trembling paces,<br/> - Which heartless peasants did so well resemble,<br/> +In great commanders grace and majesty<br> +You might behold, triumphing in their faces;<br> +In youth, quick bearing and dexterity;<br> +And here and there the painter interlaces<br> +Pale cowards marching on with trembling paces,<br> + Which heartless peasants did so well resemble,<br> That one would swear he saw them quake and tremble. </p> <p class="drama"> -In Ajax and Ulysses, O, what art<br/> -Of physiognomy might one behold!<br/> -The face of either ciphered either’s heart;<br/> -Their face their manners most expressly told.<br/> -In Ajax’ eyes blunt rage and rigour rolled,<br/> - But the mild glance that sly Ulysses lent<br/> +In Ajax and Ulysses, O, what art<br> +Of physiognomy might one behold!<br> +The face of either ciphered either’s heart;<br> +Their face their manners most expressly told.<br> +In Ajax’ eyes blunt rage and rigour rolled,<br> + But the mild glance that sly Ulysses lent<br> Showed deep regard and smiling government. </p> <p class="drama"> -There pleading might you see grave Nestor stand,<br/> -As ’twere encouraging the Greeks to fight,<br/> -Making such sober action with his hand<br/> -That it beguiled attention, charmed the sight.<br/> -In speech, it seemed, his beard, all silver white,<br/> - Wagged up and down, and from his lips did fly<br/> +There pleading might you see grave Nestor stand,<br> +As ’twere encouraging the Greeks to fight,<br> +Making such sober action with his hand<br> +That it beguiled attention, charmed the sight.<br> +In speech, it seemed, his beard, all silver white,<br> + Wagged up and down, and from his lips did fly<br> Thin winding breath, which purled up to the sky. </p> <p class="drama"> -About him were a press of gaping faces,<br/> -Which seemed to swallow up his sound advice,<br/> -All jointly list’ning, but with several graces,<br/> -As if some mermaid did their ears entice;<br/> -Some high, some low, the painter was so nice.<br/> - The scalps of many, almost hid behind,<br/> +About him were a press of gaping faces,<br> +Which seemed to swallow up his sound advice,<br> +All jointly list’ning, but with several graces,<br> +As if some mermaid did their ears entice;<br> +Some high, some low, the painter was so nice.<br> + The scalps of many, almost hid behind,<br> To jump up higher seemed to mock the mind. </p> <p class="drama"> -Here one man’s hand leaned on another’s head,<br/> -His nose being shadowed by his neighbour’s ear;<br/> -Here one being thronged bears back, all boll’n and red;<br/> -Another smothered seems to pelt and swear;<br/> -And in their rage such signs of rage they bear<br/> - As, but for loss of Nestor’s golden words,<br/> +Here one man’s hand leaned on another’s head,<br> +His nose being shadowed by his neighbour’s ear;<br> +Here one being thronged bears back, all boll’n and red;<br> +Another smothered seems to pelt and swear;<br> +And in their rage such signs of rage they bear<br> + As, but for loss of Nestor’s golden words,<br> It seemed they would debate with angry swords. </p> <p class="drama"> -For much imaginary work was there,<br/> -Conceit deceitful, so compact, so kind,<br/> -That for Achilles’ image stood his spear<br/> -Griped in an armed hand; himself, behind,<br/> -Was left unseen, save to the eye of mind.<br/> - A hand, a foot, a face, a leg, a head,<br/> +For much imaginary work was there,<br> +Conceit deceitful, so compact, so kind,<br> +That for Achilles’ image stood his spear<br> +Griped in an armed hand; himself, behind,<br> +Was left unseen, save to the eye of mind.<br> + A hand, a foot, a face, a leg, a head,<br> Stood for the whole to be imagined. </p> <p class="drama"> -And from the walls of strong-besieged Troy,<br/> -When their brave hope, bold Hector, marched to field,<br/> -Stood many Trojan mothers, sharing joy<br/> -To see their youthful sons bright weapons wield;<br/> -And to their hope they such odd action yield<br/> - That through their light joy seemed to appear,<br/> +And from the walls of strong-besieged Troy,<br> +When their brave hope, bold Hector, marched to field,<br> +Stood many Trojan mothers, sharing joy<br> +To see their youthful sons bright weapons wield;<br> +And to their hope they such odd action yield<br> + That through their light joy seemed to appear,<br> Like bright things stained, a kind of heavy fear. </p> <p class="drama"> -And from the strand of Dardan, where they fought,<br/> -To Simois’ reedy banks the red blood ran,<br/> -Whose waves to imitate the battle sought<br/> -With swelling ridges, and their ranks began<br/> -To break upon the galled shore, and then<br/> - Retire again till, meeting greater ranks,<br/> +And from the strand of Dardan, where they fought,<br> +To Simois’ reedy banks the red blood ran,<br> +Whose waves to imitate the battle sought<br> +With swelling ridges, and their ranks began<br> +To break upon the galled shore, and then<br> + Retire again till, meeting greater ranks,<br> They join, and shoot their foam at Simois’ banks. </p> <p class="drama"> -To this well-painted piece is Lucrece come,<br/> -To find a face where all distress is stelled.<br/> -Many she sees where cares have carved some,<br/> -But none where all distress and dolour dwelled,<br/> -Till she despairing Hecuba beheld,<br/> - Staring on Priam’s wounds with her old eyes,<br/> +To this well-painted piece is Lucrece come,<br> +To find a face where all distress is stelled.<br> +Many she sees where cares have carved some,<br> +But none where all distress and dolour dwelled,<br> +Till she despairing Hecuba beheld,<br> + Staring on Priam’s wounds with her old eyes,<br> Which bleeding under Pyrrhus’ proud foot lies. </p> <p class="drama"> -In her the painter had anatomized<br/> -Time’s ruin, beauty’s wrack, and grim care’s reign.<br/> -Her cheeks with chops and wrinkles were disguised;<br/> -Of what she was no semblance did remain.<br/> -Her blue blood, changed to black in every vein,<br/> - Wanting the spring that those shrunk pipes had fed,<br/> +In her the painter had anatomized<br> +Time’s ruin, beauty’s wrack, and grim care’s reign.<br> +Her cheeks with chops and wrinkles were disguised;<br> +Of what she was no semblance did remain.<br> +Her blue blood, changed to black in every vein,<br> + Wanting the spring that those shrunk pipes had fed,<br> Showed life imprisoned in a body dead. </p> <p class="drama"> -On this sad shadow Lucrece spends her eyes,<br/> -And shapes her sorrow to the beldam’s woes,<br/> -Who nothing wants to answer her but cries<br/> -And bitter words to ban her cruel foes.<br/> -The painter was no god to lend her those,<br/> - And therefore Lucrece swears he did her wrong,<br/> +On this sad shadow Lucrece spends her eyes,<br> +And shapes her sorrow to the beldam’s woes,<br> +Who nothing wants to answer her but cries<br> +And bitter words to ban her cruel foes.<br> +The painter was no god to lend her those,<br> + And therefore Lucrece swears he did her wrong,<br> To give her so much grief, and not a tongue. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Poor instrument,” quoth she, “without a sound,<br/> -I’ll tune thy woes with my lamenting tongue,<br/> -And drop sweet balm in Priam’s painted wound,<br/> -And rail on Pyrrhus that hath done him wrong,<br/> -And with my tears quench Troy that burns so long,<br/> - And with my knife scratch out the angry eyes<br/> +“Poor instrument,” quoth she, “without a sound,<br> +I’ll tune thy woes with my lamenting tongue,<br> +And drop sweet balm in Priam’s painted wound,<br> +And rail on Pyrrhus that hath done him wrong,<br> +And with my tears quench Troy that burns so long,<br> + And with my knife scratch out the angry eyes<br> Of all the Greeks that are thine enemies. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Show me the strumpet that began this stir,<br/> -That with my nails her beauty I may tear.<br/> -Thy heat of lust, fond Paris, did incur<br/> -This load of wrath that burning Troy doth bear;<br/> -Thy eye kindled the fire that burneth here,<br/> - And here in Troy, for trespass of thine eye,<br/> +“Show me the strumpet that began this stir,<br> +That with my nails her beauty I may tear.<br> +Thy heat of lust, fond Paris, did incur<br> +This load of wrath that burning Troy doth bear;<br> +Thy eye kindled the fire that burneth here,<br> + And here in Troy, for trespass of thine eye,<br> The sire, the son, the dame, and daughter die. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Why should the private pleasure of some one<br/> -Become the public plague of many moe?<br/> -Let sin, alone committed, light alone<br/> -Upon his head that hath transgressed so;<br/> -Let guiltless souls be freed from guilty woe.<br/> - For one’s offence why should so many fall,<br/> +“Why should the private pleasure of some one<br> +Become the public plague of many moe?<br> +Let sin, alone committed, light alone<br> +Upon his head that hath transgressed so;<br> +Let guiltless souls be freed from guilty woe.<br> + For one’s offence why should so many fall,<br> To plague a private sin in general? </p> <p class="drama"> -“Lo, here weeps Hecuba, here Priam dies,<br/> -Here manly Hector faints, here Troilus swounds;<br/> -Here friend by friend in bloody channel lies,<br/> -And friend to friend gives unadvised wounds,<br/> -And one man’s lust these many lives confounds.<br/> - Had doting Priam checked his son’s desire,<br/> +“Lo, here weeps Hecuba, here Priam dies,<br> +Here manly Hector faints, here Troilus swounds;<br> +Here friend by friend in bloody channel lies,<br> +And friend to friend gives unadvised wounds,<br> +And one man’s lust these many lives confounds.<br> + Had doting Priam checked his son’s desire,<br> Troy had been bright with fame and not with fire.” </p> <p class="drama"> -Here feelingly she weeps Troy’s painted woes,<br/> -For sorrow, like a heavy-hanging bell,<br/> -Once set on ringing, with his own weight goes;<br/> -Then little strength rings out the doleful knell.<br/> -So Lucrece set a-work, sad tales doth tell<br/> - To pencilled pensiveness and coloured sorrow;<br/> +Here feelingly she weeps Troy’s painted woes,<br> +For sorrow, like a heavy-hanging bell,<br> +Once set on ringing, with his own weight goes;<br> +Then little strength rings out the doleful knell.<br> +So Lucrece set a-work, sad tales doth tell<br> + To pencilled pensiveness and coloured sorrow;<br> She lends them words, and she their looks doth borrow. </p> <p class="drama"> -She throws her eyes about the painting round,<br/> -And who she finds forlorn she doth lament.<br/> -At last she sees a wretched image bound,<br/> -That piteous looks to Phrygian shepherds lent.<br/> -His face, though full of cares, yet showed content;<br/> - Onward to Troy with the blunt swains he goes,<br/> +She throws her eyes about the painting round,<br> +And who she finds forlorn she doth lament.<br> +At last she sees a wretched image bound,<br> +That piteous looks to Phrygian shepherds lent.<br> +His face, though full of cares, yet showed content;<br> + Onward to Troy with the blunt swains he goes,<br> So mild, that patience seemed to scorn his woes. </p> <p class="drama"> -In him the painter laboured with his skill<br/> -To hide deceit and give the harmless show<br/> -An humble gait, calm looks, eyes wailing still,<br/> -A brow unbent that seemed to welcome woe,<br/> -Cheeks neither red nor pale, but mingled so<br/> - That blushing red no guilty instance gave,<br/> +In him the painter laboured with his skill<br> +To hide deceit and give the harmless show<br> +An humble gait, calm looks, eyes wailing still,<br> +A brow unbent that seemed to welcome woe,<br> +Cheeks neither red nor pale, but mingled so<br> + That blushing red no guilty instance gave,<br> Nor ashy pale the fear that false hearts have. </p> <p class="drama"> -But, like a constant and confirmed devil,<br/> -He entertained a show so seeming just,<br/> -And therein so ensconced his secret evil,<br/> -That jealousy itself could not mistrust<br/> -False-creeping craft and perjury should thrust<br/> - Into so bright a day such black-faced storms,<br/> +But, like a constant and confirmed devil,<br> +He entertained a show so seeming just,<br> +And therein so ensconced his secret evil,<br> +That jealousy itself could not mistrust<br> +False-creeping craft and perjury should thrust<br> + Into so bright a day such black-faced storms,<br> Or blot with hell-born sin such saint-like forms. </p> <p class="drama"> -The well-skilled workman this mild image drew<br/> -For perjured Sinon, whose enchanting story<br/> -The credulous Old Priam after slew;<br/> -Whose words like wildfire burnt the shining glory<br/> -Of rich-built Ilion, that the skies were sorry,<br/> - And little stars shot from their fixed places,<br/> +The well-skilled workman this mild image drew<br> +For perjured Sinon, whose enchanting story<br> +The credulous Old Priam after slew;<br> +Whose words like wildfire burnt the shining glory<br> +Of rich-built Ilion, that the skies were sorry,<br> + And little stars shot from their fixed places,<br> When their glass fell wherein they viewed their faces. </p> <p class="drama"> -This picture she advisedly perused,<br/> -And chid the painter for his wondrous skill,<br/> -Saying some shape in Sinon’s was abused;<br/> -So fair a form lodged not a mind so ill.<br/> -And still on him she gazed, and gazing still,<br/> - Such signs of truth in his plain face she spied,<br/> +This picture she advisedly perused,<br> +And chid the painter for his wondrous skill,<br> +Saying some shape in Sinon’s was abused;<br> +So fair a form lodged not a mind so ill.<br> +And still on him she gazed, and gazing still,<br> + Such signs of truth in his plain face she spied,<br> That she concludes the picture was belied. </p> <p class="drama"> -“It cannot be,” quoth she, “that so much guile”—<br/> -She would have said “can lurk in such a look.”<br/> -But Tarquin’s shape came in her mind the while,<br/> -And from her tongue “can lurk” from “cannot” took.<br/> -“It cannot be” she in that sense forsook,<br/> - And turned it thus: “It cannot be, I find,<br/> +“It cannot be,” quoth she, “that so much guile”—<br> +She would have said “can lurk in such a look.”<br> +But Tarquin’s shape came in her mind the while,<br> +And from her tongue “can lurk” from “cannot” took.<br> +“It cannot be” she in that sense forsook,<br> + And turned it thus: “It cannot be, I find,<br> But such a face should bear a wicked mind. </p> <p class="drama"> -“For even as subtle Sinon here is painted,<br/> -So sober-sad, so weary, and so mild,<br/> -As if with grief or travail he had fainted,<br/> -To me came Tarquin armed too, beguiled<br/> -With outward honesty, but yet defiled<br/> - With inward vice. As Priam him did cherish,<br/> +“For even as subtle Sinon here is painted,<br> +So sober-sad, so weary, and so mild,<br> +As if with grief or travail he had fainted,<br> +To me came Tarquin armed too, beguiled<br> +With outward honesty, but yet defiled<br> + With inward vice. As Priam him did cherish,<br> So did I Tarquin; so my Troy did perish. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Look, look, how listening Priam wets his eyes,<br/> -To see those borrowed tears that Sinon sheds!<br/> -Priam, why art thou old and yet not wise?<br/> -For every tear he falls a Trojan bleeds.<br/> -His eye drops fire, no water thence proceeds;<br/> - Those round clear pearls of his that move thy pity,<br/> +“Look, look, how listening Priam wets his eyes,<br> +To see those borrowed tears that Sinon sheds!<br> +Priam, why art thou old and yet not wise?<br> +For every tear he falls a Trojan bleeds.<br> +His eye drops fire, no water thence proceeds;<br> + Those round clear pearls of his that move thy pity,<br> Are balls of quenchless fire to burn thy city. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Such devils steal effects from lightless hell,<br/> -For Sinon in his fire doth quake with cold,<br/> -And in that cold hot-burning fire doth dwell.<br/> -These contraries such unity do hold,<br/> -Only to flatter fools and make them bold;<br/> - So Priam’s trust false Sinon’s tears doth flatter,<br/> +“Such devils steal effects from lightless hell,<br> +For Sinon in his fire doth quake with cold,<br> +And in that cold hot-burning fire doth dwell.<br> +These contraries such unity do hold,<br> +Only to flatter fools and make them bold;<br> + So Priam’s trust false Sinon’s tears doth flatter,<br> That he finds means to burn his Troy with water.” </p> <p class="drama"> -Here, all enraged, such passion her assails,<br/> -That patience is quite beaten from her breast.<br/> -She tears the senseless Sinon with her nails,<br/> -Comparing him to that unhappy guest<br/> -Whose deed hath made herself herself detest.<br/> - At last she smilingly with this gives o’er;<br/> +Here, all enraged, such passion her assails,<br> +That patience is quite beaten from her breast.<br> +She tears the senseless Sinon with her nails,<br> +Comparing him to that unhappy guest<br> +Whose deed hath made herself herself detest.<br> + At last she smilingly with this gives o’er;<br> “Fool, fool!” quoth she, “his wounds will not be sore.” </p> <p class="drama"> -Thus ebbs and flows the current of her sorrow,<br/> -And time doth weary time with her complaining.<br/> -She looks for night, and then she longs for morrow,<br/> -And both she thinks too long with her remaining.<br/> -Short time seems long in sorrow’s sharp sustaining.<br/> - Though woe be heavy, yet it seldom sleeps,<br/> +Thus ebbs and flows the current of her sorrow,<br> +And time doth weary time with her complaining.<br> +She looks for night, and then she longs for morrow,<br> +And both she thinks too long with her remaining.<br> +Short time seems long in sorrow’s sharp sustaining.<br> + Though woe be heavy, yet it seldom sleeps,<br> And they that watch see time how slow it creeps. </p> <p class="drama"> -Which all this time hath overslipped her thought,<br/> -That she with painted images hath spent,<br/> -Being from the feeling of her own grief brought<br/> -By deep surmise of others’ detriment,<br/> -Losing her woes in shows of discontent.<br/> - It easeth some, though none it ever cured,<br/> +Which all this time hath overslipped her thought,<br> +That she with painted images hath spent,<br> +Being from the feeling of her own grief brought<br> +By deep surmise of others’ detriment,<br> +Losing her woes in shows of discontent.<br> + It easeth some, though none it ever cured,<br> To think their dolour others have endured. </p> <p class="drama"> -But now the mindful messenger, come back,<br/> -Brings home his lord and other company;<br/> -Who finds his Lucrece clad in mourning black,<br/> -And round about her tear-distained eye<br/> -Blue circles streamed, like rainbows in the sky.<br/> - These water-galls in her dim element<br/> +But now the mindful messenger, come back,<br> +Brings home his lord and other company;<br> +Who finds his Lucrece clad in mourning black,<br> +And round about her tear-distained eye<br> +Blue circles streamed, like rainbows in the sky.<br> + These water-galls in her dim element<br> Foretell new storms to those already spent. </p> <p class="drama"> -Which when her sad-beholding husband saw,<br/> -Amazedly in her sad face he stares.<br/> -Her eyes, though sod in tears, looked red and raw,<br/> -Her lively colour killed with deadly cares.<br/> -He hath no power to ask her how she fares;<br/> - Both stood like old acquaintance in a trance,<br/> +Which when her sad-beholding husband saw,<br> +Amazedly in her sad face he stares.<br> +Her eyes, though sod in tears, looked red and raw,<br> +Her lively colour killed with deadly cares.<br> +He hath no power to ask her how she fares;<br> + Both stood like old acquaintance in a trance,<br> Met far from home, wond’ring each other’s chance. </p> <p class="drama"> -At last he takes her by the bloodless hand,<br/> -And thus begins: “What uncouth ill event<br/> -Hath thee befall’n, that thou dost trembling stand?<br/> -Sweet love, what spite hath thy fair colour spent?<br/> -Why art thou thus attired in discontent?<br/> - Unmask, dear dear, this moody heaviness,<br/> +At last he takes her by the bloodless hand,<br> +And thus begins: “What uncouth ill event<br> +Hath thee befall’n, that thou dost trembling stand?<br> +Sweet love, what spite hath thy fair colour spent?<br> +Why art thou thus attired in discontent?<br> + Unmask, dear dear, this moody heaviness,<br> And tell thy grief, that we may give redress.” </p> <p class="drama"> -Three times with sighs she gives her sorrow fire,<br/> -Ere once she can discharge one word of woe.<br/> -At length addressed to answer his desire,<br/> -She modestly prepares to let them know<br/> -Her honour is ta’en prisoner by the foe;<br/> - While Collatine and his consorted lords<br/> +Three times with sighs she gives her sorrow fire,<br> +Ere once she can discharge one word of woe.<br> +At length addressed to answer his desire,<br> +She modestly prepares to let them know<br> +Her honour is ta’en prisoner by the foe;<br> + While Collatine and his consorted lords<br> With sad attention long to hear her words. </p> <p class="drama"> -And now this pale swan in her wat’ry nest<br/> -Begins the sad dirge of her certain ending:<br/> -“Few words,” quoth she, “shall fit the trespass best,<br/> -Where no excuse can give the fault amending.<br/> -In me more woes than words are now depending;<br/> - And my laments would be drawn out too long,<br/> +And now this pale swan in her wat’ry nest<br> +Begins the sad dirge of her certain ending:<br> +“Few words,” quoth she, “shall fit the trespass best,<br> +Where no excuse can give the fault amending.<br> +In me more woes than words are now depending;<br> + And my laments would be drawn out too long,<br> To tell them all with one poor tired tongue. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Then be this all the task it hath to say:<br/> -Dear husband, in the interest of thy bed<br/> -A stranger came, and on that pillow lay<br/> -Where thou wast wont to rest thy weary head;<br/> -And what wrong else may be imagined<br/> - By foul enforcement might be done to me,<br/> +“Then be this all the task it hath to say:<br> +Dear husband, in the interest of thy bed<br> +A stranger came, and on that pillow lay<br> +Where thou wast wont to rest thy weary head;<br> +And what wrong else may be imagined<br> + By foul enforcement might be done to me,<br> From that, alas, thy Lucrece is not free. </p> <p class="drama"> -“For in the dreadful dead of dark midnight,<br/> -With shining falchion in my chamber came<br/> -A creeping creature with a flaming light,<br/> -And softly cried ‘Awake, thou Roman dame,<br/> -And entertain my love; else lasting shame<br/> - On thee and thine this night I will inflict,<br/> +“For in the dreadful dead of dark midnight,<br> +With shining falchion in my chamber came<br> +A creeping creature with a flaming light,<br> +And softly cried ‘Awake, thou Roman dame,<br> +And entertain my love; else lasting shame<br> + On thee and thine this night I will inflict,<br> If thou my love’s desire do contradict. </p> <p class="drama"> -“‘For some hard-favoured groom of thine,’ quoth he,<br/> -‘Unless thou yoke thy liking to my will,<br/> -I’ll murder straight, and then I’ll slaughter thee<br/> -And swear I found you where you did fulfil<br/> -The loathsome act of lust, and so did kill<br/> - The lechers in their deed. This act will be<br/> +“‘For some hard-favoured groom of thine,’ quoth he,<br> +‘Unless thou yoke thy liking to my will,<br> +I’ll murder straight, and then I’ll slaughter thee<br> +And swear I found you where you did fulfil<br> +The loathsome act of lust, and so did kill<br> + The lechers in their deed. This act will be<br> My fame and thy perpetual infamy.’ </p> <p class="drama"> -“With this, I did begin to start and cry,<br/> -And then against my heart he sets his sword,<br/> -Swearing, unless I took all patiently,<br/> -I should not live to speak another word;<br/> -So should my shame still rest upon record,<br/> - And never be forgot in mighty Rome<br/> +“With this, I did begin to start and cry,<br> +And then against my heart he sets his sword,<br> +Swearing, unless I took all patiently,<br> +I should not live to speak another word;<br> +So should my shame still rest upon record,<br> + And never be forgot in mighty Rome<br> The adulterate death of Lucrece and her groom. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Mine enemy was strong, my poor self weak,<br/> -And far the weaker with so strong a fear.<br/> -My bloody judge forbade my tongue to speak;<br/> -No rightful plea might plead for justice there.<br/> -His scarlet lust came evidence to swear<br/> - That my poor beauty had purloined his eyes;<br/> +“Mine enemy was strong, my poor self weak,<br> +And far the weaker with so strong a fear.<br> +My bloody judge forbade my tongue to speak;<br> +No rightful plea might plead for justice there.<br> +His scarlet lust came evidence to swear<br> + That my poor beauty had purloined his eyes;<br> And when the judge is robbed, the prisoner dies. </p> <p class="drama"> -“O, teach me how to make mine own excuse,<br/> -Or at the least, this refuge let me find:<br/> -Though my gross blood be stained with this abuse,<br/> -Immaculate and spotless is my mind;<br/> -That was not forced; that never was inclined<br/> - To accessary yieldings, but still pure<br/> +“O, teach me how to make mine own excuse,<br> +Or at the least, this refuge let me find:<br> +Though my gross blood be stained with this abuse,<br> +Immaculate and spotless is my mind;<br> +That was not forced; that never was inclined<br> + To accessary yieldings, but still pure<br> Doth in her poisoned closet yet endure.” </p> <p class="drama"> -Lo, here the hopeless merchant of this loss,<br/> -With head declined and voice dammed up with woe,<br/> -With sad set eyes and wretched arms across,<br/> -From lips new-waxen pale begins to blow<br/> -The grief away that stops his answer so.<br/> - But wretched as he is, he strives in vain;<br/> +Lo, here the hopeless merchant of this loss,<br> +With head declined and voice dammed up with woe,<br> +With sad set eyes and wretched arms across,<br> +From lips new-waxen pale begins to blow<br> +The grief away that stops his answer so.<br> + But wretched as he is, he strives in vain;<br> What he breathes out his breath drinks up again. </p> <p class="drama"> -As through an arch the violent roaring tide<br/> -Outruns the eye that doth behold his haste,<br/> -Yet in the eddy boundeth in his pride<br/> -Back to the strait that forced him on so fast,<br/> -In rage sent out, recalled in rage, being past:<br/> - Even so his sighs, his sorrows make a saw,<br/> +As through an arch the violent roaring tide<br> +Outruns the eye that doth behold his haste,<br> +Yet in the eddy boundeth in his pride<br> +Back to the strait that forced him on so fast,<br> +In rage sent out, recalled in rage, being past:<br> + Even so his sighs, his sorrows make a saw,<br> To push grief on, and back the same grief draw. </p> <p class="drama"> -Which speechless woe of his poor she attendeth,<br/> -And his untimely frenzy thus awaketh:<br/> -“Dear lord, thy sorrow to my sorrow lendeth<br/> -Another power; no flood by raining slaketh.<br/> -My woe too sensible thy passion maketh<br/> - More feeling-painful. Let it then suffice<br/> +Which speechless woe of his poor she attendeth,<br> +And his untimely frenzy thus awaketh:<br> +“Dear lord, thy sorrow to my sorrow lendeth<br> +Another power; no flood by raining slaketh.<br> +My woe too sensible thy passion maketh<br> + More feeling-painful. Let it then suffice<br> To drown one woe, one pair of weeping eyes. </p> <p class="drama"> -“And for my sake, when I might charm thee so,<br/> -For she that was thy Lucrece, now attend me:<br/> -Be suddenly revenged on my foe,<br/> -Thine, mine, his own. Suppose thou dost defend me<br/> -From what is past. The help that thou shalt lend me<br/> - Comes all too late, yet let the traitor die,<br/> +“And for my sake, when I might charm thee so,<br> +For she that was thy Lucrece, now attend me:<br> +Be suddenly revenged on my foe,<br> +Thine, mine, his own. Suppose thou dost defend me<br> +From what is past. The help that thou shalt lend me<br> + Comes all too late, yet let the traitor die,<br> For sparing justice feeds iniquity. </p> <p class="drama"> -“But ere I name him, you fair lords,” quoth she,<br/> -Speaking to those that came with Collatine,<br/> -“Shall plight your honourable faiths to me,<br/> -With swift pursuit to venge this wrong of mine;<br/> -For ’tis a meritorious fair design<br/> - To chase injustice with revengeful arms.<br/> +“But ere I name him, you fair lords,” quoth she,<br> +Speaking to those that came with Collatine,<br> +“Shall plight your honourable faiths to me,<br> +With swift pursuit to venge this wrong of mine;<br> +For ’tis a meritorious fair design<br> + To chase injustice with revengeful arms.<br> Knights, by their oaths, should right poor ladies’ harms.” </p> <p class="drama"> -At this request, with noble disposition<br/> -Each present lord began to promise aid,<br/> -As bound in knighthood to her imposition,<br/> -Longing to hear the hateful foe bewrayed.<br/> -But she, that yet her sad task hath not said,<br/> - The protestation stops. “O, speak,” quoth she,<br/> +At this request, with noble disposition<br> +Each present lord began to promise aid,<br> +As bound in knighthood to her imposition,<br> +Longing to hear the hateful foe bewrayed.<br> +But she, that yet her sad task hath not said,<br> + The protestation stops. “O, speak,” quoth she,<br> “How may this forced stain be wiped from me? </p> <p class="drama"> -“What is the quality of my offence,<br/> -Being constrained with dreadful circumstance?<br/> -May my pure mind with the foul act dispense,<br/> -My low-declined honour to advance?<br/> -May any terms acquit me from this chance?<br/> - The poisoned fountain clears itself again,<br/> +“What is the quality of my offence,<br> +Being constrained with dreadful circumstance?<br> +May my pure mind with the foul act dispense,<br> +My low-declined honour to advance?<br> +May any terms acquit me from this chance?<br> + The poisoned fountain clears itself again,<br> And why not I from this compelled stain? </p> <p class="drama"> -With this, they all at once began to say,<br/> -Her body’s stain her mind untainted clears,<br/> -While with a joyless smile she turns away<br/> -The face, that map which deep impression bears<br/> -Of hard misfortune, carved in it with tears.<br/> - “No, no,” quoth she, “no dame, hereafter living<br/> +With this, they all at once began to say,<br> +Her body’s stain her mind untainted clears,<br> +While with a joyless smile she turns away<br> +The face, that map which deep impression bears<br> +Of hard misfortune, carved in it with tears.<br> + “No, no,” quoth she, “no dame, hereafter living<br> By my excuse shall claim excuse’s giving.” </p> <p class="drama"> -Here with a sigh, as if her heart would break,<br/> -She throws forth Tarquin’s name: “He, he,” she says,<br/> -But more than “he” her poor tongue could not speak;<br/> -Till after many accents and delays,<br/> -Untimely breathings, sick and short assays,<br/> - She utters this: “He, he, fair lords, ’tis he,<br/> +Here with a sigh, as if her heart would break,<br> +She throws forth Tarquin’s name: “He, he,” she says,<br> +But more than “he” her poor tongue could not speak;<br> +Till after many accents and delays,<br> +Untimely breathings, sick and short assays,<br> + She utters this: “He, he, fair lords, ’tis he,<br> That guides this hand to give this wound to me.” </p> <p class="drama"> -Even here she sheathed in her harmless breast<br/> -A harmful knife, that thence her soul unsheathed.<br/> -That blow did bail it from the deep unrest<br/> -Of that polluted prison where it breathed.<br/> -Her contrite sighs unto the clouds bequeathed<br/> - Her winged sprite, and through her wounds doth fly<br/> +Even here she sheathed in her harmless breast<br> +A harmful knife, that thence her soul unsheathed.<br> +That blow did bail it from the deep unrest<br> +Of that polluted prison where it breathed.<br> +Her contrite sighs unto the clouds bequeathed<br> + Her winged sprite, and through her wounds doth fly<br> Life’s lasting date from cancelled destiny. </p> <p class="drama"> -Stone-still, astonished with this deadly deed,<br/> -Stood Collatine and all his lordly crew,<br/> -Till Lucrece’ father that beholds her bleed,<br/> -Himself on her self-slaughtered body threw,<br/> -And from the purple fountain Brutus drew<br/> - The murd’rous knife, and, as it left the place,<br/> +Stone-still, astonished with this deadly deed,<br> +Stood Collatine and all his lordly crew,<br> +Till Lucrece’ father that beholds her bleed,<br> +Himself on her self-slaughtered body threw,<br> +And from the purple fountain Brutus drew<br> + The murd’rous knife, and, as it left the place,<br> Her blood, in poor revenge, held it in chase; </p> <p class="drama"> -And bubbling from her breast, it doth divide<br/> -In two slow rivers, that the crimson blood<br/> -Circles her body in on every side,<br/> -Who, like a late-sacked island, vastly stood<br/> -Bare and unpeopled in this fearful flood.<br/> - Some of her blood still pure and red remained,<br/> +And bubbling from her breast, it doth divide<br> +In two slow rivers, that the crimson blood<br> +Circles her body in on every side,<br> +Who, like a late-sacked island, vastly stood<br> +Bare and unpeopled in this fearful flood.<br> + Some of her blood still pure and red remained,<br> And some looked black, and that false Tarquin stained. </p> <p class="drama"> -About the mourning and congealed face<br/> -Of that black blood a wat’ry rigol goes,<br/> -Which seems to weep upon the tainted place;<br/> -And ever since, as pitying Lucrece’ woes,<br/> -Corrupted blood some watery token shows,<br/> - And blood untainted still doth red abide,<br/> +About the mourning and congealed face<br> +Of that black blood a wat’ry rigol goes,<br> +Which seems to weep upon the tainted place;<br> +And ever since, as pitying Lucrece’ woes,<br> +Corrupted blood some watery token shows,<br> + And blood untainted still doth red abide,<br> Blushing at that which is so putrified. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Daughter, dear daughter,” old Lucretius cries,<br/> -“That life was mine which thou hast here deprived.<br/> -If in the child the father’s image lies,<br/> -Where shall I live now Lucrece is unlived?<br/> -Thou wast not to this end from me derived.<br/> - If children predecease progenitors,<br/> +“Daughter, dear daughter,” old Lucretius cries,<br> +“That life was mine which thou hast here deprived.<br> +If in the child the father’s image lies,<br> +Where shall I live now Lucrece is unlived?<br> +Thou wast not to this end from me derived.<br> + If children predecease progenitors,<br> We are their offspring, and they none of ours. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Poor broken glass, I often did behold<br/> -In thy sweet semblance my old age new born;<br/> -But now that fair fresh mirror, dim and old,<br/> -Shows me a bare-boned death by time outworn.<br/> -O, from thy cheeks my image thou hast torn,<br/> - And shivered all the beauty of my glass,<br/> +“Poor broken glass, I often did behold<br> +In thy sweet semblance my old age new born;<br> +But now that fair fresh mirror, dim and old,<br> +Shows me a bare-boned death by time outworn.<br> +O, from thy cheeks my image thou hast torn,<br> + And shivered all the beauty of my glass,<br> That I no more can see what once I was! </p> <p class="drama"> -“O time, cease thou thy course and last no longer,<br/> -If they surcease to be that should survive!<br/> -Shall rotten death make conquest of the stronger,<br/> -And leave the falt’ring feeble souls alive?<br/> -The old bees die, the young possess their hive.<br/> - Then live, sweet Lucrece, live again and see<br/> +“O time, cease thou thy course and last no longer,<br> +If they surcease to be that should survive!<br> +Shall rotten death make conquest of the stronger,<br> +And leave the falt’ring feeble souls alive?<br> +The old bees die, the young possess their hive.<br> + Then live, sweet Lucrece, live again and see<br> Thy father die, and not thy father thee!” </p> <p class="drama"> -By this starts Collatine as from a dream,<br/> -And bids Lucretius give his sorrow place;<br/> -And then in key-cold Lucrece’ bleeding stream<br/> -He falls, and bathes the pale fear in his face,<br/> -And counterfeits to die with her a space;<br/> - Till manly shame bids him possess his breath,<br/> +By this starts Collatine as from a dream,<br> +And bids Lucretius give his sorrow place;<br> +And then in key-cold Lucrece’ bleeding stream<br> +He falls, and bathes the pale fear in his face,<br> +And counterfeits to die with her a space;<br> + Till manly shame bids him possess his breath,<br> And live to be revenged on her death. </p> <p class="drama"> -The deep vexation of his inward soul<br/> -Hath served a dumb arrest upon his tongue;<br/> -Who, mad that sorrow should his use control<br/> -Or keep him from heart-easing words so long,<br/> -Begins to talk; but through his lips do throng<br/> - Weak words, so thick come in his poor heart’s aid<br/> +The deep vexation of his inward soul<br> +Hath served a dumb arrest upon his tongue;<br> +Who, mad that sorrow should his use control<br> +Or keep him from heart-easing words so long,<br> +Begins to talk; but through his lips do throng<br> + Weak words, so thick come in his poor heart’s aid<br> That no man could distinguish what he said. </p> <p class="drama"> -Yet sometime “Tarquin” was pronounced plain,<br/> -But through his teeth, as if the name he tore.<br/> -This windy tempest, till it blow up rain,<br/> -Held back his sorrow’s tide, to make it more.<br/> -At last it rains, and busy winds give o’er.<br/> - Then son and father weep with equal strife<br/> +Yet sometime “Tarquin” was pronounced plain,<br> +But through his teeth, as if the name he tore.<br> +This windy tempest, till it blow up rain,<br> +Held back his sorrow’s tide, to make it more.<br> +At last it rains, and busy winds give o’er.<br> + Then son and father weep with equal strife<br> Who should weep most, for daughter or for wife. </p> <p class="drama"> -The one doth call her his, the other his,<br/> -Yet neither may possess the claim they lay,<br/> -The father says “She’s mine.” “O, mine she is,”<br/> -Replies her husband. “Do not take away<br/> -My sorrow’s interest; let no mourner say<br/> - He weeps for her, for she was only mine,<br/> +The one doth call her his, the other his,<br> +Yet neither may possess the claim they lay,<br> +The father says “She’s mine.” “O, mine she is,”<br> +Replies her husband. “Do not take away<br> +My sorrow’s interest; let no mourner say<br> + He weeps for her, for she was only mine,<br> And only must be wailed by Collatine.” </p> <p class="drama"> -“O,” quoth Lucretius, “I did give that life<br/> -Which she too early and too late hath spilled.”<br/> -“Woe, woe,” quoth Collatine, “she was my wife,<br/> -I owed her, and ’tis mine that she hath killed.”<br/> -“My daughter” and “my wife” with clamours filled<br/> - The dispersed air, who, holding Lucrece’ life,<br/> +“O,” quoth Lucretius, “I did give that life<br> +Which she too early and too late hath spilled.”<br> +“Woe, woe,” quoth Collatine, “she was my wife,<br> +I owed her, and ’tis mine that she hath killed.”<br> +“My daughter” and “my wife” with clamours filled<br> + The dispersed air, who, holding Lucrece’ life,<br> Answered their cries, “my daughter” and “my wife”. </p> <p class="drama"> -Brutus, who plucked the knife from Lucrece’ side,<br/> -Seeing such emulation in their woe,<br/> -Began to clothe his wit in state and pride,<br/> -Burying in Lucrece’ wound his folly’s show.<br/> -He with the Romans was esteemed so<br/> - As silly jeering idiots are with kings,<br/> +Brutus, who plucked the knife from Lucrece’ side,<br> +Seeing such emulation in their woe,<br> +Began to clothe his wit in state and pride,<br> +Burying in Lucrece’ wound his folly’s show.<br> +He with the Romans was esteemed so<br> + As silly jeering idiots are with kings,<br> For sportive words and utt’ring foolish things. </p> <p class="drama"> -But now he throws that shallow habit by,<br/> -Wherein deep policy did him disguise,<br/> -And armed his long-hid wits advisedly,<br/> -To check the tears in Collatinus’ eyes.<br/> -“Thou wronged lord of Rome,” quoth he, “arise!<br/> - Let my unsounded self, supposed a fool,<br/> +But now he throws that shallow habit by,<br> +Wherein deep policy did him disguise,<br> +And armed his long-hid wits advisedly,<br> +To check the tears in Collatinus’ eyes.<br> +“Thou wronged lord of Rome,” quoth he, “arise!<br> + Let my unsounded self, supposed a fool,<br> Now set thy long-experienced wit to school. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Why, Collatine, is woe the cure for woe?<br/> -Do wounds help wounds, or grief help grievous deeds?<br/> -Is it revenge to give thyself a blow<br/> -For his foul act by whom thy fair wife bleeds?<br/> -Such childish humour from weak minds proceeds.<br/> - Thy wretched wife mistook the matter so,<br/> +“Why, Collatine, is woe the cure for woe?<br> +Do wounds help wounds, or grief help grievous deeds?<br> +Is it revenge to give thyself a blow<br> +For his foul act by whom thy fair wife bleeds?<br> +Such childish humour from weak minds proceeds.<br> + Thy wretched wife mistook the matter so,<br> To slay herself, that should have slain her foe. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Courageous Roman, do not steep thy heart<br/> -In such relenting dew of lamentations,<br/> -But kneel with me, and help to bear thy part<br/> -To rouse our Roman gods with invocations,<br/> -That they will suffer these abominations,—<br/> - Since Rome herself in them doth stand disgraced,—<br/> +“Courageous Roman, do not steep thy heart<br> +In such relenting dew of lamentations,<br> +But kneel with me, and help to bear thy part<br> +To rouse our Roman gods with invocations,<br> +That they will suffer these abominations,—<br> + Since Rome herself in them doth stand disgraced,—<br> By our strong arms from forth her fair streets chased. </p> <p class="drama"> -“Now, by the Capitol that we adore,<br/> -And by this chaste blood so unjustly stained,<br/> -By heaven’s fair sun that breeds the fat earth’s store,<br/> -By all our country rights in Rome maintained,<br/> -And by chaste Lucrece’ soul that late complained<br/> - Her wrongs to us, and by this bloody knife,<br/> +“Now, by the Capitol that we adore,<br> +And by this chaste blood so unjustly stained,<br> +By heaven’s fair sun that breeds the fat earth’s store,<br> +By all our country rights in Rome maintained,<br> +And by chaste Lucrece’ soul that late complained<br> + Her wrongs to us, and by this bloody knife,<br> We will revenge the death of this true wife.” </p> <p class="drama"> -This said, he struck his hand upon his breast,<br/> -And kissed the fatal knife, to end his vow;<br/> -And to his protestation urged the rest,<br/> -Who, wond’ring at him, did his words allow.<br/> -Then jointly to the ground their knees they bow,<br/> - And that deep vow which Brutus made before,<br/> +This said, he struck his hand upon his breast,<br> +And kissed the fatal knife, to end his vow;<br> +And to his protestation urged the rest,<br> +Who, wond’ring at him, did his words allow.<br> +Then jointly to the ground their knees they bow,<br> + And that deep vow which Brutus made before,<br> He doth again repeat, and that they swore. </p> <p class="drama"> -When they had sworn to this advised doom,<br/> -They did conclude to bear dead Lucrece thence,<br/> -To show her bleeding body thorough Rome,<br/> -And so to publish Tarquin’s foul offence;<br/> -Which being done with speedy diligence,<br/> - 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