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To set forth that which is so singular ? But, poorly rich, so wanteth in his store,
That cloy'd with much, he pineth still for more. of that rich jewel he should keep unknown
But she, that never cop'd with stranger eyes, From thievish ears, because it is bis own?
Could pick no meaning from their parling looks, Perchance his boast of Lucrece' sovereignty Nor read the subtle-shining secrecies Suggested this proud issue of a king; Writ in the glassy margents of such books; For by our ears our hearts oft tainted be, She touch'd no unknowu baits, nor fear'd no Perchance that envy of so rich a thing,
hooks; Braving compare, disdainfully did sting Nor could she moralize his wanton sight, His high-pitch'd thoughts, that meaner men More than his eyes were open'd to the light. should vaunt
He stories to her ears her husband's fame, That golden hap which their superiors want. Won in the fields of fruitful Italy; But some untimely thought did instigate
And decks with praises Collatine's high name, His all-too-timeless speed, if none of those : Made glorious by his manly chivalry His honour, his affairs, his friends, his state,
With bruised arms and wreaths of victory ; Neglected all, with swift intent he goes
Her joy with heav'd-up hand she doth express, To quench the coal which in his liver glows. And worldless so, greets heaven for his success. () rash-false heat, wrapt in repentant cold, For from the purpose of his coming thither, Thy hasty spring still blasts,and ne'er growsold. He makes excuses for his being there. When at Collatium this false lord arriv'd,
No cloudy show of stormy blustering weather Well was he welcom'd by the Roman dame,
Doth yet in his fair welkin once appear: Within whose face beauty and virtue striv'd
Till sable Night, mother of Dread and Fear, Which of them both should underprop her fame: Upon the world dim darkness doth display, When virtue bragg’d, beauty would blush for And in her vaulty prison stows the day. shame;
For then is Tarquin brought unto his bed, When beauty boasted blushes, in despite Intending weariness with heavy spright; Virtue would stain that o'er with silver white For, after supper, long he questioned
With modest Lucrece, and wore out the night. But beauty, in that white intituled, [field: Now leaden slumber with life's strength doth From Venus' doves doth challenge that fair Then virtue claims from beauty beauty's red, And every one to rest himself betakes,
fight; Which virtue gave the golden age to gild
Save thieves, and cares, and troubled minds, Their silver cheeks, and call'd it then their
that wakes. shield; Teaching them thus to use it in the fight,-- As one of which doth Tarquin lie revolving When shame assail'd, the red should fence the The sundry dangers of his will's obtaining; white,
Yet ever to obtain his will resolving, This heraldry in Lucrece' face was seen,
Though weak-built hopes persuade him to abArgued by beauty's red, and virtue's white.
staining: Of either colour was the other queen,
Despair to gain, doth traffic oft for gaining;
And when great treasure is the meed propos'd, Proving from world's minority their right: Yet their ambition makes them still to fight; Though death be adjunct, there's no death supThe sovereignty of either being so great,
pos'd. That oft they interchange each other's seat. Those that much covet, are with gain so fond,
That what they have not, that which they pos This silent war of lilies and of roses,
sess, Which Tarquin view'd in her fair face's field, They scatter and unloose it from their bond, In their pure ranks his traitor eye encloses;
so, by hoping more, they have but less; killid,
Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain, The coward captive vanquished doth yield
That they prove bankrupt in this poor-rich gain. To those two armies, that would let him go,
The aim of all is but to nurse the life Rather than triumph in so false a foe.
With honour, wealth, and ease, in waning age; Now thinks he that her husband's shallow And in this aim there is such thwarting strife, tongue
That one for all, or all for one we gage; (The niggard prodigal that prais'd her so) As life for honour, in fell battles' rage; (cost In that high task hath done her beauty wrong, Honour for wealth; and oft that wealth doth Which far exceeds his barren skill to shew:
The death of all, and altogether lost. Therefore that praise which Collatine doth owe, so that in vent'ring ill, we leave to be Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise,
The things we are for that which we expect; In silent wonder of still-gazing eyes.
And this ambitions foul infirmity, This earthly saint, adored by this devil, In having much, torments us with defect Little suspecteth the false worshipper; of that we have: so then we do neglect Forunstain'd thoughts do seldom dream on evil; The thing we have; and, all for want of wit, Birds never lim'd no secret bushes fear : Make something nothing, by augmenting it. So guiltless she securely gives good cheer
Snch hazard now must doting 'Tarquin make, And reverend welcome to her princely guest, Whose inward ill do outward harm express'd: And, for himself, himself he must forsake :
Pawning his hononr to obtain his lust: For that he colour'd with his high estate, Then where is truth, if there be no self-trust? Hiding base sin in plaits of majesty ;
When shall he think to find a stranger just, That nothing in him seem'd inordinate, When he himself himself confounds, betrays Save sometime too much wonder of his eye, To slanderous tongues, and wretched hateful Which, having all, all could not satisfy;
Now stole upon the time the dead of night, Had Collatinus kill'd my son or sire,
Who fears a sentence, or an old man's saw,
Fearing some hard news from the warlike band. What following sorrow may on this arise: Where her beloved Collatinus lies. Then looking scornfully, he doth despise 0, how her fear did make her colour rise, His naked armonr of still-slaughter'd lust, First red as roses that on lawn we lay, And justly thus controls his thoughts uujust. Then white as lawn, the roses took away. Fair torch, burn out thy light, and lend it not And how her hand, in my hand being lock'd, To darken her whose light excelleth thine ! Forc'd it to tremble with her loyal fear? And die, unhallow'd thoughts, before you blot Which struck her sad, and then it faster rock'd, With your uncleanness that which is divine! Until her husband's welfare she did hear; Offer pure incense to so pure a shrine:
Whereat she smiled with so sweet a cheer Let fair humanity abhor the deed (weed. That had Narcissus seen her as she stood,
That spots and stains love's modest snow-white Self-love had never drown'd him in the flood.
All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth ; O impious act, including all foul harms! Poor wretches have remorse in poor abuses; A martial man to be soft fancy's slave!
Lovethrives notin the heart that shadowsdreadTrue valour still a true respect shall have; Affection is my captain, and he leadeth ; [eth; Then my digression is so vile, so base,
And when his gaudy banner is display'd. That it will live engraven in my face.
The coward fights, and will not be dismay'd. Yea, though I die, the scandal will survive,
Then childish fear, avaunt! debating, die ! And be an eye-sore in my golden coat;
Respect and reason, wait on wrinkled age! Some loathsome dash the herald will contrive, My heart shall never countermand mine eye: To cipher me, how fond!y I did dote;
Sad pause and deep regard beseem the sage; That my posterity, sham'd with the note,
Mypart is youth, and beats these from the stage, Shall curse my bones, and hold it for no sin Desire my pilot is, beauty my prize : [lics? To wish that I their father had not been. Then who fears sinking, where such treasure What win 1, if I gain the thing I seek?
As corn o'er-grown by weeds, so heedful fear A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.
Is almost chok'd by unresisted lust, Who buys a minute's mirth, to wail a week?
Away he steals with open listening ear, Or sells eternity, to get a toy?
Full of foul hope, and full of fond mistrust; For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy ? Both which, as servitors to the unjust, Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown,
So cross him with their opposite persuasion, Would with the sceptre straight be strucken That now he vows a league, and now invasion. down?
Within his thought her heavenly image sits, 1 Collatinus dream of my intent,
And in the self-same seat sits Collatine: Will he not wake, and in a desperate rage Thateye which looks on her, contounds his wits; Post hither, this vile purpose to prevent? That eye which him beholds, as more divine This siege that hath engirt his marriage, Unto a view so false will not incline; This blur to youth, this sorrow to the sage,
But with a pure appeal seeks to the heart, This dying virtne, this surviving shame, Which once corrupted, takes the worser part; Whose crime will bear an ever-during blame? And therein heartens up his servile powers, 0, what excuse can my invention make, Who, flatter'd by their leader's jocund shew, When thou shalt charge mewith so black a deed? Stuff up his lust, as minutes fill up hours; Will not my tongue be mute, my frail joints And as their captain, so their pride doth grow, shake?
[bleed? Paying more slavish' tribute than they owe. Mine eyes forego their light, my false heart By reprobate desire thus madly led, The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed; The Roman lord marcheth to Lucrece' bed. And extreme fear can neither fight vor fly, The locks between her chamber and his will, But coward-like with trembling terror die. Each one by him enforcd, retires his ward;
But as they open, they all rate his ill, Look, as the fair and fiery-pointed sun,
Whether it is, that she reflects so bright, They fright him, yet he still pursues his fear. That dazzleth them, or else some shame supAs each unwilling portal yields him way,
(closel. Through little vents and crannies of the place But blind they are, and keep themselves euThe wind wars with his torch, to make him stay, 0, had they in that darksome prison died, And blows the smoke of it into his face, Then had they seen the period of their ill! Extinguishing his conduct in this case; Then Collatine again, by Lucrece' side, But his hot heart, which fond desire doth scorch, In his clear bed might have reposed still: Pufis forth another wind that fires the torch :
But they must ope, this blessed league to kill ; And being lighted, by the light he spies And holy-thougited Lucrece to their sight Lucretia's glove, wherein her needle sticks; Must sell her joy, her life, her world's delight. He takes it from the rushes where it lies;
Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,
Who, therefore angry, seems to part in sunder, Thou seest our mistress ornaments are chaste. Swelling on either side, to want his bliss;
Between whose hills her head intombed is: But all these poor forbiddings could not stayhim; Where, like a virtuous monument, she lies, lle in the worst sense construes their denial : To be admir'd of lewd unballow'd eyes.
The doors, the wind, the glove, that did delayhim, without the bed her other fair hand was,
On the green coveriet: whose perfect white Who with a liug‘ring stay his course doth let, Shew'd like an April daisy on ihe grass, Till every minute pays the hour his debt.
With pearly sweat, resembling dew of night.
Her eyes, like marigolds, had sheath'd their So, so, quoth he, these lets attend the time,
And, canopied in darkness, sweetly lay, (light, Likelittlefrosts that sometime threat thespring, Till they might open to adorn the day. To add a more rejoicing to the prime, And give the sneaped birds more cause to sing. Her hair, like golden threads, play'd with her Pain pays the income of each precious thing;
breath; Huge rocks, high winds, strong pirates, shelves O modest wantons! wanton modesty! and sands,
Shewing life's triumph in the map of death, The inerchant fears, ere rich at home he lands. And death's dim look in life's mortality; Now is he come unto the chamber-cloor,
Each in her sleep themselves so beautify, That shuts him from the heaven of his thought, But that life liv'd in death, and death in life.
As if between them twain there were no strife, Which with a yielding latch, and with no more, Hath barr'd him from the blessed thing he ler breasts, like ivory globes circled with blue, sought.
A pair of maiden worlds inconquered, So from himself impiety hath wronght, Save of their lord, no bearing yoke they knew, That for his prey to pray he doth begin, And him by oath they truly honoured. As if the heaven should countenance his sin. These worlds in Tarquin new ambition bred; But in the midst of his unfruitful prayer,
Who, like a foul usurper, went about llaving solicited the eternal power [fair,
From this fair throne to heave the owner out. Thai his foul thoughts might compass his fair What could he see, but mightily he noted ? And they would stand auspicions to the hour, What did he note, but strongly he desir'd ? Even there he starts:-quoth he. I must deflour, What he beheld, on that he firmly doted, The powers to whom I pray, abhor this fact, And in his will his wilful eye he tird. How can they then assist me in the act ? With more than admiration he admir'd Then Love and Fortune be my gods, my guide! Her azure veins, her alabaster skin, My will is back'd with resolution : (tried,
Her coral lips, ber snow-white dimpled chin. Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be As the grim lion fawneth o'er his prey, The blackest sin is clear'd with absolution; Sharp hunger by the conquest satisfied, Against love's fire fear's frost hath dissolution. So o'er this sleeping soul doth Tarquin star, The eye of heaven is out, and misty night llis rage of lust, by gazing qualities; (side, Covers the shaine that follows sweet delight. Slack'd, not suppress'd; for standing by her This said, his guilty hand pluck'd up the latch, llis eye, which late this mutiny restrains, And with his knee the door he opens wide :
Unto a greater uproar tempts his veins: The dove sleeps fast that this night-owl will And they, like straggling slaves for pillage catch:
fighting, Thus treason works ere traitors be espy'd. Obdurate vassals, fell exploits effecting, Who sees the lurking serpent, steps aside; In bloody death and ravishment delighting, But she, sound sleeping, fearing no such thing, Nor children's tears, nor mothers' groans reLies at the mercy of his mortal sting.
specting, Into the chamber wickedly he stalks,
Swell in their pride, the onset still expecting : And gazeth on her yet-unstained bed. Anon his beating heart, alarum striking, The curtains being close, about he walks, Gives the hot charge, and bids them do their Rolling his greedy eye-balls in his head:
Tiking. By their high treason is his heart misled; Ilis drumming heart cheers up his burning ere, Which gives thewatch-word to his handfullsoon, His eye commends the leading to his hand; To draw the cloud that hides the silver moon. Ilis hand, as proud of such a dignity,