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"Had I been tooth'd like him, I must confess, With kissing him I should have kill'd him first;
But he is dead, and never did he bless
My youth with his; the more am I accurst." With this, she falleth in the place she stood, And stains her face with his congealed blood.
She looks upon his lips, and they are pale;
As if they heard the woeful words she told :
Two glasses, where herself herself beheld
"Wonder of time," quoth she, "this is my spite,
That, thou being dead, the day should yet be light.
"Since thou art dead, lo! here I prophesy,
That all love's pleasure shall not match his
"It shall be fickle, false, and full of fraud; Bud and be blasted in a breathing-while;
The bottom poison, and the top o'erstraw'd
"It shall be sparing, and too full of riot;
It shall be raging-mad, and silly-mild,
Make the young old, the old become a child.
"It shall suspect where is no cause of fear; It shall not fear where it should most mistrust; It shall be merciful, and too severe,
And most deceiving when it seems most just; Perverse it shall be where it shows most toward,
Put fear to valour, courage to the coward.
"It shall be cause of war and dire events,
Sith in his prime Death doth my love destroy,
By this, the boy that by her side lay kill'd
She bows her head, the new sprung flower to smell,
Comparing it to her Adonis' breath;
And says, within her bosom it shall dwell,
"Poor flower," quoth she, "this was thy father's guise,
(Sweet issue of a more sweet-smelling sire,)
And so 'tis thine; but know, it is as good
"Here was thy father's bed, here in my breast; Thou art the next of blood, and 'tis thy right: Lo in this hollow cradle take thy rest,
My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night:
There shall not be one minute in an hour Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love's flower."
Thus weary of the world, away she hies,
Holding their course to Paphos, where their
Means to immure herself, and not be seen.
RAPE OF LUCRECE.
RIGHT HON. HENRY WRIOTHESLY, Earl of Southampton, and Baron of Titchfield.
THE love I dedicate to your Lordship is without end; whereof this pamphlet, without beginning, is but a superfluous moiety. The warrant I have of your honourable disposition, not the worth of my untutored lines, makes it assured of acceptance. What I have done is yours, what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours. Were my worth greater, my duty would show greater meantime, as it is, it is bound to your Lordship; to whom I wish long life, still lengthened with all happiness.
Your Lordship's in all duty,
LUCIUS TARQUINIUS (for his excessive pride surnamed Superbus), after he had caused his own father-in-law, Servius Tullius, to be cruelly murdered, and, contrary to the Roman laws and customs, not requiring or staying for the people's suffrages, had possessed himself of the kingdom, went, accompanied with his sons and other noblemen of Rome, to besiege Ardea, During which siege, the principal men of the army meeting one evening at the tent of Sextus Tarquinius, the king's son, in their discourses after supper, every one commended the virtues of his own wife; among whom, Collatinus extolled the incomparable chastity of his wife Lucretia. In that pleasant humour they all posted to Rome; and intending, by their secret and sudden arrival, to make trial of that which every
one had before avouched, only Collatinus finds his wife (though it were late in the night) spinning amongst her maids: the other ladies were all found dancing and revelling, or in several disports. Whereupon the noblemen yielded Collatinus the victory, and his wife the fame. At that time Sextus Tarquinius, being inflamed with Lucrece's beauty, yet smothering his passions for the present, departed with the rest back to the camp; from whence he shortly after privily withdrew himself, and was (according to his estate) royally entertained and lodged by Lucrece at Collatium. The same night he treacherously stealeth into her chamber, violently ravished her, and early in the morning speedeth away. Lucrece, in this lamentable plight, hastily dispatcheth messengers, one to Rome for her father, another to the camp for Collatine. They came, the one accompanied with Junius Brutus, the other with Publius Valerius; and, finding Lucrece attired in mourning habit, demanded the cause of her sorrow. She, first taking an oath of them for her revenge, revealed the actor, and whole manner of his dealing, and withal suddenly stabbed herself. Which done, with one consent they all vowed to root out the whole hated family of the Tarquins; and bearing the dead body to Rome, Brutus acquainted the people with the doer and manner of the vile deed, with a bitter invective against the tyranny of the king: wherewith the people were so moved, that, with one consent and a general acclamation, the Tarquins were all exiled, and the state government changed from kings to consuls,
ROM the besieged Ardea all in post, Borne by the trustless wings of false desire,
Lust-breathed Tarquin leaves the Ro man host,
And to Collatium bears the lightless fire Which, in pale embers hid, lurks to aspire, And girdle with embracing flames the waist Of Collatine's fair love, Lucrece the chaste.