The Rape of Lucrece

 

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Elizabethan English			Modern English
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE			The rape of Lucrece
TO THE			TO THE
RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY,			Really honorable Henry Wriothesly,
EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TITCHFIELD.			Earl of Southampton and Baron von Titschfield.
THE love I dedicate to your Lordship is without end; whereof this			The love I dedicate to its rule is endless; for what that
pamphlet, without beginning, is but a superfluous moiety. The			Brochure without the beginning is only a superfluous unit. That
warrant I have of your honourable disposition, not the worth of			Arrest warrant, which I have about their honorable disposition, not about the value of
my untutored lines, makes it assured of acceptance. What I have			My unbound lines make it safe to assume. What I have
done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I			Yours is done; What I have to do is yours; Part with everything I am
have, devoted yours. Were my worth greater, my duty would show			Have yours. If my value were worth more, my duty would show
greater; meantime, as it is, it is bound to your Lordship, to			greater; In the meantime, as it is, it is bound by your rule
whom I wish long life, still lengthened with all happiness.			Whoever I wish for a long life still extended with all luck.
Your Lordship's in all duty,			Your lordship is all duty
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.			WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
THE ARGUMENT.			THE ARGUMENT.
LUCIUS TARQUINIUS (for his excessive pride surnamed Superbus),			Lucius Tarquinius (for his excessive pride -pride)
after he had caused his own father-in-law, Servius Tullius, to be			After he had his own father -in -law, Servius Tullius,
cruelly murdered, and, contrary to the Roman laws and customs,			cruelly murdered and against the Roman laws and customs,
not requiring or staying for the people's suffrages, had			Not to need or stay for the people's sufflage
possessed himself of the kingdom, went, accompanied with his sons			obsessed from the kingdom, accompanied with his sons
and other noblemen of Rome, to besiege Ardea. During which siege			And other nobles from Rome to besiege Ardea. During which siege
the principal men of the army meeting one evening at the tent of			The main men of the army seat in an evening in the tent of
Sextus Tarquinius, the king's son, in their discourses after			Sextus Tarquinius, the king's son, in her discourses afterwards
supper, every one commended the virtues of his own wife; among			Dinner, everyone praised his own wife's virtues; under
whom Collatinus extolled the incomparable chastity of his wife			Whom Collatinus raced his wife's incomparable chastity
Lucretia. In that pleasant humour they all posted to Rome; and			Lucretia. In this pleasant humor they all posted to Rome; and
intending, by their secret and sudden arrival, to make trial of			intends to stand in court through their secret and sudden arrival
that which every one had before avouched, only Collatinus finds			What everyone had cleared before is only Collatinus
his wife, though it were late in the night, spinning amongst her			His wife, although it was late at night, turned under her
maids: the other ladies were all found dancing and revelling, or			Service girls: The other women were all dancing and indecent, or
in several disports. Whereupon the noblemen yielded Collatinus			In several disaster. Then the nobles of Collatinus showed
the victory, and his wife the fame. At that time Sextus			The victory and his wife of fame. At that time Sextus
Tarquinius being inflamed with Lucrece's beauty, yet smothering			Tarquinius is lit by Lucreces beauty and yet suffocated
his passions for the present, departed with the rest back to the			His passions for the present were back with the rest
camp; from whence he shortly after privily withdrew himself, and			Warehouse; From where he pulled out of himself shortly afterwards, and
was (according to his estate) royally entertained and lodged by			was entertained (according to his estate) happily and accommodated by
Lucrece at Collatium. The same night he treacherously stealeth			Lucrece in Collatium. On the same night he steals amazingly
into her chamber, violently ravished her, and early in the			In her chamber, violently black and early in the
morning speedeth away. Lucrece, in this lamentable plight,			Morning speed away. Lucrece, in this defendant emergency,
hastily dispatched messengers, one to Rome for her father,			hastily sent messenger, one to Rome for her father,
another to the camp for Collatine. They came, the one			Another camp for collatins. They came, one
accompanied with Junius Brutus, the other with Publius Valerius;			Accompanied by Junius Brutus, the other with Publius Valerius;
and finding Lucrece attired in mourning habit, demanded the cause			And to find that Lucrece was dressed in mourning habits, demanded the matter
of her sorrow. She, first taking an oath of them for her			their grief. First she put an oath of them for her
revenge, revealed the actor, and whole manner of his dealing, and			Revenge, revealed the actor and the whole kind of his trade and
withal suddenly stabbed herself. Which done, with one consent			Withal suddenly stabbed himself. What did, with approval
they all vowed to root out the whole hated family of the			They all swore to root the whole hated family
Tarquins; and bearing the dead body to Rome, Brutus acquainted			Tarquins; And familiar with the body to Rome, Brutus
the people with the doer and manner of the vile deed, with a			the people with the maker and the type of hideous act with a
bitter invective against the tyranny of the king; wherewith the			Bitter insult against the king's tyranny; where the
people were so moved, that with one consent and a general			People were so moved that with approval and a general
acclamation the Tarquins were all exiled, and the state			Aclamation The Tarquins were all banished and the state
government changed from kings to consuls.			The government changed from kings.
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From the besieged Ardea all in post,			From the besieged Ardea all in post,
Borne by the trustless wings of false desire,			Worn by the trustless wings of the wrong desire,
Lust-breathed Tarquin leaves the Roman host,			Tarquin of lust atemding leaves the Roman host,
And to Collatium bears the lightless fire			And the light fire carries to Collatium
Which, in pale embers hid, lurks to aspire			What lurks in pale embers to strive
And girdle with embracing flames the waist			And the belt flames with hug the waist
Of Collatine's fair love, Lucrece the chaste.			By Collatines fair love, Lucrece the chaste.
Haply that name of chaste unhapp'ly set			Glowing this name of the chastely unfortunate set
This bateless edge on his keen appetite;			This bateless edge on his sharp appetite;
When Collatine unwisely did not let			As a collator did not leave
To praise the clear unmatched red and white			To praise the clear, not presented red and white
Which triumph'd in that sky of his delight,			What triumphed his joy in this sky,
Where mortal stars, as bright as heaven's beauties,			Where mortal stars, as bright as the beauties of the sky,
With pure aspects did him peculiar duties.			Special duties made him pure aspects.
For he the night before, in Tarquin's tent,			Because he in Tarquins tent the night before,
Unlock'd the treasure of his happy state;			Closed the treasure of his lucky condition;
What priceless wealth the heavens had him lent			What priceless wealth the sky made it awarded
In the possession of his beauteous mate;			Owned by his beautiful buddy;
Reckoning his fortune at such high-proud rate,			His assets expect such a strong rate,
That kings might be espoused to more fame,			That kings may be more fame,
But king nor peer to such a peerless dame.			But king or peer to such a controlled lady.
O happiness enjoy'd but of a few!			Oh luck but enjoy it from a couple!
And, if possess'd, as soon decay'd and done			And if own, fall so soon and you're done
As is the morning's silver-melting dew			How is the silver -grinding dew of the morning
Against the golden splendour of the sun!			Against the golden splendor of the sun!
An expir'd date, cancell'd ere well begun:			And extensive data, Cancell'd Eva because it started:
Honour and beauty, in the owner's arms,			Honor and beauty in the owner's arms,
Are weakly fortress'd from a world of harms.			Are weak fortress from a world full of damage.
Beauty itself doth of itself persuade			The beauty is convincing itself
The eyes of men without an orator;			The eyes of men without speakers;
What needeth then apologies be made,			What needs, then apologized that he apologized
To set forth that which is so singular?			What is so unique?
Or why is Collatine the publisher			Or why is the publisher Collatin?
Of that rich jewel he should keep unknown			He should remain unknown to this rich jewel
From thievish ears, because it is his own?			Of permanent ears because it is his own?
Perchance his boast of Lucrece' sovereignty			Perchance his brag of the sovereignty of Lucrece
Suggested this proud issue of a king;			Proposed this proud topic of a king;
For by our ears our hearts oft tainted be:			Because our hearts are often spoiled by our ears:
Perchance that envy of so rich a thing,			Seat this envy of such a rich thing,
Braving compare, disdainfully did sting			Troven comparable, contemptuously stinging
His high-pitch'd thoughts, that meaner men should vaunt			His high thoughts, these more common men should drive themselves
That golden hap which their superiors want.			This golden HAP that your superiors want.
But some untimely thought did instigate			But some thought that they thought, they created
His all-too-timeless speed, if none of those;			His too imenless speed, if none of them;
His honour, his affairs, his friends, his state,			His honor, his affairs, his friends, his state,
Neglected all, with swift intent he goes			Neglected everyone, with quick intent he goes
To quench the coal which in his liver glows.			Deleting the coal that shines in his liver.
O rash false heat, wrapp'd in repentant cold,			O rash false heat, introduced in a repentite cold,
Thy hasty spring still blasts, and ne'er grows old!			Your hasty spring is still exploded and never old!
When at Collatium this false lord arriv'd,			At Collatium this false Lord arrived,
Well was he welcom'd by the Roman dame,			Well, he was greeted by the Roman lady,
Within whose face beauty and virtue striv'd			Beauty and virtue painted within his face
Which of them both should underprop her fame:			Which of them should both undercut their fame:
When virtue bragg'd, beauty would blush for shame;			If virtue bragged, beauty would blush for shame;
When beauty boasted blushes, in despite			If beauty despite
Virtue would stain that or with silver white.			Virtue would color this or with silver white.
But beauty, in that white intituled,			But beauty, in this white intitulated,
From Venus' doves doth challenge that fair field:			Von Venus' pigeons challenge this fair field:
Then virtue claims from beauty beauty's red,			Then virtue of Beauty Beauty's red claims,
Which virtue gave the golden age, to gild			What virtue did the golden age gild
Their silver cheeks, and call'd it then their shield;			Their silver cheeks and then call it their shield;
Teaching them thus to use it in the fight,--			Teach them to use it in combat,-
When shame assail'd, the red should fence the white.			If shame has been attacked, the red should be the white.
This heraldry in Lucrece' face was seen,			This heraldry in Lucrece 'face was seen,
Argued by beauty's red, and virtue's white:			Argued by Beauty's red and virtue knows:
Of either's colour was the other queen,			The other queen was of both color,
Proving from world's minority their right:			Demonstrate their right from the world of the world:
Yet their ambition makes them still to fight;			But her ambition still fights her;
The sovereignty of either being so great,			The sovereignty to either be so big
That oft they interchange each other's seat.			This often exchanges the seat of the other.
Their silent war of lilies and of roses,			Their silent war of the lilies and roses,
Which Tarquin view'd in her fair face's field,			Which Tarquin saw in the field of her trade fair view,
In their pure ranks his traitor eye encloses;			His traitor encloses in their pure rows;
Where, lest between them both it should be kill'd,			Where so that both should be killed,
The coward captive vanquish'd doth yield			The caught prisoner defeated
To those two armies that would let him go,			To these two armies that would let him go,
Rather than triumph in so false a foe.			Instead of triumphing an enemy in such a false triumph.
Now thinks he that her husband's shallow tongue,			Now he thinks that her husband's flat tongue,
(The niggard prodigal that prais'd her so)			(The Niggard Wunderkind who praised her)
In that high task hath done her beauty wrong,			In this high task, her beauty has done wrong
Which far exceeds his barren skill to show:			What his cart ability exceeds far:
Therefore that praise which Collatine doth owe			Therefore guilt
Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise,			Enchanted Tarquin answers with assumption,
In silent wonder of still-gazing eyes.			In silent miracles of breastfeeding eyes.
This earthly saint, adored by this devil,			This earthly saint who is worshiped by this devil,
Little suspecteth the false worshipper;			The wrong worshiper suspects little;
For unstain'd thoughts do seldom dream on evil;			Because stone thoughts rarely dream of evil;
Birds never lim'd no secret bushes fear:			Birds never have any secret bushes:
So guiltless she securely gives good cheer			So guilty that she will certainly put you in a good mood
And reverend welcome to her princely guest,			And awesome welcome to your princely guest,
Whose inward ill no outward harm express'd:			Whose inner sick did not express any damage:
For that he colour'd with his high estate,			For this he colored with his high estate,
Hiding base sin in plaits of majesty;			Hide the basic in Majesty;
That nothing in him seem'd inordinate,			That nothing seemed excessively in him,
Save sometime too much wonder of his eye,			Save too much miracle of his eye at some point
Which, having all, all could not satisfy;			What, everyone, everyone could not satisfy;
But, poorly rich, so wanteth in his store,			But badly rich, so you want in your shop,
That, cloy'd with much, he pineth still for more.			That, Cloy had a lot, he still has more.
But she, that never cop'd with stranger eyes,			But she, that never got strange eyes,
Could pick no meaning from their parling looks,			Could not select any meaning from her parling look,
Nor read the subtle-shining secrecies			Still read
Writ in the glassy margents of such books;			Written in the glassy margins of such books;
She touch'd no unknown baits, nor fear'd no hooks;			She touched no unknown bait, nor feared hooks;
Nor could she moralize his wanton sight,			She couldn't moralize his willful vision either,
More than his eyes were open'd to the light.			More than his eyes were open to the light.
He stories to her ears her husband's fame,			He stories on her ears of her husband's fame,
Won in the fields of fruitful Italy;			Won in the fields of fertile Italy;
And decks with praises Collatine's high name,			And decks with praise Collatine's high name,
Made glorious by his manly chivalry			Made glorious through its male knightly
With bruised arms and wreaths of victory:			With injured arms and wreaths of victory:
Her joy with heav'd-up hand she doth express,			Your joy with a heavy hand that she can express,
And, wordless, so greets heaven for his success.			And without word, it welcomes heaven for his success.
Far from the purpose of his coming hither,			Far from the purpose of his coming here,
He makes excuses for his being there.			He makes excuses that he is there.
No cloudy show of stormy blustering weather			No cloudy show of stormy stormy weather
Doth yet in his fair welkin once appear;			But once appears in his fair desire;
Till sable Night, mother of Dread and Fear,			Until Sable Night, mother of fear and fear,
Upon the world dim darkness doth display,			Shows dark darkness in the world
And in her vaulty prison stows the day.			And in her Vaulty prison stowed the day.
For then is Tarquin brought unto his bed,			Because then Tarquin is brought to his bed,
Intending weariness with heavy spright;			Intended fatigue with heavy sources;
For, after supper, long he questioned			Because after dinner he asked for a long time
With modest Lucrece, and wore out the night:			With a modest lucrece and carried out the night:
Now leaden slumber with life's strength doth fight;			Now the slumber is fighting with the strength of life;
And every one to rest themselves betake,			And everyone who rests to rest,
Save thieves, and cares, and troubled minds, that wake.			Save thieves and worries and worried heads, the wake up.
As one of which doth Tarquin lie revolving			As one of which Tarquin turns
The sundry dangers of his will's obtaining;			Received the sunny dangers of his will;
Yet ever to obtain his will resolving,			But always to decide his will,
Though weak-built hopes persuade him to abstaining:			Although it hopes weakly, they persuade him to distort:
Despair to gain doth traffic oft for gaining;			Desperation to gain traffic to win;
And when great treasure is the meed propos'd,			And when the Meed is a great treasure,
Though death be adjunct, there's no death suppos'd.			Although death is additional, there is no difference in death.
Those that much covet are with gain so fond,			Those who are so much in demand are so popular with profit,
For what they have not, that which they possess			For what you don't have, what you have
They scatter and unloose it from their bond,			They sprinkle and relieve it from their bond,
And so, by hoping more, they have but less;			And so they have that they hope more, just less;
Or, gaining more, the profit of excess			Or to win the profit of the surplus
Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain,			But is to be drowned out, and such mourning adhere to
That they prove bankrupt in this poor-rich gain.			That they prove to be bankrot in this bad profit.
The aim of all is but to nurse the life			The goal of all is to maintain life
With honour, wealth, and ease, in waning age;			With honor, prosperity and lightness in the decreasing age;
And in this aim there is such thwarting strife,			And in this goal there are so thwarts to thwart arguments,
That one for all, or all for one we gage;			For everyone or everything we look;
As life for honour in fell battles' rage;			As a life for honor in Fell Battles' anger;
Honour for wealth; and oft that wealth doth cost			Honor for wealth; And often this prosperity costs
The death of all, and all together lost.			The death of everyone and everyone lost together.
So that in vent'ring ill we leave to be			So that we go sick when deriving to be
The things we are, for that which we expect;			The things we are, for what we expect;
And this ambitious foul infirmity,			And this ambitious bad frailty,
In having much, torments us with defect			With a lot of torture us with defect
Of that we have: so then we do neglect			We have from it: So we neglect ourselves
The thing we have; and, all for want of wit,			What we have; and everything out of lack of joke,
Make something nothing, by augmenting it.			Do nothing by expanding it.
Such hazard now must doting Tarquin make,			This danger must now make Tarquin,
Pawning his honour to obtain his lust;			Maintain his honor, to gain his lust;
And for himself himself he must forsake:			And for himself he has to give up:
Then where is truth, if there be no self-trust?			Then where is the truth when there is no self -confidence?
When shall he think to find a stranger just,			When should he think to find only one stranger
When he himself himself confounds, betrays			If he confuses himself, reveals
To slanderous tongues and wretched hateful days?			Defamed tongues and miserable hateful days?
Now stole upon the time the dead of night,			Now the time of the night stole,
When heavy sleep had closed up mortal eyes:			As a severe sleep had closed mortal eyes:
No comfortable star did lend his light,			No comfortable star gave its light
No noise but owls' and wolves' death-boding cries;			No sound, but owls and wolves' death scream;
Now serves the season that they may surprise			Now the season is used in which you can surprise
The silly lambs; pure thoughts are dead and still,			The stupid lambs; Pure thoughts are dead and quiet
While lust and murder wake to stain and kill.			Wake up during pleasure and murder to stain and kill.
And now this lustful lord leap'd from his bed,			And now this lustful lord jumped out of his bed,
Throwing his mantle rudely o'er his arm;			Roughly throw his coat over his arm;
Is madly toss'd between desire and dread;			Is insanely thrown between desire and fear;
Th' one sweetly flatters, th' other feareth harm;			One flattered one cute, the other harm;
But honest Fear, bewitch'd with lust's foul charm,			But honest fear, enthusiastic with pleasure bad charm,
Doth too too oft betake him to retire,			I put him too often to retire,
Beaten away by brain-sick rude Desire.			Of brain -crawling, rude desire.
His falchion on a flint he softly smiteth,			His falchion on a flint that he makes gently,
That from the cold stone sparks of fire do fly;			That flies out of the cold stone sparks;
Whereat a waxen torch forthwith he lighteth,			While he immediately shines a wax torch, he shines,
Which must be lode-star to his lustful eye;			Which Lode star must be his lustful eye;
And to the flame thus speaks advisedly:			And as recommended to the flame:
As from this cold flint I enforced this fire,			As from this cold flint, I enforced this fire,
So Lucrece must I force to my desire.'			So I have to force Lucrece to my wish. '
Here pale with fear he doth premeditate			Here she was afraid that he was going on
The dangers of his loathsome enterprise,			The dangers of his hideous company,
And in his inward mind he doth debate			And in his inner spirit he discusses
What following sorrow may on this arise;			What the following grief can this result;
Then looking scornfully, he doth despise			Then he looks contemptuously and despises it
His naked armour of still-slaughter'd lust,			His naked armor of the still weakened lust
And justly thus controls his thoughts unjust:			And rightly he rightly checks his thoughts:
Fair torch, burn out thy light, and lend it not			Fair flashlight, burn out your light and do not borrow it
To darken her whose light excelleth thine:			To darken them, the light of which shows:
And die, unhallow'd thoughts, before you blot			And die, undamaged thoughts before you close
With your uncleanness that which is divine!			With its impurity what is divine!
Offer pure incense to so pure a shrine:			Offer such a pure shrine pure frankincense:
Let fair humanity abhor the deed			Let fair humanity detest the deed
That spots and stains love's modest snow-white weed.			This discovers and color the modest snow -white weed of love.
O shame to knighthood and to shining arms!			O shame about knighthood and shiny arms!
O foul dishonour to my household's grave!			O foul shame in the grave of my household!
O impious act, including all foul harms!			O Goscher Act, including all the bad damage!
A martial man to be soft fancy's slave!			A warrior who is Soft Fancy slave!
True valour still a true respect should have;			True bravery should still have a true respect;
Then my digression is so vile, so base,			Then my digression is so hideous, so the basis
That it will live engraven in my face.			That it is engraved on my face.
Yea, though I die, the scandal will survive,			Yes, although I die, the scandal will survive
And be an eye-sore in my golden coat;			And be an eye dealer in my golden coat;
Some loathsome dash the herald will contrive,			Some detention, the Herald will grasp itself,
To cipher me how fondly I did dote;			To cut me how lovingly I played;
That my posterity, sham'd with the note,			That my posterity, with the note, was watched,
Shall curse my bones, and hold it for no sin			Should curse my bones and do not consider them sin
To wish that I their father had not been.			To wish that I hadn't been her father.
What win I, if I gain the thing I seek?			What victory do I find when I am looking for what I am looking for?
A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy:			A dream, a breath, a foam of fleeting joy:
Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?			Who buys a minute to cry for a week?
Or sells eternity to get a toy?			Or sell eternity to get a toy?
For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?			For a sweet grape Who will destroy the vine?
Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown,			Or which dear beggar, but to touch the crown,
Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down?			Would just be with the scepter?
If Collatinus dream of my intent,			When Collatinus dream of my intention,
Will he not wake, and in a desperate rage			He won't wake up and in desperate anger
Post hither, this vile purpose to prevent?			Do you make this hideous purpose to prevent?
This siege that hath engirt his marriage,			This siege that his marriage brings,
This blur to youth, this sorrow to the sage,			This blurring for the youth, this grief for wise,
This dying virtue, this surviving shame,			This dying virtue, this surviving shame,
Whose crime will bear an ever-during blame?			Whose crimes will a constantly guilty guilt be blamed?
O, what excuse can my invention make			Oh, what apology can my invention do
When thou shalt charge me with so black a deed?			If you should charge me with such a black act?
Will not my tongue be mute, my frail joints shake?			Will my tongue be silent, shake my frail joints?
Mine eyes forego their light, my false heart bleed?			My eyes do without your light, my wrong heart bleed?
The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed;			The fault is great, fear is still exceeded;
And extreme fear can neither fight nor fly,			And extreme fear cannot fight or fly
But, coward-like, with trembling terror die.			But die with trembling terror.
Had Collatinus kill'd my son or sire,			Collatinus killed my son or father
Or lain in ambush to betray my life,			Or was ambush to betray my life,
Or were he not my dear friend, this desire			Or was he not my dear friend, this wish
Might have excuse to work upon his wife;			Could have an apology to work on his wife;
As in revenge or quittal of such strife:			As in revenge or quittal such a dispute:
But as he is my kinsman, my dear friend,			But how he is my relative, my dear friend,
The shame and fault finds no excuse nor end.			The shame and guilt find neither apology nor end.
Shameful it is;--ay, if the fact be known:			It is shameful; -y if the fact is known:
Hateful it is:-- there is no hate in loving;			It is hate:- There is no hatred in love;
I'll beg her love;--but she is not her own;			I will ask your love; but she is not her own;
The worst is but denial and reproving:			The worst is only rejection and discontinuation:
My will is strong, past reason's weak removing.			My will is strong, the weak removal of the past.
Who fears a sentence or an old man's saw			Who fears a sentence or the saw of an old man
Shall by a painted cloth be kept in awe.'			Should be kept in awe by a painted cloth. '
Thus, graceless, holds he disputation			So he holds down
Tween frozen conscience and hot-burning will,			Tween frozen conscience and hot burning, will,
And with good thoughts makes dispensation,			And with good thoughts, dispensation,
Urging the worser sense for vantage still;			Still demand the worse sense of vantage;
Which in a moment doth confound and kill			What confuses and kills at a moment
All pure effects, and doth so far proceed,			All pure effects and have been going so far
That what is vile shows like a virtuous deed.			This shows what is hideous like a virtuous deed.
Quoth he, 'She took me kindly by the hand,			Quoth he, 'she took me kindly by the hand,
And gaz'd for tidings in my eager eyes,			And were allowed for re -leaves in my eager eyes,
Fearing some hard news from the warlike band,			A few hard news from the warlike band,
Where her beloved Collatinus lies.			Where your beloved Collatinus is.
O how her fear did make her colour rise!			O How their fear rose their color!
First red as roses that on lawn we lay,			First red as roses that we put on lawn, we lay,
Then white as lawn, the roses took away.			Then the roses stayed white.
And how her hand, in my hand being lock'd,			And how your hand is closed in my hand,
Forc'd it to tremble with her loyal fear;			It was to tremble with her loyal fear;
Which struck her sad, and then it faster rock'd,			What she took in sad and then faster stones,
Until her husband's welfare she did hear;			Until her husband's well -being heard;
Whereat she smiled with so sweet a cheer,			Where did she smile from with such sweet cheers
That had Narcissus seen her as she stood,			Narcissus had seen her when she stood
Self-love had never drown'd him in the flood.			Self -love had never drowned him in the flood.
Why hunt I then for colour or excuses?			Then why do I hunt for color or excuses?
All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth;			All speakers are stupid when the beauty asks;
Poor wretches have remorse in poor abuses;			Bad misery have remorse in bad abuses;
Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth:			Love does not thrive in the heart that shadows fear:
Affection is my captain, and he leadeth;			Affection is my captain and he leads;
And when his gaudy banner is display'd,			And if his gaudy banner is exhibited,
The coward fights and will not be dismay'd.			The coward fights and will not be dismayed.
Then, childish fear, avaunt! debating, die!			Then, childish fear, Avaunt! Debate, die!
Respect and reason wait on wrinkled age!			Respect and reason are waiting for folds!
My heart shall never countermand mine eye;			My heart should never counteract my eye;
Sad pause and deep regard beseem the sage;			Sad break and deep attention of the wise;
My part is youth, and beats these from the stage:			My part is youth and hits them out of the stage:
Desire my pilot is, beauty my prize;			Wish my pilot is, beauty my price;
Then who fears sinking where such treasure lies?'			Then who fears to sink where such a treasure lies? '
As corn o'ergrown by weeds, so heedful fear			As corn of weeds, so domestic fear
Is almost chok'd by unresisted lust.			Is almost destroyed by unemployed lust.
Away he steals with opening, listening ear,			He steals away with open, ear, ear,
Full of foul hope, and full of fond mistrust;			Full of blank hope and full of nice distrust;
Both which, as servitors to the unjust,			Both who, as servants of the unjust,
So cross him with their opposite persuasion,			So cross it with your opposite conviction,
That now he vows a league, and now invasion.			Now he swears a league and now invasion.
Within his thought her heavenly image sits,			In his thought her heavenly picture sits,
And in the self-same seat sits Collatine:			And Collatine sits in the self -defender:
That eye which looks on her confounds his wits;			The eye that looks on it confuses his mind;
That eye which him beholds, as more divine,			The eye he sees as a divine,
Unto a view so false will not incline;			A view that is so wrong will not be tilted;
But with a pure appeal seeks to the heart,			But with a pure appeal, it searches in the heart,
Which once corrupted takes the worser part;			What once corrupted takes the sleep part;
And therein heartens up his servile powers,			And in it his servils cock up,
Who, flatter'd by their leader's jocund show,			Who flatters from the Jocund show of your leader,
Stuff up his lust, as minutes fill up hours;			Put his desire to fill for hours;
And as their captain, so their pride doth grow.			And as her captain, her pride grows.
Paying more slavish tribute than they owe.			Pay more slavish homage than they owe.
By reprobate desire thus madly led,			Through sampling the sample so insanely,
The Roman lord marcheth to Lucrece' bed.			The Roman Lord marches to Lucrence 'bed.
The locks between her chamber and his will,			The locks between your chamber and his will,
Each one by him enforc'd retires his ward;			Each of him enforced his community;
But, as they open they all rate his ill,			But while you open yourself, evaluate all of his illness,
Which drives the creeping thief to some regard,			This drives the creeping thief to some reviews,
The threshold grates the door to have him heard;			The threshold took the door to hear it;
Night-wand'ring weasels shriek to see him there;			Night wall ring wiesel screams to see him there;
They fright him, yet he still pursues his fear.			They are startled by him, but he still pursues his fear.
As each unwilling portal yields him way,			Like every unwilling portal, leaves it away, away,
Through little vents and crannies of the place			Through small ventilation slots and angles of the place
The wind wars with his torch, to make him stay,			The wind wars with his flashlight so that it lets it stay
And blows the smoke of it into his face,			And blows the smoke on the face
Extinguishing his conduct in this case;			To wipe out his behavior in this case;
But his hot heart, which fond desire doth scorch,			But his hot heart, which desires it lowers, lowers.
Puffs forth another wind that fires the torch:			If another wind fires the torch:
And being lighted, by the light he spies			And to be illuminated by the light that he spies on
Lucretia's glove, wherein her needle sticks;			Lucretia's glove in which her needle is stuck;
He takes it from the rushes where it lies,			He takes it from the rushes where it is
And griping it, the neeld his finger pricks:			And if it grabs the neeld his finger stitch:
As who should say this glove to wanton tricks			As who should say this glove to wanton tricks
Is not inur'd: return again in haste;			Is unable to return in a hurry;
Thou see'st our mistress' ornaments are chaste.			You see that the ornaments of our mistress are Keusch.
But all these poor forbiddings could not stay him;			But all of these poor couldn't remain him;
He in the worst sense construes their denial:			In the worst sense, he exhibits its rejection:
The doors, the wind, the glove that did delay him,			The doors, the wind, the glove that delayed it,
He takes for accidental things of trial;			He takes for accidental experimental data;
Or as those bars which stop the hourly dial,			Or as these bars that stop the hourly picture,
Who with a lingering stay his course doth let,			Who with a persistent stay of his course
Till every minute pays the hour his debt.			Until every minute, the hour pays his debts.
So, so,' quoth he, 'these lets attend the time,			So, so, 'quoth he', 'they let us participate in time,
Like little frosts that sometime threat the spring.			Like little frosts that sometimes threaten spring.
To add a more rejoicing to the prime,			To add better joy to the Prime,
And give the sneaped birds more cause to sing.			And give the cut birds more reason to sing.
Pain pays the income of each precious thing;			Pain pays the income of any precious thing;
Huge rocks, high winds, strong pirates, shelves and sands,			Huge rocks, strong winds, strong pirates, shelves and sand.
The merchant fears, ere rich at home he lands.'			The dealer fears before it ends up at home at home. '
Now is he come unto the chamber door,			Now he comes to the chamber door
That shuts him from the heaven of his thought,			That closes him from the sky of his thought,
Which with a yielding latch, and with no more,			What with a subsequent bar and without more,
Hath barr'd him from the blessed thing he sought.			Had him from the blessed thing he was looking for.
So from himself impiety hath wrought,			So the freedom was decorated by itself,
That for his prey to pray he doth begin,			He begins that for his prey to pray
As if the heavens should countenance his sin.			As if the sky should look at his sin.
But in the midst of his unfruitful prayer,			But in the middle of his sterile prayer,
Having solicited the eternal power,			The eternal force classified,
That his foul thoughts might compass his fair fair,			That his bad thoughts could make his fair fair fair, fair,
And they would stand auspicious to the hour,			And they would be favorable up to the hour
Even there he starts:--quoth he, 'I must de-flower;			Even there he begins: -Quoth he, I have to bloom;
The powers to whom I pray abhor this fact,			The forces that I pray loathe this fact,
How can they then assist me in the act?			Then how can you help me with the act?
Then Love and Fortune be my gods, my guide!			Then love and happiness are my gods, my guide!
My will is back'd with resolution:			My will has returned with resolution:
Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried,			Thoughts are only dreams until their effects are tried
The blackest sin is clear'd with absolution;			The blackest sin is clear with absolution;
Against love's fire fear's frost hath dissolution.			Against the Frost -Frost -Frost -Frost of Love.
The eye of heaven is out, and misty night			The eye of the sky is out and nesty night
Covers the shame that follows sweet delight.'			Cover the shame, the sweet joy follows. '
This said, his guilty hand pluck'd up the latch,			That means his guilty hand climbed the bar,
And with his knee the door he opens wide:			And with his knee it opens the door:
The dove sleeps fast that this night-owl will catch;			The pigeon quickly sleeps that this night burden will catch;
Thus treason works ere traitors be espied.			So betrayal that are mocked by the traitors.
Who sees the lurking serpent steps aside;			Who sees the lurking snake aside;
But she, sound sleeping, fearing no such thing,			But she sounds sleeping and fears nothing like that
Lies at the mercy of his mortal sting.			Is out of his mortal stab.
Into the chamber wickedly he stalks,			In the chamber he stacked,
And gazeth on her yet unstained bed.			And gives on her bed that has not yet been defined.
The curtains being close, about he walks,			The curtains are nearby, he goes, he goes,
Rolling his greedy eyeballs in his head:			Rolled his greedy eye apples in the head:
By their high treason is his heart misled;			Due to her high betrayal, his heart is disapproved;
Which gives the watch-word to his hand full soon			That soon gives the watch word full of his hand
To draw the cloud that hides the silver moon.			Draw the cloud that hides the silver moon.
Look, as the fair and fiery-pointed sun,			See how the fair and fiery sun,
Rushing from forth a cloud, bereaves our sight;			This is remedied by a cloud our eyes;
Even so, the curtain drawn, his eyes begun			Nevertheless, his eyes, the curtain, his eyes started
To wink, being blinded with a greater light:			To wink, be blinded with a larger light:
Whether it is that she reflects so bright,			Whether she reflects so brightly, so brightly,
That dazzleth them, or else some shame supposed;			That dazzled you or otherwise a shame;
But blind they are, and keep themselves enclosed.			But they are blind and hold in.
O, had they in that darksome prison died,			Oh, they would have died in this dark prison,
Then had they seen the period of their ill!			Then they had seen the time of their illness!
Then Collatine again by Lucrece' side			Then again on the side of Lucrece 'page Collatine
In his clear bed might have reposed still:			In his clear bed still would have calm:
But they must ope, this blessed league to kill;			But you have to kill this blessed league;
And holy-thoughted Lucrece to their sight			And sacred with lucrece in the eyes
Must sell her joy, her life, her world's delight.			Must sell your joy, your life, the joy of your world.
Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,			Your lily hand hand of your rosy cheek is below
Cozening the pillow of a lawful kiss;			Summarize the pillow of a lawful kiss;
Who, therefore angry, seems to part in sunder,			Who, so angry, seems to separate from Sunder
Swelling on either side to want his bliss;			Swelling on both sides to want his bliss;
Between whose hills her head entombed is:			Between whose hill your head is locked up:
Where, like a virtuous monument, she lies,			Where it lies like a virtuous monument,
To be admir'd of lewd unhallow'd eyes.			Admire by indecent eyes.
Without the bed her other fair hand was,			Without the bed, her other beautiful hand was
On the green coverlet; whose perfect white			On the green ceiling; their perfect white
Show'd like an April daisy on the grass,			Showed like an April geese in the grass,
With pearly sweat, resembling dew of night,			With mother of pearl, which resembles dew of the night,
Her eyes, like marigolds, had sheath'd their light,			Her eyes, like marigolds, had rubbed their light,
And canopied in darkness sweetly lay,			And lay above average in the dark, lay,
Till they might open to adorn the day.			Until they could open up to decorate the day.
Her hair, like golden threads, play'd with her breath;			Her hair, like golden threads, played with her breath;
O modest wantons! wanton modesty!			O modest wantons! Attention modesty!
Showing life's triumph in the map of death,			Show the life of life on the map of death,
And death's dim look in life's mortality:			And the dark appearance of death in the mortality rate of life:
Each in her sleep themselves so beautify,			Each embellish in their sleep,
As if between them twain there were no strife,			As if there was two arguments between them,
But that life liv'd in death, and death in life.			But this life lived in death and death in life.
Her breasts, like ivory globes circled with blue,			Your breasts, like ivory balls, circles with blue,
A pair of maiden worlds unconquered,			A few girls, unintentional,
Save of their lord no bearing yoke they knew,			Salvation of her master did not give a complementation that they knew,
And him by oath they truly honoured.			And he through oath that they really honored.
These worlds in Tarquin new ambition bred:			These worlds in Tarquin breed new ambitions:
Who, like a foul usurper, went about			Who, like a bad usurpator, went around
From this fair throne to heave the owner out.			From this fair throne to remove the owner.
What could he see but mightily he noted?			What could he see, but he noticed powerful?
What did he note but strongly he desir'd?			What did he notice, but he wanted to be strong?
What he beheld, on that he firmly doted,			What he saw, he thought firmly
And in his will his wilful eye he tir'd.			And in his will he was in front of the intentional eye.
With more than admiration he admir'd			With more than admired he admired
Her azure veins, her alabaster skin,			Your Azure veins, your alabaster skin,
Her coral lips, her snow-white dimpled chin.			Her coral lips, her snow -white chin.
As the grim lion fawneth o'er his prey,			Like the dark lion over his prey,
Sharp hunger by the conquest satisfied,			Sharp hunger satisfied with the conquest,
So o'er this sleeping soul doth Tarquin stay,			So over this sleeping soul remains Tarquin, remains,
His rage of lust by grazing qualified;			His anger of pleasure qualified by grazing;
Slack'd, not suppress'd; for standing by her side,			Slack'd, not suppressed; stand for your side
His eye, which late this mutiny restrains,			His eye, which holds back this mutiny late,
Unto a greater uproar tempts his veins:			His veins seduced to a greater turmoil:
And they, like straggling slaves for pillage fighting,			And they, as they spray slaves for the looting struggles,
Obdurate vassals. fell exploits effecting,			Obdaue vassals. Fur exploits effects,
In bloody death and ravishment delighting,			Delighted in bloody death and crush,
Nor children's tears nor mothers' groans respecting,			Children's tears and mothers moan as it respects,
Swell in their pride, the onset still expecting:			In their pride they swell, the beginning is still expected:
Anon his beating heart, alarum striking,			To his beating heart, alarum,
Gives the hot charge and bids them do their liking.			Gives the hot fee and offers you how you like.
His drumming heart cheers up his burning eye,			His drumming heart accumulates his burning eye,
His eye commends the leading to his hand;			His eye recommends that that leads to his hand;
His hand, as proud of such a dignity,			His hand, so proud of such a dignity,
Smoking with pride, march'd on to make his stand			Smoking with pride, marching to make his stand
On her bare breast, the heart of all her land;			On her bare breast, the heart of her whole country;
Whose ranks of blue veins, as his hand did scale,			Whose ranks of the blue veins, like his hand scaled,
Left their round turrets destitute and pale.			Leave her round towers center and pale.
They, mustering to the quiet cabinet			You collect a quiet closet
Where their dear governess and lady lies,			Where their love for governors and their lady lies,
Do tell her she is dreadfully beset,			Tell her that she is terribly occupied
And fright her with confusion of their cries:			And frighten them with the confusion of their screams:
She, much amaz'd, breaks ope her lock'd-up eyes,			You, a lot of Amazs, breaks your eyes,
Who, peeping forth this tumult to behold,			Who who emerges this tumult to see,
Are by his flaming torch dimm'd and controll'd.			Are dimmm and controlled due to its flaming torch.
Imagine her as one in dead of night			Imagine it as one at night
From forth dull sleep by dreadful fancy waking,			From the blunt sleep through terrible fantasyaches,
That thinks she hath beheld some ghastly sprite,			This believes that she has seen something horrible sprite
Whose grim aspect sets every joint a shaking:			Whose grim aspect of each joint sets a shake:
What terror 'tis! but she, in worser taking,			What kind of terror it is! But she, in the temple, takes,
From sleep disturbed, heedfully doth view			Disturbed from sleep, secretly astonishingly look
The sight which makes supposed terror true.			The sight that supposedly makes terror.
Wrapp'd and confounded in a thousand fears,			Packed and confused in a thousand fears,
Like to a new-kill'd bird she trembling lies;			Like a new bird she trembled;
She dares not look; yet, winking, there appears			She doesn't dare to look; Still appears there
Quick-shifting antics, ugly in her eyes:			Quickly delayed antics, ugly in your eyes:
Such shadows are the weak brain's forgeries:			Such shadows are the fakes of the weak brain:
Who, angry that the eyes fly from their lights,			Who, angry that the eyes fly out of their lights,
In darkness daunts them with more dreadful sights.			In the dark, she carries with more terrible sights.
His hand, that yet remains upon her breast,			His hand that still stays on her chest,
(Rude ram, to batter such an ivory wall!)			(Incolately RAM to beat such an ivory wall!)
May feel her heart, poor citizen, distress'd,			Can feel your heart, poor citizen, worrying,
Wounding itself to death, rise up and fall,			To death, rise and fall,
Beating her bulk, that his hand shakes withal.			Hit her masses that his hand shakes.
This moves in him more rage, and lesser pity,			This moves more anger and less bad in it,
To make the breach, and enter this sweet city.			To close the violation and enter this sweet city.
First, like a trumpet, doth his tongue begin			First, like a trumpet, his tongue begins
To sound a parley to his heartless foe,			Sound a parley for his heartless enemy,
Who o'er the white sheet peers her whiter chin,			Whoever over the white sheet is your white chin, this is a white chin,
The reason of this rash alarm to know,			The reason for this skin alarm, knowing that,
Which he by dumb demeanour seeks to show;			What he tries to show through stupid behavior;
But she with vehement prayers urgeth still			But they asked with vehement
Under what colour he commits this ill.			Under which color he is so sick.
Thus he replies: 'The colour in thy face,			So he replies: 'The color in your face,
(That even for anger makes the lily pale,			(That makes the lily for anger, pale,
And the red rose blush at her own disgrace)			And the red rose blushes in its own shame)
Shall plead for me and tell my loving tale:			Should ask me for me and tell my loving story:
Under that colour am I come to scale			I come to scale under this color
Thy never-conquer'd fort: the fault is thine,			Your never cross: the guilt is yours,
For those thine eyes betray thee unto mine.			Because this your eyes reveal you to mine.
Thus I forestall thee, if thou mean to chide:			This is how I behave if you mean it too chide:
Thy beauty hath ensnared thee to this night,			Your beauty captivated you that night
Where thou with patience must my will abide,			Where you have to be patient, my will must adhere to
My will that marks thee for my earth's delight,			My will that marks you for the joy of my earth,
Which I to conquer sought with all my might;			What I was looking for with all might;
But as reproof and reason beat it dead,			But as a blame and reason, it was dead,
By thy bright beauty was it newly bred.			It was newly bred by your bright beauty.
I see what crosses my attempt will bring;			I see what crosses my attempt.
I know what thorns the growing rose defends;			I know what the growing rose defends thorns;
I think the honey guarded with a sting;			I think the honey guarded with a stab;
All this, beforehand, counsel comprehends:			The lawyer includes all of this in advance:
But will is deaf, and hears no heedful friends;			But Will is deaf and does not hear domestic friends;
Only he hath an eye to gaze on beauty,			Only he has an eye to look at beauty,
And dotes on what he looks, 'gainst law or duty.			And points about what he looks like to gain law or obligation.
I have debated, even in my soul,			I even discussed in my soul
What wrong, what shame, what sorrow I shall breed;			What a shame, what grief I will breed;
But nothing can Affection's course control,			But nothing can do the course control of affection
Or stop the headlong fury of his speed.			Or stop the upside down of his speed.
I know repentant tears ensue the deed,			I know that rusty tears follow the deed
Reproach, disdain, and deadly enmity;			Allegation, contempt and fatal hostility;
Yet strike I to embrace mine infamy.'			But I beat my shame. '
This said, he shakes aloft his Roman blade,			That means he shakes into the Roman blade,
Which, like a falcon towering in the skies,			What, like a falcon in heaven, like a falcon that protrudes in heaven,
Coucheth the fowl below with his wings' shade,			Coucheth the poultry below with the shadow of its wings,
Whose crooked beak threats if he mount he dies:			Whose crooked beak threatened when he dies, he dies:
So under his insulting falchion lies			So lies under his insulting falchion
Harmless Lucretia, marking what he tells			Harmless lucretia marks what he tells
With trembling fear, as fowl hear falcon's bells.			With trembling fear when poultry hears Falcon's bells.
Lucrece,' quoth he, 'this night I must enjoy thee:			Lucrece, 'Quoth he', I have to enjoy you that night:
If thou deny, then force must work my way,			If you deny, then the strength has to work my way
For in thy bed I purpose to destroy thee;			Because in your bed I aim to destroy you;
That done, some worthless slave of thine I'll slay.			That did a worthless slave that I will kill.
To kill thine honour with thy life's decay;			To kill your honor with your life;
And in thy dead arms do I mean to place him,			And I want to place him in your dead arms
Swearing I slew him, seeing thee embrace him.			I swear and killed him and saw him hug him.
So thy surviving husband shall remain			So your surviving husband will remain
The scornful mark of every open eye;			The contemptuous brand of every open eye;
Thy kinsmen hang their heads at this disdain,			Your relatives hang their heads on this contempt,
Thy issue blurr'd with nameless bastardy:			Your edition is blurred with a nameless bastardy:
And thou, the author of their obloquy,			And you, the author of her lock,
Shalt have thy trespass cited up in rhymes,			Should your violation cite in rhyme,
And sung by children in succeeding times.			And sung by children in successful times.
But if thou yield, I rest thy secret friend:			But if you give in, I rest your secret friend:
The fault unknown is as a thought unacted;			The unknown is a not unreal thought;
A little harm, done to a great good end,			A little damage, put to a great good end,
For lawful policy remains enacted.			For lawful politics, it remains to be issued.
The poisonous simple sometimes is compacted			The poisonous simple is sometimes compressed
In a pure compound; being so applied,			In a pure connection; to be applied in this way,
His venom in effect is purified.			His poisonous poison is cleaned.
Then, for thy husband and thy children's sake,			Then for your husband and your children,
Tender my suit: bequeath not to their lot			Draw my suit: do not legate on your lot
The shame that from them no device can take,			The shame that no device can take away from them
The blemish that will never be forgot;			The flaw that is never forgotten;
Worse than a slavish wipe, or birth-hour's blot:			Worse than a slavish wiping or birthplace:
For marks descried in men's nativity			For marker
Are nature's faults, not their own infamy.'			Are the mistakes of nature, not their own shame. '
Here with a cockatrice' dead-killing eye			Here with a dead eye from Cockatrice
He rouseth up himself and makes a pause;			He stands up and takes a break;
While she, the picture of pure piety,			While you are the image of pure piety,
Like a white hind under the grype's sharp claws,			Like a white back hind under the sharp claws of the committee,
Pleads in a wilderness where are no laws,			Advocates in a wilderness where there are no laws,
To the rough beast that knows no gentle right,			To the rough animal that does not know any gentle right,
Nor aught obeys but his foul appetite.			Also obey something except his bad appetite.
But when a black-fac'd cloud the world doth threat,			But if a black-FAC cloud threatens the world, threatens
In his dim mist the aspiring mountains hiding,			The up -and -coming mountains hide in his weak fog,
From earth's dark womb some gentle gust doth get,			From the dark uterus of the earth, some gentle gusts they get
Which blows these pitchy vapours from their biding,			That blows these pitchy vapors from their inland
Hindering their present fall by this dividing;			Hinder their current fall through this separation;
So his unhallow'd haste her words delays,			So his rude delays hurried their words
And moody Pluto winks while Orpheus plays.			And Moody Pluto winks while Orpheus plays.
Yet, foul night-working cat, he doth but dally,			Still lazy, nightly cat, but it lasts, but Dally,
While in his hold-fast foot the weak mouse panteth;			During his hold-down fat foot the weak mouse pantier;
Her sad behaviour feeds his vulture folly,			Their sad behavior feeds his vultures,
A swallowing gulf that even in plenty wanteth:			A swallowless golf that himself in great wishes:
His ear her prayers admits, but his heart granteth			His ear admits her prayers, but his heart grants himself
No penetrable entrance to her plaining:			No penetration to your connection:
Tears harden lust, though marble wear with raining.			Tears harden, even though marble wear with rain.
Her pity-pleading eyes are sadly fix'd			Unfortunately, their compassionate eyes have been remedied
In the remorseless wrinkles of his face;			In the ruthless wrinkles of his face;
Her modest eloquence with sighs is mix'd,			Your modest eloquence with sighs is mixed,
Which to her oratory adds more grace.			Which gives more grace to your oratorio.
She puts the period often from his place,			It often exhibits time from its place
And midst the sentence so her accent breaks,			And in the middle of the sentence so that your accent breaks,
That twice she doth begin ere once she speaks.			She starts twice before she speaks.
She conjures him by high almighty Jove,			She conjures him with high almighty jove,
By knighthood, gentry, and sweet friendship's oath,			Of knighthood, nobility and oath of sweet friendship,
By her untimely tears, her husband's love,			Through their premature tears, her husband's love,
By holy human law, and common troth,			According to the Holy Human Act and a common troth,
By heaven and earth, and all the power of both,			Through heaven and earth and all the power of both,
That to his borrow'd bed he make retire,			He retires that to his loaned bed,
And stoop to honour, not to foul desire.			And to honor bending down, not to ask.
Quoth she, 'Reward not hospitality			Quoth you, 'reward not hospitality
With such black payment as thou hast pretended;			With such a black payment as you have faked;
Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee;			Not the sludge the fountain that gave you a drink;
Mar not the thing that cannot be amended;			Mar not what cannot be changed;
End thy ill aim before the shoot be ended:			End your sick goal before the shoot is ended:
He is no woodman that doth bend his bow			He is not a Woodman who bends his bow
To strike a poor unseasonable doe.			Beat a poor, unusual deer.
My husband is thy friend; for his sake spare me;			My husband is your friend; For his will save me;
Thyself art mighty; for thine own sake leave me;			Yourself powerful; Leave me for your own sake;
Myself a weakling, do not then ensnare me;			I am a weakening, then I didn't start;
Thou look'st not like deceit; do not deceive me;			You don't look like fraud; Don't be mistaken;
My sighs, like whirlwinds, labour hence to heave thee.			My sighs, like whirlwind, work to lift you.
If ever man were mov'd with woman's moans,			If the man had ever moved with the woman's moaning,
Be moved with my tears, my sighs, my groans:			Be moved with my tears, my sigh, my groan:
All which together, like a troubled ocean,			Everything that together, like a restless ocean,
Beat at thy rocky and wreck-threatening heart;			Battle your rocky and wrecking heart;
To soften it with their continual motion;			To soften it with its continuous movement;
For stones dissolv'd to water do convert.			Convert disolved water for stones.
O, if no harder than a stone thou art,			O, if not harder than a stone, you are art,
Melt at my tears, and be compassionate!			Melt with my tears and be compassionate!
Soft pity enters at an iron gate.			Soft pity occurs on an iron gate.
In Tarquin's likeness I did entertain thee;			I entertained you in Tarquin's similarity;
Hast thou put on his shape to do him shame?			Did you tackle his shape to make him shame?
To all the host of heaven I complain me,			I complain to the whole host of heaven, myself,
Thou wrong'st his honour, wound'st his princely name.			You false his honor, his princely name.
Thou art not what thou seem'st; and if the same,			You are not what you seem; And if the same,
Thou seem'st not what thou art, a god, a king;			You don't seem what you are, a god, a king;
For kings like gods should govern every thing.			Because kings and gods should rule everything.
How will thy shame be seeded in thine age,			How is your shame sown at your age?
When thus thy vices bud before thy spring!			So if your tingle bud before your spring!
If in thy hope thou dar'st do such outrage,			If you make so outraged in your hope, you are outraged,
What dar'st thou not when once thou art a king!			What you don't once you are a king!
O, be remember'd, no outrageous thing			Oh, it is remembered, not a outrageous thing
From vassal actors can he wip'd away;			He can delete from vassal actors;
Then kings' misdeeds cannot be hid in clay.			Then Kings' misdeeds cannot be hidden in the sound.
This deed will make thee only lov'd for fear,			This act will only make you loved for fear
But happy monarchs still are fear'd for love:			But happy monarchs are still afraid of love:
With foul offenders thou perforce must bear,			With bad criminals you have to endure PERFORCE,
When they in thee the like offences prove:			If you prove the same crimes in you:
If but for fear of this, thy will remove;			But if fear of fear, she will remove her distance;
For princes are the glass, the school, the book,			For princes, the glass, the school, the book, are
Where subjects eyes do learn, do read, do look.			Where the eye learn to learn, read, look.
And wilt thou be the school where Lust shall learn?			And will you be the school in which pleasure should learn?
Must he in thee read lectures of such shame:			He has to read lectures of such shame in you:
Wilt thou be glass, wherein it shall discern			Do you want to be glass, although it should recognize
Authority for sin, warrant for blame,			Authority for sin, arrest warrant against the guilt,
To privilege dishonour in thy name?			Dispensing privileged in your name?
Thou back'st reproach against long-living laud,			You have the accusation against long -lasting laud
And mak'st fair reputation but a bawd.			And Mak'St fair call, but a Bawd.
Hast thou command? by him that gave it thee,			Do you have command From him that you existed
From a pure heart command thy rebel will:			Command your rebels from a pure heart:
Draw not thy sword to guard iniquity,			Do not draw your sword to protect the injustice,
For it was lent thee all that brood to kill.			Because all the brood was borrowed to kill you.
Thy princely office how canst thou fulfill,			Your princely office, how can you fulfill
When, pattern'd by thy fault, foul Sin may say			If, if your guilt, the bad sin can say
He learn'd to sin, and thou didst teach the way?			He learned to sin and you taught the way?
Think but how vile a spectacle it were			Think about how hideous a spectacle was
To view thy present trespass in another.			To see your current violation in another.
Men's faults do seldom to themselves appear;			Men's mistakes rarely appear;
Their own transgressions partially they smother:			Partially suffocate their own violations:
This guilt would seem death-worthy in thy brother.			This guilt seems to be fatal in her brother.
O how are they wrapp'd in with infamies			O How are you divided with shame?
That from their own misdeeds askaunce their eyes!			That of your own misdeeds asks her eyes!
To thee, to thee, my heav'd-up hands appeal,			To you, to you, give my violent hands,
Not to seducing lust, thy rash relier;			Not to be seduced to seduce your pleasure, your rash, richer;
I sue for exil'd majesty's repeal;			I complain for the cancellation of the majesty.
Let him return, and flattering thoughts retire:			Let him return and flatter thoughts retire:
His true respect will 'prison false desire,			His true respect will be false to prison
And wipe the dim mist from thy doting eyne,			And wipe off the dark fog from your Pospurian Eyne,
That thou shalt see thy state, and pity mine.'			You should see your condition and pity mine. '
Have done,' quoth he: 'my uncontrolled tide			I did, 'Quoth he:' My uncontrolled tide
Turns not, but swells the higher by this let.			Doesn't turn, but swelled the higher.
Small lights are soon blown out, huge fires abide,			Small lights will soon be blown out, huge fire stick to
And with the wind in greater fury fret:			And with the wind in a larger Fury Bund:
The petty streams that pay a daily debt			The small currents that pay a daily guilt
To their salt sovereign, with their fresh falls' haste,			To their salt confidently, with the hurry of their fresh cases,
Add to his flow, but alter not his taste.'			Add to his river, but do not change its taste. '
Thou art,' quoth she, 'a sea, a sovereign king;			You are 'quoth her', a sea, a sovereign king;
And, lo, there falls into thy boundless flood			And there falls into your limitless tide there
Black lust, dishonour, shame, misgoverning,			Schwarze lust, shole, shoes, missgast,
Who seek to stain the ocean of thy blood.			They try to color the ocean of your blood.
If all these petty ills shall change thy good,			If all these small diseases are supposed to change your good,
Thy sea within a puddle's womb is hears'd,			Your sea within the womb is heard
And not the puddle in thy sea dispers'd.			And not the puddle in your sea distributions.
So shall these slaves be king, and thou their slave;			So these slaves should be king and you their slave;
Thou nobly base, they basely dignified;			You are noble base, it is worthy;
Thou their fair life, and they thy fouler grave;			You your fair life, and you your foul grave;
Thou loathed in their shame, they in thy pride:			You have loathed her shame, in your pride:
The lesser thing should not the greater hide;			The lighter shouldn't hide the hiding place;
The cedar stoops not to the base shrub's foot,			The cedar does not bend to the foot of the base shrub,
But low shrubs whither at the cedar's root.			But low shrubs where to the root of the cedar.
So let thy thoughts, low vassals to thy state'--			Let your thoughts, low vassals in your condition '-'-
No more,' quoth he; 'by heaven, I will not hear thee:			No longer »quoth; "I won't hear you in heaven:
Yield to my love; if not, enforced hate,			Give in to my love; If not, forced hatred,
Instead of love's coy touch, shall rudely tear thee;			Instead of Love's Coy Touch you will roughly start up;
That done, despitefully I mean to bear thee			That did, but I still want to wear you
Unto the base bed of some rascal groom,			To the base bed of a ragged groom,
To be thy partner in this shameful doom.'			To be your partner in this shameful demise. '
This said, he sets his foot upon the light,			That means he puts his foot on the light,
For light and lust are deadly enemies;			There are fatal enemies for light and lust;
Shame folded up in blind concealing night,			Shame folded together in blind hidden night,
When most unseen, then most doth tyrannize.			If it is unimaginated, they tyrannize the most.
The wolf hath seiz'd his prey, the poor lamb cries;			The wolf had his prey, the poor lamb cries;
Till with her own white fleece her voice controll'd			Until her own white fleece, your voice controls your voice
Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold:			Ensoms her outcry into the sweet fold of her lips:
For with the nightly linen that she wears			Because with the nocturnal linen she wears
He pens her piteous clamours in her head;			He supports her malignant mussels in her head;
Cooling his hot face in the chastest tears			Cooling his hot face in the swells tears
That ever modest eyes with sorrow shed.			The always modest eyes with funeral dandruff.
O, that prone lust should stain so pure a bed!			Oh, this desire to abdomen should color such a pure bed!
The spots whereof could weeping purify,			The stains that I could cry from, clean
Her tears should drop on them perpetually.			Your tears should keep you falling on you.
But she hath lost a dearer thing than life,			But she has lost a more expensive thing than life,
And he hath won what he would lose again.			And he won what he would lose again.
This forced league doth force a further strife;			This forced the league to another dispute;
This momentary joy breeds months of pain,			This current joy breeds months of pain,
This hot desire converts to cold disdain:			This hot wish converts into cold contempt:
Pure Chastity is rifled of her store,			Pure chastity is obtained from your shop,
And Lust, the thief, far poorer than before.			And lust, the thief, far poorer than before.
Look, as the full-fed hound or gorged hawk,			See how the fat dog or the Gorged Hawk,
Unapt for tender smell or speedy flight,			Untape for delicate smell or faster flight,
Make slow pursuit, or altogether balk			Slow persecution or overall beam
The prey wherein by nature they delight;			The prey that they naturally delight;
So surfeit-taking Tarquin fares this night:			Surfig Tarquin tariffs that night:
His taste delicious, in digestion souring,			Its taste delicious, in digestion acidic,
Devours his will, that liv'd by foul devouring.			Devoured his will, that lived through bad winding.
O deeper sin than bottomless conceit			O deeper sin than bottomless imagination
Can comprehend in still imagination!			Can understand in silence!
Drunken desire must vomit his receipt,			Drunk desire must vomit his receipt,
Ere he can see his own abomination.			Before he can see his own abomination.
While lust is in his pride no exclamation			While the pleasure is in his pride, no exclamation
Can curb his heat, or rein his rash desire,			Can contain his heat or limit its rapid desire,
Till, like a jade, self-will himself doth tire.			Till, like a jade, sounds itself.
And then with lank and lean discolour'd cheek,			And then with a blank and slim discoloration, cheek,
With heavy eye, knit brow, and strengthless pace,			With a heavy eye, knitting knitting and powerless pace,
Feeble desire, all recreant, poor, and meek,			Weak desire, all relaxation, poor and meek,
Like to a bankrupt beggar wails his case:			A bankrupt beggar whines his case:
The flesh being proud, desire doth fight with Grace,			The meat is proud, the desire fights with grace,
For there it revels; and when that decays,			Because there it indulges; And if that disintegrates
The guilty rebel for remission prays.			The culprit rebel prays for remission.
So fares it with this faultful lord of Rome,			So there is this incorrect Mr. Rome,
Who this accomplishment so hotly chas'd;			Who was so hot this performance;
For now against himself he sounds this doom,			For the time being against himself, he sounds this doom,
That through the length of times he stands disgrac'd:			He stands through the length in which he stood:
Besides, his soul's fair temple is defac'd;			In addition, the fair temple of his soul is defied;
To whose weak ruins muster troops of cares,			Worries about their weak ruins are concerned about worries
To ask the spotted princess how she fares.			To ask the discovered princess how it cuts it off.
She says, her subjects with foul insurrection			She says her subjects with a bad uprising
Have batter'd down her consecrated wall,			I struck her consecrated wall,
And by their mortal fault brought in subjection			And through their mortal mistake, which submitted submission
Her immortality, and made her thrall			Their immortality and made it to be cleared up
To living death, and pain perpetual;			To live death and pain forever;
Which in her prescience she controlled still,			What in her caution she controlled,
But her foresight could not forestall their will.			But their foresight could not prevent their will.
Even in this thought through the dark night he stealeth,			Even in this thought he steals through the dark night,
A captive victor that hath lost in gain;			A prisoner winner who lost in a profit;
Bearing away the wound that nothing healeth,			The wound removed that nothing heals
The scar that will, despite of cure, remain;			The scar that will remain despite healing;
Leaving his spoil perplex'd in greater pain.			His prey confused in greater pain.
She hears the load of lust he left behind,			She hears the cargo of the cargo he left behind
And he the burthen of a guilty mind.			And he the bursts of a guilty spirit.
He like a thievish dog creeps sadly thence;			He crawls from there like a thieving dog;
She like a wearied lamb lies panting there;			She is panting like a tired lamb;
He scowls, and hates himself for his offence;			He takes and hates his crime;
She, desperate, with her nails her flesh doth tear;			She, desperate, soaked her meat with her nails;
He faintly flies, sweating with guilty fear;			He flies difficult and sweats of guilty fear;
She stays, exclaiming on the direful night;			She stays and calls out on the bad night;
He runs, and chides his vanish'd, loath'd delight.			He runs and taps his disappeared, loathless joy.
He thence departs a heavy convertite;			He leaves a severe converts;
She there remains a hopeless castaway:			She remains a hopeless Castaway:
He in his speed looks for the morning light;			He is looking for the morning light in his speed;
She prays she never may behold the day;			She prays that she can never see the day;
For day,' quoth she, 'night's scapes doth open lay;			For day "Quoth you", the night capes were.
And my true eyes have never practis'd how			And my real eyes have never practiced how
To cloak offences with a cunning brow.			To overthrow crimes with a torn forehead.
They think not but that every eye can see			You don't think, but that every eye can see
The same disgrace which they themselves behold;			The same shame that you see yourself;
And therefore would they still in darkness be,			And would therefore still be in the dark
To have their unseen sin remain untold;			Their invisible sin remain unseen;
For they their guilt with weeping will unfold,			Because they will develop their guilt with wines,
And grave, like water that doth eat in steel,			And grave, like water that eats in steel,
Upon my cheeks what helpless shame I feel.'			On my cheeks, which helpless shame I feel. '
Here she exclaims against repose and rest,			Here she calls out against calm and calm
And bids her eyes hereafter still be blind.			And asks her eyes, which are still blind below.
She wakes her heart by beating on her breast,			She wakes her heart by hitting her chest.
And bids it leap from thence, where it may find			And offered it, it jumps from where it can find
Some purer chest, to close so pure a mind.			Some purer breasts to close.
Frantic with grief thus breathes she forth her spite			Hectic with grief she breathes her despite her despite her
Against the unseen secrecy of night:			Against the invisible confidentiality of the night:
O comfort-killing night, image of hell!			O Comfort-Tiling Night, picture of hell!
Dim register and notary of shame!			Dark register and notary of the shame!
Black stage for tragedies and murders fell!			Black stage for tragedies and murders fell!
Vast sin-concealing chaos! nurse of blame!			Huge chaos with sinners! Guilt of guilt!
Blind muffled bawd! dark harbour for defame!			Blindly steamed bawd! Dark Harbor for defamation!
Grim cave of death, whispering conspirator			Dark cave of death, whispering conspirators
With close-tongued treason and the ravisher!			With close detonator betrayal and the ravisher!
O hateful, vaporous, and foggy night!			O Hasserfillter, damn and foggy night!
Since thou art guilty of my cureless crime,			Since you made my Kurrisches crime guilty,
Muster thy mists to meet the eastern light,			Pattern your fog to hit the eastern light,
Make war against proportion'd course of time!			Get war against proportional time!
Or if thou wilt permit the sun to climb			Or if you will allow the sun to climb
His wonted height, yet ere he go to bed,			His size won, but um he to bed,
Knit poisonous clouds about his golden head.			Knitting toxic clouds around his golden head.
With rotten damps ravish the morning air;			The morning air dawn with rotten dawn;
Let their exhal'd unwholesome breaths make sick			Let your exhaled, mischief breaths make you sick
The life of purity, the supreme fair,			The life of purity, the highest mass,
Ere he arrive his weary noontide prick;			Before he arrives his tired noontide tail;
And let thy misty vapours march so thick,			And let your foggy vapors march so thickly,
That in their smoky ranks his smother'd light			The suffocated light in her smoky square is
May set at noon and make perpetual night.			Set May at 12 p.m. and do eternal night.
Were Tarquin night (as he is but night's child),			Were tarquin night (as he is only the night child),
The silver-shining queen he would distain;			The silver -day queen he would distance;
Her twinkling handmaids too, by him defil'd,			Also their sparkling hands
Through Night's black bosom should not peep again:			Due to the black bosom from Night, should not look again:
So should I have co-partners in my pain:			So I should have co-partner in my pain:
And fellowship in woe doth woe assuage,			And community in pain and hurt,
As palmers' chat makes short their pilgrimage.			Since Palmer's chat amazes her pilgrimage.
Where now I have no one to blush with me,			Where now I don't have anyone that I can blush with myself
To cross their arms and hang their heads with mine,			To cross their arms and hang their heads with mine,
To mask their brows, and hide their infamy;			Masking her brews and hiding their shame;
But I alone alone must sit and pine,			But I alone have to sit and pine
Seasoning the earth with showers of silver brine,			Spice of the earth with shower of silver brine,
Mingling my talk with tears, my grief with groans,			I mixed my conversation with tears, my grief with moans,
Poor wasting monuments of lasting moans.			Bad waste of monuments with permanent moans.
O night, thou furnace of foul-reeking smoke,			O night, you oven from foul observation smoke,
Let not the jealous day behold that face			Don't let the jealous day of this face see
Which underneath thy black all-hiding cloak			Which underlines under your black panel healing cloak
Immodesty lies martyr'd with disgrace!			Mörutestia lies martyrically with shame!
Keep still possession of thy gloomy place,			Still keep the possession of your dark place
That all the faults which in thy reign are made,			That all mistakes that are made during your reign,
May likewise be sepulchred in thy shade!			Can also be celebrated in your shadow!
Make me not object to the tell-tale day!			Do not do me against the traitorous day!
The light will show, character'd in my brow,			The light will show, characteristic in my forehead,
The story of sweet chastity's decay,			The history of the expiry of Sweet Chastity,
The impious breach of holy wedlock vow:			The godless violation of the holy marriage promise:
Yea, the illiterate, that know not how			Yes, the illiterate who do not know how
To cipher what is writ in learned books,			To prescribe the stationery in scholarly books,
Will quote my loathsome trespass in my looks.			Will quote my hideous transition in my appearance.
The nurse, to still her child, will tell my story			The nurse who is still your child will tell my story
And fright her crying babe with Tarquin's name;			And scare her crying baby with Tarquin's name;
The orator, to deck his oratory,			The speaker to cover his oratorio,
Will couple my reproach to Tarquin's shame:			Will pair my accusation to Tarquin's shame:
Feast-finding minstrels, tuning my defame,			Feast Finding Minnesrels, coordinate my distance,
Will tie the hearers to attend each line,			Bind the listeners to take part in each line,
How Tarquin wronged me, I Collatine.			How Tarquin wrongly did me, I catinze.
Let my good name, that senseless reputation,			Let my good name, this senseless reputation,
For Collatine's dear love be kept unspotted:			Because Collatine's love love stay relaxed:
If that be made a theme for disputation,			If this is done for disputation,
The branches of another root are rotted,			The branches of another root are rotted,
And undeserved reproach to him allotted,			And undedented accusation towards him,
That is as clear from this attaint of mine			This is so clear from my judiciary
As I, ere this, was pure to Collatine.			Like me, before this, it was too collatinic.
O unseen shame! invisible disgrace!			O invisible shame! Invisible shame!
O unfelt sore! crest-wounding, private scar!			O Untellig! Coat of arms, private scar!
Reproach is stamp'd in Collatinus' face,			Allegation is stamped in Collatinus 'face'.
And Tarquin's eye may read the mot afar,			And Tarquin's eye can read the motar in the distance,
How he in peace is wounded, not in war.			How he is injured in peace, not in war.
Alas, how many bear such shameful blows,			Unfortunately, how many wear so shameful blows,
Which not themselves, but he that gives them knows!			What not you yourself, but the one who gives you!
If, Collatine, thine honour lay in me,			If, collatine, your honor was in me,
From me by strong assault it is bereft.			It is adjusted by me through a strong attack.
My honey lost, and I, a drone-like bee,			My honey lost and I, a drone-like bee,
Have no perfection of my summer left,			I don't have any perfection of my summer
But robb'd and ransack'd by injurious theft:			But Robb'd and penetrating theft that is essential for injuries:
In thy weak hive a wandering wasp hath crept,			In your weak beehive, a wandering wasp has dropped
And suck'd the honey which thy chaste bee kept.			And sucked the honey that your bee kept.
Yet am I guilty of thy honour's wrack;--			Nevertheless, I am guilty that the black can be seen of your honor;-
Yet for thy honour did I entertain him;			But I entertained him for your honor;
Coming from thee, I could not put him back,			When I came from you, I couldn't bring him back
For it had been dishonour to disdain him:			Because it had been shame to despise him:
Besides, of weariness he did complain him,			He also complained of fatigue
And talk'd of virtue:--O unlook'd-for evil,			And speak of virtue: -o unfairly for evil,
When virtue is profan'd in such a devil!			When virtue is profane in such a devil!
Why should the worm intrude the maiden bud?			Why should the worm penetrate the girls' bud?
Or hateful cuckoos hatch in sparrows' nests?			Or hatched cuckoo in spatial esters?
Or toads infect fair founts with venom mud?			Or toad infect trade fair fountains with poison sludge?
Or tyrant folly lurk in gentle breasts?			Or tyrannical foolishness in gentle breasts?
Or kings be breakers of their own behests?			Or kings breakers of their own recordings?
But no perfection is so absolute,			But no perfection is so absolutely
That some impurity doth not pollute.			That some contamination is not dirty.
The aged man that coffers up his gold			The aged man who strengthens his gold
Is plagued with cramps, and gouts, and painful fits;			Is plagued by cramps and goods and painful adjustments;
And scarce hath eyes his treasure to behold,			And just to see the view of his treasure to see
But like still-pining Tantalus he sits,			But as always sits Tantalus, he sits,
And useless barns the harvest of his wits;			And useless barns the harvest of his mind;
Having no other pleasure of his gain			Have no other pleasure in his profit
But torment that it cannot cure his pain.			But torture yourself that it cannot heal his pain.
So then he hath it when he cannot use it,			Then he has it if he can't use it
And leaves it to be master'd by his young;			And lets it dominate by his boys;
Who in their pride do presently abuse it:			Who is currently abusing it in their pride:
Their father was too weak, and they too strong,			Her father was too weak and too strong
To hold their cursed-blessed fortune long.			To keep their cursed assets long.
The sweets we wish for turn to loathed sours,			The sweets that we want to loathe, to loathe columns,
Even in the moment that we call them ours.			Even the moment we call it.
Unruly blasts wait on the tender spring;			Inhumane explosions are waiting on the delicate feather;
Unwholesome weeds take root with precious flowers;			Malantous weeds close with precious flowers;
The adder hisses where the sweet birds sing;			The Addierer hisses where the sweet birds sing;
What virtue breeds iniquity devours:			What virtue creates the injustice presentation:
We have no good that we can say is ours,			We have nothing good that we can say, heard us,
But ill-annexed Opportunity			But poorly stopped opportunity
Or kills his life or else his quality.			Or kill his life or quality.
O Opportunity, thy guilt is great:			O opportunity, your guilt is great:
Tis thou that executest the traitor's treason;			If you eat that you do the betrayal of the traitor;
Thou set'st the wolf where he the lamb may get;			You set the wolf where he can get the lamb;
Whoever plots the sin, thou 'point'st the season;			Whoever plans sin, you do the season;
Tis thou that spurn'st at right, at law, at reason;			It is that you to the right, the legally, out of reason, to the right;
And in thy shady cell, where none may spy him,			And in your shady cell, where nobody is allowed to spy on it,
Sits Sin, to seize the souls that wander by him.			Sin sits to grab the souls who come past him.
Thou mak'st the vestal violate her oath;			You Mak'st, the Vestal violates her oath;
Thou blow'st the fire when temperance is thaw'd;			You blame the fire when the moderate is thawed;
Thou smother'st honesty, thou murther'st troth;			You stretch honesty, you had to troth;
Thou foul abettor! thou notorious bawd!			You lazy down gate! You infamous Bawd!
Thou plantest scandal and displacest laud:			You most herbal scandal and twist laud:
Thou ravisher, thou traitor, thou false thief,			You ravisher, you traitor, you false thief,
Thy honey turns to gall, thy joy to grief!			Your honey turns into Gall, your joy into sadness!
Thy secret pleasure turns to open shame,			Your secret pleasure will be ashamed of
Thy private feasting to a public fast;			Your private fast in public fasting;
Thy smoothing titles to a ragged name,			Your smoothing title to a ragged name,
Thy sugar'd tongue to bitter wormwood taste:			Your sugar tongue to the bitter Wermwood taste:
Thy violent vanities can never last.			Your violent vanities can never take.
How comes it then, vile Opportunity,			Then how does it come, hideous opportunities,
Being so bad, such numbers seek for thee?			So bad, such numbers are looking for you?
When wilt thou be the humble suppliant's friend,			If you will be the friend of the modest provider,
And bring him where his suit may be obtain'd?			And bring him to where his suit can be preserved?
When wilt thou sort an hour great strifes to end?			If you sort an hour to sort great strips to the end?
Or free that soul which wretchedness hath chain'd?			Or do you free this soul, which misery has received chains?
Give physic to the sick, ease to the pain'd?			Add physics to fall ill, the pain easier?
The poor, lame, blind, halt, creep, cry out for thee;			The poor, lame, blind, hold, crawl, scream for you;
But they ne'er meet with Opportunity.			But they don't meet with the opportunity.
The patient dies while the physician sleeps;			The patient dies while the doctor sleeps;
The orphan pines while the oppressor feeds;			The orphans while the oppressor feeds;
Justice is feasting while the widow weeps;			Justice beats while the widow is crying;
Advice is sporting while infection breeds;			Advice are sporty while infection breeds;
Thou grant'st no time for charitable deeds:			You have not granted time for non -profit deeds:
Wrath, envy, treason, rape, and murder's rages,			Anger, envy, betrayal, rape and murder rape,
Thy heinous hours wait on them as their pages.			Your hideous hours are waiting for you like your sides.
When truth and virtue have to do with thee,			When truth and virtue have to do with you,
A thousand crosses keep them from thy aid;			They keep a thousand crosses of their help;
They buy thy help; but Sin ne'er gives a fee,			You buy your help; But sin never gives a fee
He gratis comes; and thou art well appay'd			He comes for free; and you are good appetay'd
As well to hear as grant what he hath said.			Also to hear what he said as a grant.
My Collatine would else have come to me			Otherwise my collatin would have come to me
When Tarquin did, but he was stay'd by thee.			As a Tarquin, he was remained by you.
Guilty thou art of murder and of theft;			Guilty that you are murdering and theft;
Guilty of perjury and subornation;			Guilty of meinereid and subornation;
Guilty of treason, forgery, and shift;			Guilty of betrayal, counterfeits and shifts;
Guilty of incest, that abomination:			Guilty of the incest, this atrocity:
An accessory by thine inclination			An accessories through their tendency
To all sins past, and all that are to come,			Have passed to all sins and everything that will come
From the creation to the general doom.			From creation to general downfall.
Mis-shapen Time, copesmate of ugly night,			Mis-shaped time, copesmate from ugly night,
Swift subtle post, carrier of grisly care,			Quickly subtle post, carrier of gruesome care,
Eater of youth, false slave to false delight,			Esser of the youth, false slave to false joy,
Base watch of woes, sin's pack-horse, virtue's snare;			Basic clock of Leiden, sin Packpferd, Tirtes Snare;
Thou nursest all and murtherest all that are:			They are all and had to do everything that are:
O hear me then, injurious, shifting Time!			Oh then hear me, injured, time!
Be guilty of my death, since of my crime.			Be guilty of my death since my crime.
Why hath thy servant, Opportunity,	Poor Milliscent		Why does your servant have the opportunity, opportunity
Betray'd the hours thou gav'st me to repose?	Must pray and repent:		The hours I gave myself to rest?
Cancell'd my fortunes, and enchained me			Cancell'd my fortune and changed me
To endless date of never-ending woes?			Never endless problems with endless date?
Time's office is to fine the hate of foes;			Time's office is to punish the hatred of enemies.
To eat up errors by opinion bred,			Bred to eat errors by opinions,
Not spend the dowry of a lawful bed.			Do not spend the dowry of a lawful bed.
Time's glory is to calm contending kings,			The fame of the time is to calm the competing kings,
To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light,			To expose lies and to bring the truth to light,
To stamp the seal of time in aged things,			To stamp the seal of the time in aged things,
To wake the morn, and sentinel the night,			Wake the morning and Sentinel, Sentinel, at night,
To wrong the wronger till he render right;			To do the wrong wrong until it does correctly;
To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours,			Ruin the proud building with your hours,
And smear with dust their glittering golden towers:			And smear their glittering golden towers with dust:
To fill with worm-holes stately monuments,			Fill stately monuments with worm holes,
To feed oblivion with decay of things,			Forgot to eat with decay of things,
To blot old books and alter their contents,			To close old books and change their content,
To pluck the quills from ancient ravens' wings,			Pluck the springs from the wings of the old ravens,
To dry the old oak's sap and cherish springs;			To dry the juice of the old oak and appreciate sources;
To spoil antiquities of hammer'd steel,			To spoil the antiques of hammer'd steel,
And turn the giddy round of Fortune's wheel;			And turn the false -loving round of the Fortune bike;
To show the beldame daughters of her daughter,			To show her daughter's Beldame daughter
To make the child a man, the man a child,			So that the child make a man, the man to the child,
To slay the tiger that doth live by slaughter,			Kill the tiger who lives through battles,
To tame the unicorn and lion wild,			Tame the unicorn and the lions,
To mock the subtle, in themselves beguil'd;			To mock the subtle mockery;
To cheer the ploughman with increaseful crops,			To cheer the plugmann with increased plants,
And waste huge stones with little water-drops.			And waste huge stones with small water drops.
Why work'st thou mischief in thy pilgrimage,			Why do you work on your pilgrimage?
Unless thou couldst return to make amends?			If you couldn't return to get well again?
One poor retiring minute in an age			A bad retirement minute at an age
Would purchase thee a thousand thousand friends,			Would buy you a thousand thousand friends
Lending him wit that to bad debtors lends:			Unfortunately, borrow him with the debtors:
O, this dread night, wouldst thou one hour come back,			Oh, this fear, you would come back for an hour, come back,
I could prevent this storm, and shun thy wrack!			I could prevent this storm and avoid your wreck!
Thou cease!ess lackey to eternity,			You stop! Esse Lacke to eternity,
With some mischance cross Tarquin in his flight:			With some Messeltarquin in his flight:
Devise extremes beyond extremity,			Develop extremes beyond the withdrawal,
To make him curse this cursed crimeful night:			So that this cursed crime night will curse him:
Let ghastly shadows his lewd eyes affright;			Leave his spite of nasty shadows;
And the dire thought of his committed evil			And the bad thing thought of his committed evil
Shape every bush a hideous shapeless devil.			Form every bush a terrible, informal devil.
Disturb his hours of rest with restless trances,			Disturb his hours of rest with troubled trances,
Afflict him in his bed with bedrid groans;			Pressed him with the bedridden moan in his bed;
Let there bechance him pitiful mischances,			Leave him miserable unknown to make him pitiful,
To make him moan; but pity not his moans:			Make him moan; But it's a shame, not his moan:
Stone him with harden'd hearts, harder than stones;			Stone with a hardened heart, harder than stones;
And let mild women to him lose their mildness,			And let mild women lose their mildness to him,
Wilder to him than tigers in their wildness.			Wilder to him as a tiger in their wildness.
	Jesus daughter, Mary's child,
Let him have time to tear his curled hair,	Holy matron, woman mild,		Let him have time to tear his ruffled hair
Let him have time against himself to rave,	For thee a mass shall still be said,		Let him have time against yourself to rave
Let him have time of Time's help to despair,	Every sister drop a bead;		Let him have time to despair,
Let him have time to live a loathed slave,	And those again succeeding them		Let him have time to live a loathe slave,
Let him have time a beggar's orts to crave;	For you shall sing a Requiem.		Let him have time to long for a beggar;
And time to see one that by alms doth live			And time to see one that lives from alms
Disdain to him disdained scraps to give.			To give despite him despised scrap.
Let him have time to see his friends his foes,			Let him have time to see his friends his enemies
And merry fools to mock at him resort;			And happy fools to mock himself about him;
Let him have time to mark how slow time goes			Let him have time to mark how slow time runs
In time of sorrow, and how swift and short			In the time of grief and how fast and short
His time of folly and his time of sport:			His time of foolishness and his time of sport:
And ever let his unrecalling crime			And ever let his inconspicuous crime
Have time to wail the abusing of his time.			Have time to chase the abuse of his time.
O Time, thou tutor both to good and bad,			Oh time, you tutor both good and bad, bad, bad,
Teach me to curse him that thou taught'st this ill!			Teach me to curse him that you have taught it sick!
At his own shadow let the thief run mad!			In his own shadow, the thief went crazy!
Himself himself seek every hour to kill!			I'm looking for every hour to kill!
Such wretched hands such wretched blood should spill:			Such miserable hands should expire such a miserable blood:
For who so base would such an office have			Because who would have such a office
As slanderous deathsman to so base a slave?	May your happy soul be blithe,		As a defamatory death man to support a slave?
	That so truly pay your tithe:
The baser is he, coming from a king,	He who many children gave,		The basis is that comes from a king
To shame his hope with deeds degenerate.	Tis fit that he one child should have.		To shake his hope with deeds.
The mightier man, the mightier is the thing	Then, fair virgin, hear my spell,		The more powerful man, the more powerful is the thing
That makes him honour'd, or begets him hate;	For I must your duty tell.		This makes him honor or testify to him;
For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.			The largest state is waiting for the largest scandal.
The moon being clouded presently is miss'd,			The moon that is currently being clouded is missed
But little stars may hide them when they list.			But you can hide small stars if you list.
The crow may bathe his coal-black wings in mire,			The crow can bathe its carbon wings in smire,
And unperceived fly with the filth away;	First, a mornings take your book,		And unusual fly with the dirt away;
But if the like the snow-white swan desire,	The glass wherein your self must look;		But when the snow-white swan request,
The stain upon his silver down will stay.			The stain will stay on his silver.
Poor grooms are sightless night, kings glorious day:			Poor grooms are seeing night, kings glorious day:
Gnats are unnoted wheresoe'er they fly,			Mosquitoes are unnecessary where they fly,
But eagles gazed upon with every eye.			But Eagles looked with every eye.
Out, idle words, servants to shallow fools!			Get out, idle words, servant of flat fools!
Unprofitable sounds, weak arbitrators!			Unroting noises, weak referees!
Busy yourselves in skill-contending schools;			Deals with skills that stood across jokes;
Debate where leisure serves with dull debaters;			Debate, serves with boring debates in their free time;
To trembling clients be you mediators:			They are trembling customers mediators:
For me, I force not argument a straw,			For me I don't force a straw, no dispute,
Since that my case is past the help of law.			Since my case goes beyond the help of the right.
In vain I rail at Opportunity,			In vain i bail on occasion,
At Time, at Tarquin, and uncheerful night;			Currently in Tarquin and Uncheckante Night;
In vain I cavil with mine infamy,	You shall ring the sacring bell,		For nothing I Cavil with my shame
In vain I spurn at my confirm'd despite:	Keep your hours, and tell your knell,		For nothing, I kill myself despite:
This helpless smoke of words doth me no right.	Rise at midnight at your matins,		This helpless smoke from words is not a right to me.
The remedy indeed to do me good	Read your Psalter, sing your latins,		The remedy to do well in fact
Is to let forth my foul-defil'd blood.	And when your blood shall kindle pleasure,		Is to leave my bad blood.
	Scourge your self in plenteous measure.
Poor hand, why quiver'st thou at this decree?			Poor hand, why are you trembling with this decree?
Honour thyself to rid me of this shame;			Honor yourself to free me from this shame;
For if I die, my honour lives in thee;			Because when I die, my honor lives in you;
But if I live, thou livest in my defame:			But when I live, you live in my distance:
Since thou couldst not defend thy loyal dame,			You couldn't defend your loyal lady
And wast afear'd to scratch her wicked foe,			And devastated to scratch their evil enemy,
Kill both thyself and her for yielding so.'			Kill both yourself and you because you have given in. '
This said, from her be-tumbled couch she starteth,			That means it starts from her moving couch.
To find some desperate instrument of death:			To find a desperate death center:
But this no slaughter-house no tool imparteth,			But this no slaughterhouse does not convey a tool,
To make more vent for passage of her breath;			To make more ventilation for the passage of your breath;
Which, thronging through her lips, so vanisheth			What that crowds through her lips, so disappear, so
As smoke from Aetna, that in air consumes,			As a smoke from Aetna, which consumes in air,
Or that which from discharged cannon fumes.			Or what from discharged canon stamps.
In vain,' quoth she, 'I live, and seek in vain			For free, "quoth her", I live and search in vain for free
Some happy mean to end a hapless life.			Some are happy to end an unfortunate life.
I fear'd by Tarquin's falchion to be slain,			I'm afraid of Tarquin's falchion to be killed,
Yet for the self-same purpose seek a knife:	You must read the mornings mass,		But they are looking for a knife for self -shipping:
But when I fear'd I was a loyal wife:	You must creep unto the Cross,		But when I feared I was a loyal woman:
So am I now:--O no, that cannot be;	Put cold ashes on your head,		So now I am: -o no, that can't be;
Of that true type hath Tarquin rifled me.	Have a hair cloth for your bed.		Tarquin crowned me from this true type.
O! that is gone for which I sought to live,			Ö! This is gone for which I wanted to live
And therefore now I need not fear to die.			And that's why I don't need to die now.
To clear this spot by death, at least I give			In order to clear this place through death, at least I give
A badge of fame to slander's livery;			A faith for defamation painting;
A dying life to living infamy;	Bid your beads, and tell your needs,		A dying life for living shame;
Poor helpless help, the treasure stolen away,	Your holy Avies, and you Creeds;		Bad helpless help, the treasure removed,
To burn the guiltless casket where it lay!	Holy maid, this must be done,		To burn the innocent coffin where he was!
	If you mean to live a Nun.
Well, well, dear Collatine, thou shalt not know			Well, well, dear Collatine, you shouldn't know
The stained taste of violated troth;			The colored taste of injured Troth;
I will not wrong thy true affection so,			I will not do your true affection wrong, so
To flatter thee with an infringed oath;			To flatter you with an injured oath;
This bastard graff shall never come to growth:			This bastard -graff will never come to growth:
He shall not boast who did thy stock pollute			He should not boast of who did your stock pollution
That thou art doting father of his fruit.			That you are the father of his fruits.
Nor shall he smile at thee in secret thought,			He shouldn't smile at you in secret, either
Nor laugh with his companions at thy state;			Still laugh with his companions in your state;
But thou shalt know thy interest was not bought			But you should know that your interest was not bought
Basely with gold, but stolen from forth thy gate.			Basely with gold, but stolen from her goal.
For me, I am the mistress of my fate,			For me I am the lover of my fate
And with my trespass never will dispense,			And with my violation, it will never do without
Till life to death acquit my forced offence.			Until life releases my forced crime until death.
I will not poison thee with my attaint,			I will not poison you with my judiciary
Nor fold my fault in cleanly-coin'd excuses;			They are still folding my guilt in cleanly laid excuses;
My sable ground of sin I will not paint,			My zobelgrund of sin I will not paint
To hide the truth of this false night's abuses;			To hide the truth of the abuses of this wrong night;
My tongue shall utter all; mine eyes, like sluices,			My tongue will say everything; My eyes like locks,
As from a mountain-spring that feeds a dale,			Like from a mountain jump that feeds a dale,
Shall gush pure streams to purge my impure tale.'			Should pure streams bubble to clean my impure story. '
By this; lamenting Philomel had ended			Thereby; The lament was over, was over
The well-tun'd warble of her nightly sorrow,			The well -coordinated drinkers of their nightly grief,
And solemn night with slow-sad gait descended			And descends with a slow walk
To ugly hell; when, lo, the blushing morrow			To the ugly hell; When, see, the blushing Morrow
Lends light to all fair eyes that light will borrow:			Gives all beautiful eyes light that will borrow light:
But cloudy Lucrece shames herself to see,			But cloudy lucrece ashamed to see
And therefore still in night would cloister'd be.			And that's why it would still be at night.
Revealing day through every cranny spies,			Day through every angle spies, uncover the day,
And seems to point her out where she sits weeping,			And seems to show her where she sits crying
To whom she sobbing speaks: 'O eye of eyes,			To whom she sobs: 'O eye of the eyes,
Why pryest thou through my window? leave thy peeping;			Why are you standing through my window? Let your gaze;
Mock with thy tickling beams eyes that are sleeping:			Spotte with your tickling bar eyes that sleep:
Brand not my forehead with thy piercing light,			Brand not my forehead with your penetrating light,
For day hath nought to do what's done by night.'			It has nothing to do for the day that is done at night. '
Thus cavils she with every thing she sees:			So cavils with everything she sees:
True grief is fond and testy as a child,			True grief is happy and interviewed as a child,
Who wayward once, his mood with nought agrees.			Anyone who is once ideal, their mood with Naught agrees.
Old woes, not infant sorrows, bear them mild;			Old suffering, not small worries, wear mild;
Continuance tames the one: the other wild,			Continuance tough one: the other wild,
Like an unpractis'd swimmer plunging still			Like an weird swimmer that is still stuck
With too much labour drowns for want of skill.			With too much work drowns due to a lack of skill.
So she, deep-drenched in a sea of care,			So you, deeply dried in a sea of ​​care,
Holds disputation with each thing she views,			Hold with every thing she sees, disputation,
And to herself all sorrow doth compare;			And all grief compare for yourself;
No object but her passion's strength renews;			No object except the strength of her passion renewed;
And as one shifts, another straight ensues:			And if you move yourself, another street occurs:
Sometime her grief is dumb and hath no words;			Sometimes her grief is stupid and have no words;
Sometime 'tis mad, and too much talk affords.			At some point it is crazy and too much conversations.
The little birds that tune their morning's joy			The little birds that hire the joy of their morning
Make her moans mad with their sweet melody.			Let her angry in front of her sweet melody.
For mirth doth search the bottom of annoy;			The bottom of the anger is looking for Mirth;
Sad souls are slain in merry company:			Sad souls are killed in Merry Company:
Grief best is pleas'd with grief's society:			Mourning is best interviewed with the mourning company:
True sorrow then is feelingly suffic'd			True grief then feels like
When with like semblance it is sympathiz'd.			If it seems similar, it is with a sympathiz.
Tis double death to drown in ken of shore;			TIS double death to drown in Ken of Shore;
He ten times pines that pines beholding food;			He ten times pine, the pines see pine and food;
To see the salve doth make the wound ache more;			To see that the ointment makes the wound hurt;
Great grief grieves most at that would do it good;			Great grief mourns the most that it would be good;
Deep woes roll forward like a gentle flood;			Depth suffer roles like a gentle tide forward;
Who, being stopp'd, the bounding banks o'erflows;			Who, which are encouraged, the border benches superfluous;
Grief dallied with nor law nor limit knows.			Grief with Nor Law or Limit white.
You mocking birds,' quoth she, 'your tunes entomb			They mock birds, "quoth them", their melodies
Within your hollow-swelling feather'd breasts,			In their hollow weak springs breasts,
And in my hearing be you mute and dumb!			And in my hearing, be silent and stupid!
(My restless discord loves no stops nor rests;			(My restless discord does not love stops or rest;
A woeful hostess brooks not merry guests:)			A sad host of Brooks no happy guests :)
Relish your nimble notes to pleasing ears;			Enjoy your nimble notes on pleasant ears.
Distress likes dumps when time is kept with tears.			Not likes dumps when the time is kept with tears.
Come, Philomel, that sing'st of ravishment,			Come, philomel, this from swarm,
Make thy sad grove in my dishevell'd hair:			Make your sad grove in my hair:
As the dank earth weeps at thy languishment,			While the moist earth cries in its excitement,
So I at each sad strain will strain a tear,			So I will put a tear on every sad burden,
And with deep groans the diapason bear:			And with deep groans of the Diapason Bear:
For burthen-wise I'll hum on Tarquin still,			For Burthen I will still have Tarquin,
While thou on Tereus descant'st better skill.			While you give better skills on Tereus Descant.
And whiles against a thorn thou bear'st thy part,			And while wearing your part against a thorn,
To keep thy sharp woes waking, wretched I,			To wake up your sharp suffering, misery me, me,
To imitate thee well, against my heart			To imitate yourself well against my heart
Will fix a sharp knife, to affright mine eye;			Repair a sharp knife to numb the mine eye;
Who, if it wink, shall thereon fall and die.			Who, if it winks, will fall and die.
These means, as frets upon an instrument,			This means that as a fründe on an instrument,
Shall tune our heart-strings to true languishment.			Should adjust our heart to true language.
And for, poor bird, thou sing'st not in the day,			And for poor bird, you are not during the day, not
As shaming any eye should thee behold,			You should see each other, you should see
Some dark deep desert, seated from the way,			Some dark deep desert, sitting from the path,
That knows not parching heat nor freezing cold,			This knows that it has not saved any heat or frozen cold,
Will we find out; and there we will unfold			Will we find out? And there we will develop
To creatures stern sad tunes, to change their kinds:			Sad melodies strict to creatures to change their species:
Since men prove beasts, let beasts bear gentle minds.'			Since men prove beasts, they let beasts wear. '
As the poor frighted deer, that stands at gaze,			Like the poor frightened deer, that is in view,
Wildly determining which way to fly,			Determine wild which path should fly,
Or one encompass'd with a winding maze,			Or one with a winding labyrinth to
That cannot tread the way out readily;			This cannot easily occur;
So with herself is she in mutiny,			So with herself she is in mutiny,
To live or die which of the twain were better,			To live or die, which the Twain was better, better,
When life is sham'd, and Death reproach's debtor.			When life is watched and the debtor of the death of death against the accusation.
To kill myself,' quoth she, 'alack! what were it,			To kill me, 'Quoth you', Alack! What was it,
But with my body my poor soul's pollution?			But with my body the pollution of my poor soul?
They that lose half with greater patience bear it			Those who lose half with greater patience
Than they whose whole is swallow'd in confusion.			Than she, whose whole is confused.
That mother tries a merciless conclusion			This mother tries a merciless conclusion
Who, having two sweet babes, when death takes one,			Who, two cute babes, when death takes one,
Will slay the other, and be nurse to none.	Peace and charity within,		Will kill the others and be not a nurse.
	Never touch't with deadly sin;
My body or my soul, which was the dearer,	I cast my holy water pure		My body or soul that was the loved one,
When the one pure, the other made divine?	On this wall and on this door,		If one of them made the other divine?
Whose love of either to myself was nearer?	That from evil shall defend,		Whose love for myself was closer?
When both were kept for heaven and Collatine?	And keep you from the ugly fiend:		When were both thought to be heaven and the collatin?
Ah, me! the bark peel'd from the lofty pine,			Ah, me! The bark switched from the high pine,
His leaves will wither, and his sap decay;	Shall approach or come this way;		His leaves will take wither and decay his juice;
So must my soul, her bark being peel'd away.			So my soul, her bark that has been pulled away.
Her house is sack'd, her quiet interrupted,			Your house has been released, her calm, interrupted,
Her mansion batter'd by the enemy;			Your Villa dough from the enemy;
Her sacred temple spotted, spoil'd, corrupted,			Your holy temple discovered, spoiled, spoiled,
Grossly engirt with daring infamy:			Roughly narrow with dared shame:
Then let it not be call'd impiety,			Then don't let it be referred to,
If in this blemish'd fort I make some hole			When I make a hole in this error
Through which I may convey this troubled soul.			Through which I can convey this restless soul.
Yet die I will not till my Collatine			But I don't die to my collatine
Have heard the cause of my untimely death;			Heard the cause of my early death;
That he may vow, in that sad hour of mine,			That he can vibrate from me in my sad hour,
Revenge on him that made me stop my breath.			Revenge on him that made me stop my breath.
My stained blood to Tarquin I'll bequeath,			My stained blood after Tarquin I will be bent
Which by him tainted shall for him be spent,			What is spoiled by him to spend him
And as his due writ in my testament.			And like his due letter in my will.
My honour I'll bequeath unto the knife			My honor, I will let up with the knife
That wounds my body so dishonoured.			That injures my body so dishonores.
Tis honour to deprive dishonour'd life;			It is an honor to deprive life;
The one will live, the other being dead:			One will live, the other is dead:
So of shame's ashes shall my fame be bred;			My fame is to be bred by Shame's ashes;
For in my death I murther shameful scorn:			Because in my death I am a shameful contempt:
My shame so dead, mine honour is new-born.			My shame is so dead, my honor was born.
Dear lord of that dear jewel I have lost,			Dear Lord of this dear jewel that I have lost,
What legacy shall I bequeath to thee?			What legacy should I leave you?
My resolution, Love, shall be thy boast,			My solution, love, should be your boast
By whose example thou reveng'd mayst be.			Through example, you have accommodated it.
How Tarquin must be used, read it in me:			How Tarquin needs to be used, read it in me:
Myself, thy friend, will kill myself, thy foe,			I myself, your friend, will kill me, your enemy,
And, for my sake, serve thou false Tarquin so.			And for my sake, they are incorrectly used to Tarquin.
This brief abridgement of my will I make:			I make this short abbreviation of my will:
My soul and body to the skies and ground;			My soul and my body to heaven and the ground;
My resolution, husband, do thou take;			My solution, husband, you take;
Mine honour be the knife's that makes my wound;			My honor is the knife that makes my wound;
My shame be his that did my fame confound;			My shame was his who confused my fame;
And all my fame that lives disburs'd be			And all my fame that defused life would be
To those that live, and think no shame of me.			For those who live and don't think about me.
Thou, Collatine, shalt oversee this will;			You, Collatine, should monitor this will;
How was I overseen that thou shalt see it!			How was I monitored that you should see it!
My blood shall wash the slander of mine ill;			My blood will wash the defamation sick from me;
My life's foul deed my life's fair end shall free it.			The bad act of my life will free the fair end of my life.
Faint not, faint heart, but stoutly say "so be it:"			Weak not, weak heart, but say: "So it is:"
Yield to my hand; my hand shall conquer thee;			Give in to my hand; My hand should conquer you;
Thou dead, both die, and both shall victors be.'			You dead, both die and both are said to be the winner. '
This plot of death when sadly she had laid,			This conspiracy of death when it unfortunately had laid,
And wip'd the brinish pearl from her bright eyes,			And wiped the Brinish pearl out of her bright eyes,
With untun'd tongue she hoarsely call'd her maid,			With her unreached tongue, she called her maid hoarsely.
Whose swift obedience to her mistress hies;			Whose faster obedience to their loved one;
For fleet-wing'd duty with thought's feathers flies.			For the fleet -winged duty with the feathers flies from thoughts.
Poor Lucrece' cheeks unto her maid seem so			The poor Lucrece -Wangen to their maid seem to be like this
As winter meads when sun doth melt their snow.			As a winter gise when the sun melt its snow.
Her mistress she doth give demure good-morrow,			Your loved one, it is reserved to give a good problem,
With soft-slow tongue, true mark of modesty,			With soft jumping union, true sign of modesty,
And sorts a sad look to her lady's sorrow,			And sorts a sad look at the grief of her lady,
(For why her face wore sorrow's livery,)			(Because why her face was wearing grief,)
But durst not ask of her audaciously			But don't ask for her
Why her two suns were cloud-eclipsed so,			Why their two suns were so clouded, so, so,
Nor why her fair cheeks over-wash'd with woe.			Still why their fair cheeks were washed over.
But as the earth doth weep, the sun being set,			But when the earth cries, the sun is set
Each flower moisten'd like a melting eye;			Every flower was lit like a melting eye;
Even so the maid with swelling drops 'gan wet			Nevertheless, the maid with swelling of Gan Nass
Her circled eyne, enforc'd by sympathy			She circled Eyne, implemented by sympathy
Of those fair suns, set in her mistress' sky,			Of these beautiful suns, which plays into the sky of her lover,
Who in a salt-wav'd ocean quench their light,			Anyone who deletes their light in a salt wave ocean,
Which makes the maid weep like the dewy night.			This makes the maid cry like the wet night.
A pretty while these pretty creatures stand,			A pretty while these pretty creatures are standing
Like ivory conduits coral cisterns filling:			Like ivory, coral cathedral filling:
One justly weeps; the other takes in hand			One rightly cries; The other takes hand in hand
No cause, but company, of her drops spilling:			Not a thing, but society, from their drops that are buried:
Their gentle sex to weep are often willing:			Crying your gentle sex is often ready:
Grieving themselves to guess at others' smarts,			Mourn for the clever of others,
And then they drown their eyes or break their hearts.			And then they drown their eyes or break their hearts.
For men have marble, women waxen minds,			Because men have marble, women grow heads,
And therefore are they form'd as marble will;			And are therefore formed as marble will;
The weak oppress'd, the impression of strange kinds			The weak suppressed, the impression of strange species
Is form'd in them by force, by fraud, or skill:			Is formulated in them by violence, fraud or skill:
Then call them not the authors of their ill,			Then they don't call the authors of their illness
No more than wax shall be accounted evil,			No more than wax is evil, evil,
Wherein is stamp'd the semblance of a devil.			The appearance of a devil stamps.
Their smoothness, like a goodly champaign plain,			Your smoothness, like a good champagne level,
Lays open all the little worms that creep;			Put on all the little worms that crawl;
In men, as in a rough-grown grove, remain			Stay in men, like in a rough grown grove
Cave-keeping evils that obscurely sleep:			Cave floors that sleep darkly:
Through crystal walls each little mote will peep:			Every little Mote looks at through crystal walls:
Though men can cover crimes with bold stern looks,			Although men can cover crimes with courageous strict appearance,
Poor women's faces are their own faults' books.			Poor women's faces are the books of their own mistakes.
No man inveigb against the wither'd flower,			No man has invited against the withered flower,
But chide rough winter that the flower hath kill'd!			But Chide Rough Winter that the flower killed!
Not that devour'd, but that which doth devour,			Not devouring that, but what devours,
Is worthy blame. O, let it not be hild			Is a worthy guilt. O, don't let it be hild
Poor women's faults, that they are so fulfill'd			Bad women's mistakes that they are so fulfilled
With men's abuses! those proud lords, to blame,			Abusing with men! These proud gentlemen, guilt,
Make weak-made women tenants to their shame.			Make weak women's tenants your shame.
The precedent whereof in Lucrece view,			The precedent of which in Lucrece view,
Assail'd by night with circumstances strong			Attacked with strong circumstances at night
Of present death, and shame that might ensue			Of the current death and the shame that could result from it
By that her death, to do her husband wrong:			Through her death to go wrong with her husband:
Such danger to resistance did belong;			Such a risk of resistance listened;
The dying fear through all her body spread;			The dying fear through her whole body spread;
And who cannot abuse a body dead?			And who can't abuse a body?
By this, mild Patience bid fair Lucrece speak			In this way, mild patience speaks fairly
To the poor counterfeit of her complaining:			To the bad falsification of your complaint:
My girl,' quoth she, 'on what occasion break			My girl, 'quoth her', in what opportunity
Those tears from thee, that down thy cheeks are raining?			These tears of you who rain down your cheeks?
If thou dost weep for grief of my sustaining,			If you cry for the grief of my sustainability,
Know, gentle wench, it small avails my mood:			White, gentle Wench, it benefits my mood:
If tears could help, mine own would do me good.			If tears could help, my own would do me good.
But tell me, girl, when went'--(and there she stay'd			But tell me girls, when went '-(and she stays there
Till after a deep groan) 'Tarquin from, hence?'			Until after a deep moan) 'Tarquin from, so?'
Madam, ere I was up,' replied the maid,			Madam, um I was up, answered the maid, the maid,
The more to blame my sluggard negligence:			The more fault of my difficult negligence:
Yet with the fault I thus far can dispense;			But so far I can do without the mistake;
Myself was stirring ere the break of day,			I moved the day break
And, ere I rose, was Tarquin gone away.			And um I rose, Tarquin was gone.
But, lady, if your maid may be so bold,			But, lady when her maid is so brave,
She would request to know your heaviness.'			She would ask you to know her heaviness. '
O peace!' quoth Lucrece: 'if it should be told,			O peace! 'Quoth Lucrece:' If it should be said
The repetition cannot make it less;			The repetition can no less create;
For more it is than I can well express:			For more it is than I can express:
And that deep torture may be call'd a hell,			And this deep torture can be called hell,
When more is felt than one hath power to tell.			If more can be felt than to tell a force.
Go, get me hither paper, ink, and pen--			Go, bring me to paper, ink and pen.
Yet save that labour, for I have them here.			But save this work because I have it here.
What should I say?--One of my husband's men			What should I say?-One of my husband's men
Bid thou be ready, by and by, to bear			Offer you are ready to gradually
A letter to my lord, my love, my dear;			A letter to my Lord, my love, my love;
Bid him with speed prepare to carry it;			Provide it at speed to prepare yourself to wear it;
The cause craves haste, and it will soon be writ.'			The cause is hurried and it will soon be written. '
Her maid is gone, and she prepares to write,			Your maid is gone and she is preparing to write
First hovering o'er the paper with her quill:			First floating over the paper with your pen:
Conceit and grief an eager combat fight;			Imagination and grief an eager fighting struggle;
What wit sets down is blotted straight with will;			What the joke turns down is just with Will;
This is too curious-good, this blunt and ill:			This is too curious, these blunt and sick:
Much like a press of people at a door,			Similar to a press of people at a door,
Throng her inventions, which shall go before.			Turn on your inventions that will go beforehand.
At last she thus begins:--'Thou worthy lord			Finally she starts like this: “You worthy gentleman
Of that unworthy wife that greeteth thee,			This unworthy woman who welcomes you,
Health to thy person! next vouchsafe to afford			Health for you! Next bugsafe to afford
(If ever, love, thy Lucrece thou wilt see)			(If at all, love, your lucrece you will see)
Some present speed to come and visit me:			A current speed to visit me:
So, I commend me from our house in grief:			So I recommend mourning from our house:
My woes are tedious, though my words are brief.'			My sufferings are boring, although my words are short. '
Here folds she up the tenor of her woe,			Here she folds the tenor of her suffering,
Her certain sorrow writ uncertainly.			Your certain grief written in writing.
By this short schedule Collatine may know			Through this short schedule, the collatine can know
Her grief, but not her grief's true quality;			Their grief, but not the true quality of their grief;
She dares not thereof make discovery,			She doesn't dare to be discovered
Lest he should hold it her own gross abuse,			So that he shouldn't keep your own gross consumption,
Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse.			Um she had colored her excessive dye welter with blood.
Besides, the life and feeling of her passion			Also the life and the feeling of their passion
She hoards, to spend when he is by to hear her;			She hoard to spend when he's over to hear her;
When sighs, and groans, and tears may grace the fashion			When sighing and groaning and tears adorn fashion
Of her disgrace, the better so to clear her			Her shame, the better to clear her
From that suspicion which the world my might bear her.			Out of this suspicion that the world I can bear.
To shun this blot, she would not blot the letter			In order to avoid this stain, it would not struggle the letters
With words, till action might become them better.			With words, the action could get better.
To see sad sights moves more than hear them told;			To see that sad sights moved more than she hears;
For then the eye interprets to the ear			Because then the eye interprets the ear
The heavy motion that it doth behold,			The heavy movement she doesn't see
When every part a part of woe doth bear.			If every part of a part of woe bärt.
Tis but a part of sorrow that we hear:			But it is part of the grief we hear:
Deep sounds make lesser noise than shallow fords,			Deep noises make fewer noises than flat Fords,
And sorrow ebbs, being blown with wind of words.			And grief ebbs, with wind of the words.
Her letter now is seal'd, and on it writ			Your letter is now sealed and written on it
At Ardea to my lord with more than haste;'			In Ardea to my master with more than hurry; '
The post attends, and she delivers it,			The mail accepts and it delivers it
Charging the sour-fac'd groom to hie as fast			Charge the groom of the sour groom as quickly as
As lagging fowls before the northern blast.			As a delayed chickens in front of the northern explosion.
Speed more than speed but dull and slow she deems:			Speed ​​more than speed, but boring and slowly it thinks it is:
Extremely still urgeth such extremes.			Extremely so extreme.
The homely villain court'sies to her low;			The Homeely villain court on her deep;
And, blushing on her, with a steadfast eye			And, she blushed with an unshakable eye
Receives the scroll, without or yea or no,			Receives the scroll, without or yes or no,
And forth with bashful innocence doth hie.			And it is with shy innocence.
But they whose guilt within their bosoms lie			But you whose guilt lies in your breasts
Imagine every eye beholds their blame;			Imagine each eye sees your guilt;
For Lucrece thought he blush'd to see her shame:			Because Lucrece thought he blushed to see her shame:
When, silly groom! God wot, it was defect			When, silly groom! God was, it was defective
Of spirit, life, and bold audacity.			Of spirit, life and brave boldness.
Such harmless creatures have a true respect			Such harmless creatures have a real respect
To talk in deeds, while others saucily			To speak in deeds while others cheekily
Promise more speed, but do it leisurely:			Promise more speed, but do it leisurely:
Even so this pattern of the worn-out age			Nevertheless this pattern of worn age
Pawn'd honest looks, but laid no words to gage.			Honestly looked, but Gage did not say words.
His kindled duty kindled her mistrust,			Its inflamed duty lit mistrust
That two red fires in both their faces blaz'd;			That two red fire lure in both faces;
She thought he blush'd, as knowing Tarquin's lust,			She thought he blushed to know as Tarquin's desire,
And, blushing with him, wistly on him gaz'd;			And, blushed with him, wistfully on him;
Her earnest eye did make him more amaz'd:			Her serious eye made him more Amazs:
The more saw the blood his cheeks replenish,			The more the blood saw his cheeks resumed
The more she thought he spied in her some blemish.			The more she believed that he spied on a flaw.
But long she thinks till he return again,			But for a long time she thinks until he comes back,
And yet the duteous vassal scarce is gone.			And yet the cuddly vasall tubers have disappeared.
The weary time she cannot entertain,			The tired time that she cannot entertain,
For now 'tis stale to sigh, to weep, to groan:			At the moment it is stale to sigh, cry, moan:
So woe hath wearied woe, moan tired moan,			So he hurt tired, moaned tired, groaning,
That she her plaints a little while doth stay,			The fact that she remains a little bit remains that they stay
Pausing for means to mourn some newer way.			Break for means to mourn the new.
At last she calls to mind where hangs a piece			Finally she remembers where a piece hangs
Of skilful painting, made for Priam's Troy;			Of clever paintings that was made for Priam's Troy;
Before the which is drawn the power of Greece,			Before what the power of Greece is drawn,
For Helen's rape the city to destroy,			So that Helen's rape of the city can destroy,
Threat'ning cloud-kissing Ilion with annoy;			Threat Cloud-Kissing Ilion with an annoying one;
Which the conceited painter drew so proud,			What the imaginary painter made so proud
As heaven (it seem'd) to kiss the turrets bow'd.			As the sky (it seemed) to kiss the towers.
A thousand lamentable objects there,			A thousand complained objects there,
In scorn of Nature, Art gave lifeless life:			In contempt for nature, art gave lifeless life:
Many a dry drop seem'd a weeping tear,			Some dry drops seemed to be a crying tear,
Shed for the slaughter'd husband by the wife:			Dandruff for the slaughtered husband of the woman:
The red blood reek'd, to show the painter's strife;			The red blood directed to show the painter's unrest;
The dying eyes gleam'd forth their ashy lights,			The dying eyes shimmered her grayles lights.
Like dying coals burnt out in tedious nights.			Like dying coals burned out in tedious nights.
There might you see the labouring pioner			Maybe you will see the working Pioner
Begrim'd with sweat, and smeared all with dust;			Disturbed with sweat and smeared with dust;
And from the towers of Troy there would appear			And it would appear from the Troy towers
The very eyes of men through loopholes thrust,			The eyes of the people through gaps,
Gazing upon the Greeks with little lust:			Look at the Greeks with little desire:
Such sweet observance in this work was had,			Such a sweet compliance in this work,
That one might see those far-off eyes look sad.			That could see this distant eyes sad.
In great commanders grace and majesty			In large commanders grace and majesty
You might behold, triumphing in their faces;			You could see that you triumph on your faces;
In youth, quick bearing and dexterity;			Fast storage and skill in youth;
And here and there the painter interlaces			And here and there the painter dresses up
Pale cowards, marching on with trembling paces;			Blow cowards, march with trembling steps;
Which heartless peasants did so well resemble,			Which heartless farmers resembled so well,
That one would swear he saw them quake and tremble.			This would swear that he trembled and trembled them.
In Ajax and Ulysses, O, what art			In Ajax and Ulysses, o, what kind of art
Of physiognomy might one behold!			You could see from physiognomy!
The face of either 'cipher'd either's heart;			The face of the two cipher of the two heart;
Their face their manners most expressly told:			Her face told her face most explicitly:
In Ajax' eyes blunt rage and rigour roll'd;			In Ajax 'eyes, dull anger and strict rolled;
But the mild glance that sly Ulysses lent			But the mild look that lent clever Ullysses
Show'd deep regard and smiling government.			Show deep consideration and smiling government.
There pleading might you see grave Nestor stand,			There they ask that they see the grave nestor
As't were encouraging the Greeks to fight;			How the Greeks did not encourage to fight;
Making such sober action with his hand			Make such an empty action with his hand
That it beguiled attention, charm'd the sight:			The sight conjured up that it was attentive:
In speech, it seem'd, his beard, all silver white,			In the speech it seemed his beard, all silver white,
Wagg'd up and down, and from his lips did fly			Dared up and down and flew from his lips
Thin winding breath, which purl'd up to the sky.			Thin, winding breath that asked to heaven.
About him were a press of gaping faces,			Above him were a press gaping faces
Which seem'd to swallow up his sound advice;			She seemed to swallow his solid advice;
All jointly listening, but with several graces,			Listen together, but with several graces,
As if some mermaid did their ears entice;			As if a mermaid in love her ears;
Some high, some low, the painter was so nice:			Some high, some low, the painter was so beautiful:
The scalps of many, almost hid behind,			The scalp for many, almost hidden, behind
To jump up higher seem'd to mock the mind.			Jumping higher seemed to mock the mind.
Here one man's hand lean'd on another's head,			Here the hand of one man leaned on the head of another,
His nose being shadow'd by his neighbour's ear;			His nose is shaded by his neighbor's ear;
Here one being throng'd bears back, all boll'n and red;			Here, which is stressed, active, all Boll'n and red;
Another smother'd seems to pelt and swear;			Another suffocated shot seems to swear and swear;
And in their rage such signs of rage they bear,			And in their anger such signs of anger they wear,
As, but for loss of Nestor's golden words,			As, but for the loss of Nestor's golden words,
It seem'd they would debate with angry swords.			It seemed like being debated with angry swords.
For much imaginary work was there;			Because there was a lot of imaginary work;
Conceit deceitful, so compact, so kind,			Local fraudulent, so compact, so friendly, so nice,
That for Achilles' image stood his spear,			That for Achilles' picture stood his spear,
Grip'd in an armed hand; himself, behind,			Gripped in an armed hand; yourself, behind,
Was left unseen, save to the eye of mind:			Became invisible, except for the eye of the mind:
A hand, a foot, a face, a leg, a head,			A hand, a foot, a face, leg, a head,
Stood for the whole to be imagined,			It stood that the whole thing had imagined
And from the walls of strong-besieged Troy			And from the walls of strong troy
When their brave hope, bold Hector, march'd to field,			If your courageous hope, brave hector, marches to the field,
Stood many Trojan mothers, sharing joy			Stood many Trojan mothers and divided joy
To see their youthful sons bright weapons wield;			To see their youthful sons bright weapons;
And to their hope they such odd action yield,			And to hope that they will result in such strange action,
That through their light joy seemed to appear,			That through their slight joy seemed to appear,
(Like bright things stain'd) a kind of heavy fear,			(How bright things colored) a kind of severe fear,
And, from the strond of Dardan, where they fought,			And from the strond of Dardan, where they fought,
To Simois' reedy banks, the red blood ran,			The red blood ran to Simois' Reedy Banks,
Whose waves to imitate the battle sought			Their waves to imitate the requested battle
With swelling ridges; and their ranks began			With swelling combs; and their ranks started
To break upon the galled shore, and than			To break on the bank, and as
Retire again, till, meeting greater ranks,			Back in retirement until to meet larger ranks,
They join, and shoot their foam at Simois' banks.			They join and shoot their foam to Simois' banks.
To this well-painted piece is Lucrece come,			For this well -painted piece, Lucrece Come,
To find a face where all distress is stell'd.			To find a face in which everyone is set up.
Many she sees where cares have carved some,			Many she sees where Cares carved some carved
But none where all distress and dolour dwell'd,			But none where everyone drew and dolor lived,
Till she despairing Hecuba beheld,			Until she desperately saw Hecuba,
Staring on Priam's wounds with her old eyes,			Stared with her old eyes on Priams wounds,
Which bleeding under Pyrrhus' proud foot lies.			Which bleeds under Pyrrhus' proud foot.
In her the painter had anatomiz'd			The painter had anatomized in it
Time's ruin, beauty's wrack, and grim care's reign:			Time's ruin, Beauty's Wrack and Grim Care's reign:
Her cheeks with chops and wrinkles were disguis'd;			Her cheeks with chops and wrinkles were disguised;
Of what she was no semblance did remain:			Of what it was, there was no appearance:
Her blue blood, chang'd to black in every vein,			Your blue blood, black in every way to be black,
Wanting the spring that those shrunk pipes had fed,			Request the spring that had fed these shrinked pipes,
Show'd life imprison'd in a body dead.			Show life in a body that is dead.
On this sad shadow Lucrece spends her eyes,			Lucrece spends her eyes on this sad shadow.
And shapes her sorrow to the beldame's woes,			And shapes their grief to the sufferings of the Beldame,
Who nothing wants to answer her but cries,			If you don't want, but cry
And bitter words to ban her cruel foes:			And bitter words to ban their cruel enemies:
The painter was no god to lend her those;			The painter was not a god to borrow them;
And therefore Lucrece swears he did her wrong,			And that's why Lucrece swears that he did her wrong
To give her so much grief, and not a tongue.			To give her so much grief and not a tongue.
Poor instrument,' quoth she, 'without a sound,			Bad instrument, 'quoth her', without a sound,
I'll tune thy woes with my lamenting tongue;			I will set your suffering with my waving tongue.
And drop sweet balm in Priam's painted wound,			And fall cute balm in Priams painted wound,
And rail on Pyrrhus that hath done him wrong,			And rail on Pyrrhus who did it wrong
And with my tears quench Troy that burns so long;			And with my tears browse Troy who burns for so long;
And with my knife scratch out the angry eyes			And with my knife they scratch the angry eyes
Of all the Greeks that are thine enemies.			Of all the Greeks that are your enemies.
Show me the strumpet that began this stir,			Show me the strumpet that started this task
That with my nails her beauty I may tear.			I can tear your beauty with my nails.
Thy heat of lust, fond Paris, did incur			Your heat of lust, Fond Paris, created
This load of wrath that burning Troy doth bear;			This load of anger that burns Troy, bear;
Thy eye kindled the fire that burneth here:			Your eye ignited the fire that burns here:
And here in Troy, for trespass of thine eye,			And here in Troy, for the violation of your eye,
The sire, the son, the dame, and daughter die.			The father, the son, the lady and daughter die.
Why should the private pleasure of some one			Why should the private pleasure of someone?
Become the public plague of many mo?			Become the public plague of many mo.?
Let sin, alone committed, light alone			Leave sin, solely obliged to light alone
Upon his head that hath transgressed so.			It exceeded it on his head.
Let guiltless souls be freed from guilty woe:			Let blueprints be released from a blueprint:
For one's offence why should so many fall,			Because of your own offense, why should so many fall?
To plague a private sin in general?			A private sin in general plagues?
Lo, here weeps Hecuba, here Priam dies,			Lo, hier Weint Hecuba, Hier Priam -tag
Here manly Hector faints, here Troilus swounds;			Here you faint male hector, here troilus swings;
Here friend by friend in bloody channel lies,			Here is a friend of friend in bloody canal rescues,
And friend to friend gives unadvised wounds,			And friend of the friend gives incomparable wounds,
And one man's lust these many lives confounds:			And the lust of a man confuses these many lives:
Had doting Priam check'd his son's desire,			Had checked Priam how he had checked his son's wish,
Troy had been bright with fame and not with fire.'			Troy had been light with fame and not with fire. '
Here feelingly she weeps Troy's painted woes:			Here they feel Troy's painted problems:
For sorrow, like a heavy-hanging bell,			For grief, like a heavily hanging bell,
Once set on ringing, with his own weight goes;			As soon as he rings, it goes with his own weight;
Then little strength rings out the doleful knell:			Then the little force rings out of the great knell:
So Lucrece set a-work sad tales doth tell			So Lucrece A-Work Sad Tales was to tell
To pencill'd pensiveness and colour'd sorrow;			To benstbeans and colored grief;
She lends them words, and she their looks doth borrow.			She lends words to them and she looks.
She throws her eyes about the painting round,			She throws her eyes over the painting, round,
And whom she finds forlorn she doth lament:			And whoever she is abandoned, she has a complaint:
At last she sees a wretched image bound,			Finally she sees a miserable picture bound
That piteous looks to Phrygian shepherds lent:			This visual view of the Phrygian shepherds gave:
His face, though full of cares, yet show'd content;			His face, although she is full of worries, showed the content;
Onward to Troy with the blunt swains he goes,			Continue to Troy with the blunt weaknesses he goes,
So mild, that Patience seem'd to scorn his woes.			So mild, this patience seemed to despise his suffering.
In him the painter labour'd with his skill			In him the painter worked with his ability
To hide deceit, and give the harmless show			To hide fraud and give the harmless show
An humble gait, calm looks, eyes wailing still,			A humble gait, calm looks, eyes that still whine, quiet,
A brow unbent, that seem'd to welcome woe;			An unbounded forehead that seemed to be welcoming welcoming;
Cheeks neither red nor pale, but mingled so			Cheeks neither red nor pale, but mixed up like this
That blushing red no guilty instance gave,			The blushing red, no guilty instance,
Nor ashy pale the fear that false hearts have.			Ashy also pale the fear that false hearts are.
But, like a constant and confirmed devil,			But like a constant and confirmed devil,
He entertain'd a show so seeming just,			He had a show that seemed like that, just
And therein so ensconc'd his secret evil,			And so Enconc'd his secret evil,
That jealousy itself cold not mistrust			This jealousy itself do not mistrust itself
False-creeping craft and perjury should thrust			Wrong craft and meinereid should penetrate
Into so bright a day such black-fac'd storms,			In as brightly a day like black storms, storms,
Or blot with hell-born sin such saint-like forms.			Or sloppy with the sin of hell's use of such sacred forms.
The well-skill'd workman this mild image drew			The well -qualified worker who pulled this mild picture
For perjur'd Sinon, whose enchanting story			For Perjurd Sinon, whose enchanting story
The credulous Old Priam after slew;			The gullible old priam killed;
Whose words, like wildfire, burnt the shining glory			Whose words, like a running fire, burned the brilliant glory
Of rich-built Ilion, that the skies were sorry,			Of richly built Ilion that the sky is sorry,
And little stars shot from their fixed places,			And small stars shot from their firm places,
When their glass fell wherein they view'd their faces.			When her glass fell, where they looked at their faces.
This picture she advisedly perus'd,			This picture made you advisable
And chid the painter for his wondrous skill;			And scold the painter for his miraculous ability;
Saying, some shape in Sinon's was abus'd;			SAGING, EINIGE Form in sinons war abus;
So fair a form lodged not a mind so ill:			So fair a form that is not so sick:
And still on him she gaz'd; and gazing still,			And she still looked at him; and look quietly,
Such signs of truth in his plain face she spied,			Such signs of truth in his simple face that she spied on,
That she concludes the picture was belied.			That it comes to the conclusion that the picture was refuted.
It cannot be,' quoth she, 'that so much guile'--			It can't be, 'quoth her,' that so much '-
(She would have said) 'can lurk in such a look;'			(She would have said) "can lurk in such a look;"
But Tarquin's shape came in her mind the while,			But Tarquin's shape came in her thoughts, while the while,
And from her tongue 'can lurk' from 'cannot' took;			And 'can' can'tein 'can' lurk 'from her tongue;
It cannot be' she in that sense forsook,			It cannot be that in this sense it can be because of the Sook
And turn'd it thus: 'It cannot be, I find,			And turned it this way: 'It can't be, I think
But such a face should bear a wicked mind:			But such a face should wear an evil spirit:
For even as subtle Sinon here is painted,			Because also painted here as a subtle sinon,
So sober-sad, so weary, and so mild,			So sober, so tired and so mild,
(As if with grief or travail he had fainted,)			(As if he had fainted with grief or difficulties)
To me came Tarquin armed; so beguil'd			For me, Tarquin came armed; So excited
With outward honesty, but yet defil'd			With external honesty, but yet coated
With inward vice: as Priam him did cherish,			With inner vice: How Priam he estimated, estimated,
So did I Tarquin; so my Troy did perish.			I also tarquin; So my Troy died.
Look, look, how listening Priam wets his eyes,			Look, see how hearing priam
To see those borrow'd tears that Sinon sheds.			To see these borrowed tears that Sinon shouts.
Priam, why art thou old and yet not wise?			Priam, why are you old and yet not wise?
For every tear he falls a Trojan bleeds;			He is a Trojan for every tear;
His eye drops fire, no water thence proceeds;			His eye drops fire, no water goes from there;
Those round clear pearls of his that move thy pity,			These round clear pearls from him, which moved your pity,
Are balls of quenchless fire to burn thy city.			Are balls with Quenchless Fire to burn your city.
Such devils steal effects from lightless hell;			Such devils steal effects from light hell;
For Sinon in his fire doth quake with cold,			For Sinon in his fire they tremble before the cold,
And in that cold hot-burning fire doth dwell;			And she lives in this cold hot burning fire;
These contraries such unity do hold,			These objects have such a unit,
Only to flatter fools, and make them bold;			Just to flatter and make them brave;
So Priam's trust false Sinon's tears doth flatter,			This is how Priams trust false sinons tears,
That he finds means to burn his Troy with water.'			That he thinks he means burning his troy with water. '
Here, all enrag'd, such passion her assails,			Here everyone, all committed, such passion, their attacks,
That patience is quite beaten from her breast.			This patience is pretty much beaten by her chest.
She tears the senseless Sinon with her nails,			She tears the senseless sinon with her nails,
Comparing him to that unhappy guest			Compare him with this unfortunate guest
Whose deed hath made herself herself detest;			Their act has deteriorated;
At last she smilingly with this gives o'er;			Finally she smiled with this O'er;
Fool, fool!' quoth she, 'his wounds will not be sore.'			Dummy, fool! 'Quoth you, "his wounds will not be sore."
Thus ebbs and flows the current of her sorrow,			So Ebbs and flows the current of their grief,
And time doth weary time with her complaining.			And time is tired when you complain.
She looks for night, and then she longs for morrow,			She is looking for night and then longs for Morrow,
And both she thinks too long with her remaining:			And both she thinks for too long with her remaining one:
Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.			The short time seems to be long in the sharp sustainability of mourning.
Though woe be heavy, yet it seldom sleeps;			Although it is difficult, it rarely sleeps;
And they that watch see time how slow it creeps.			And those who see how slowly it crawls.
Which all this time hath overslipp'd her thought,			What has littered all the time,
That she with painted images hath spent;			That she spent painted pictures;
Being from the feeling of her own grief brought			To be out of the feeling of their own grief
By deep surmise of others' detriment:			By deep presumption of the disadvantage of others:
Losing her woes in shows of discontent.			Losing their suffering in shows of dissatisfaction.
It easeth some, though none it ever cur'd,			It corresponds to some, although none has ever brought it together,
To think their dolour others have endur'd.			To think that their Dolor other is over.
But now the mindful messenger, come back,			But now the mindful messenger, come back,
Brings home his lord and other company;			Brings his master and another society home;
Who finds his Lucrece clad in mourning black:			Who finds his lucrence dressed black in mourning:
And round about her tear-distained eye			And around your tear -free eye
Blue circles stream'd, like rainbows in the sky.			Blue circles flocked like rainbow in the sky.
These water-galls in her dim element			These water aisles in their weak element
Foretell new storms to those already spent.			Foretell new storms have already been spent.
Which when her sad-beholding husband saw,			What when her sad husband saw
Amazedly in her sad face he stares:			He stares amazingly in her sad face:
Her eyes, though sod in tears, look'd red and raw,			Her eyes, although the grass looked in tears, looked red and raw.
Her lively colour kill'd with deadly cares.			Her lively color killed with fatal worries.
He hath no power to ask her how she fares,			He has no power to ask her how she is doing.
Both stood, like old acquaintance in a trance,			Both, like old acquaintances, were in a trance,
Met far from home, wondering each other's chance.			Meet far away from home and wonder the chance of the other.
At last he takes her by the bloodless hand,			Finally he takes her with the bloodless hand
And thus begins: 'What uncouth ill event			And so begins: “What an rude sick event
Hath thee befall'n, that thou dost trembling stand?			Have you trembling?
Sweet love, what spite hath thy fair colour spent?			Sweet love, what would your fair color have output?
Why art thou thus attir'd in discontent?			Why are you so dissatisfied?
Unmask, dear dear, this moody heaviness,			Expose, treasure, this atmospheric heaviness,
And tell thy grief, that we may give redress.'			And tell your grief that we can give reparation. '
Three times with sighs she gives her sorrow fire,			Three times with sighs she gives her grief fire,
Ere once she can discharge one word of woe:			He can once give a word of woe:
At length address'd to answer his desire,			Finally addressed address to answer his wish,
She modestly prepares to let them know			It is modestly preparing to let her know
Her honour is ta'en prisoner by the foe;			Her honor is the prisoner of the enemy;
While Collatine and his consorted lords			While Collatine and his posted gentlemen
With sad attention long to hear her words.			With sad attention, long to hear your words.
And now this pale swan in her watery nest			And now this pale swan in her watery nest
Begins the sad dirge of her certain ending:			The sad Klygo starts from her safe end:
Few words,' quoth she, 'shall fit the trespass best,			Only a few words, 'quoth you', should fit the best matching transition,
Where no excuse can give the fault amending:			Where no excuse can give the error change:
In me more woes than words are now depending;			In me, more suffering than words are now dependent;
And my laments would be drawn out too long,			And my lawsuit would be pulled out too long
To tell them all with one poor tired tongue.			To tell them all with a poor tired tongue.
Then be this all the task it hath to say:--			Then all of this is the task that it has to say:-
Dear husband, in the interest of thy bed			Dear husband in the interest of your bed
A stranger came, and on that pillow lay			A stranger came and lay on this pillow
Where thou wast wont to rest thy weary head;			Where you won't rest your tired head;
And what wrong else may be imagined			And what is wrong can imagine
By foul enforcement might be done to me,			By bad enforcement I could be taken with
From that, alas! thy Lucrece is not free.			Unfortunately! Your lucrece is not free.
For in the dreadful dead of dark midnight,			Because in the terrible dead of the dark midnight ,,
With shining falchion in my chamber came			Came with a shiny falchion in my chamber
A creeping creature, with a flaming light,			A creeping creature, with a flaming light,
And softly cried Awake, thou Roman dame,			And wake up to wake up, you Roman lady,
And entertain my love; else lasting shame			And entertain my love; otherwise permanent shame
On thee and thine this night I will inflict,			I will add to you and your that night
If thou my love's desire do contradict.			If you contradict my love of my love.
For some hard-favour'd groom of thine, quoth he,			For a hard -wraped groom from your, quoth er,
Unless thou yoke thy liking to my will,			Unless you like your will,
I'll murder straight, and then I'll slaughter thee			I'll just murder it and then I'll slaughter you
And swear I found you where you did fulfil			And swear, I found you where you fulfilled yourself
The loathsome act of lust, and so did kill			The hideous act of lust and also killed
The lechers in their deed: this act will be			The lacher in her act: this action will be
My fame and thy perpetual infamy.			My fame and my eternal shame.
With this, I did begin to start and cry,			I started starting and crying
And then against my heart he sets his sword,			And then he puts his sword against my heart,
Swearing, unless I took all patiently,			Swear unless I patiently took
I should not live to speak another word;			I shouldn't live to speak another word;
So should my shame still rest upon record,			Should my shame still rest in the recording
And never be forgot in mighty Rome			And will never be forgotten in a powerful Rome
The adulterate death of Lucrece and her groom.			The death of Lucrece and her groom.
Mine enemy was strong, my poor self weak,			My enemy was strong, my arms themselves weak,
And far the weaker with so strong a fear:			And far weaker with such strong fear:
My bloody judge forbade my tongue to speak;			My bloody judge banned my tongue to speak;
No rightful plea might plead for justice there:			No lawful request could advocate justice:
His scarlet lust came evidence to swear			His scarlet lust came to swear
That my poor beauty had purloin'd his eyes;			That my poor beauty had planned his eyes;
And when the judge is robb'd the prisoner dies.			And when the judge is Robb, the prison dies.
O, teach me how to make mine own excuse!			Oh, teach me how to make my own apology!
Or at the least this refuge let me find;			Or at least let me find this refuge;
Though my gross blood be stain'd with this abuse,			Although my coarse blood is stained with this abuse,
Immaculate and spotless is my mind;			My mind is flawless and flawless;
That was not forc'd; that never was inclin'd			That was not forc'd; That was never inclined
To accessary yieldings, but still pure			To accessary yields, but still pure
Doth in her poison'd closet yet endure.'			In her poisonous closet and yet endure. '
Lo, here, the hopeless merchant of this loss,			Lo, here, the hopeless dealer of this loss,
With head declin'd, and voice damm'd up with woe,			Dekinated with head and damn it with the hurt,
With sad set eyes, and wretched arms across,			With sad, set eyes and miserable arms over,
From lips new-waxen pale begins to blow			New waxen pale begins to blow from the lips
The grief away that stops his answer so:			The grief that his answer stops as follows:
But wretched as he is he strives in vain;			But misery as he is, he strives in vain;
What he breathes out his breath drinks up again.			What he breathes drinks again.
As through an arch the violent roaring tide			Like through an arch the violent flood
Outruns the eye that doth behold his haste;			The eye passes that his hurry sees;
Yet in the eddy boundeth in his pride			But bound in his pride in the vertebrae
Back to the strait that forc'd him on so fast;			Back into the street that gave him up so quickly;
In rage sent out, recall'd in rage, being past:			Shipped in anger, remembers anger and had passed:
Even so his sighs, his sorrows make a saw.			Nevertheless, his worries are sighing, making his worries a saw.
To push grief on, and back the same grief draw.			To put on grief and draw the same grief.
Which speechless woe of his poor she attendeth,			Which speechless hurt of his arms she visits
And his untimely frenzy thus awaketh:			And his early madness awakens:
Dear Lord, thy sorrow to my sorrow lendeth			Dear Lord, your grief to my grief borrowed
Another power; no flood by raining slaketh.			Another force; No flood by rain from Slaketh.
My woe too sensible thy passion maketh			My woe too reasonably your passion makes Maketh
More feeling-painful: let it then suffice			Feeling feeling: then leave it enough
To drown one woe, one pair of weeping eyes.			A laht drown, a few crying eyes.
And for my sake, when I might charm thee so,			And for my sake if I could enchant you like this,
For she that was thy Lucrece,--now attend me;			Because she was your lucrence, now visit me;
Be suddenly revenged on my foe,			Suddenly being renovated on my enemy
Thine, mine, his own: suppose thou dost defend me			Yours, mine, his own: accept, they defend me
From what is past: the help that thou shalt lend me			From what has passed: the help you should borrow me
Comes all too late, yet let the traitor die;			Comes too late, but let the traitor die;
For sparing justice feeds iniquity.			Injustice feeds for economical.
But ere I name him, you fair lords,' quoth she,			But um i call him him, you fair lords, 'quoth her,
(Speaking to those that came with Collatine)			(Speak to those who went hand in hand with collatins)
Shall plight your honourable faiths to me,			Should my honorable believe in me
With swift pursuit to venge this wrong of mine;			With quick struts to wrestle this wrong from me;
For 'tis a meritorious fair design			For a meritorious fair design
To chase injustice with revengeful arms:			Hunt injustice with vengeful arms:
Knights, by their oaths, should right poor ladies' harms.'			Knights should "harm" the poor ladies through their oath.
At this request, with noble disposition			On this request with a noble disposition
Each present lord began to promise aid,			Every current gentleman promised help,
As bound in knighthood to her imposition,			As bound to their impression, as in knighthood,
Longing to hear the hateful foe bewray'd.			Longing for the hatched enemy who is prescribed.
But she, that yet her sad task hath not said,			But she, this her sad task didn't say
The protestation stops. 'O, speak,' quoth she,			The protest stops. "O, speak ', quoth her,
How may this forced stain be wip'd from me?			How can this forced spots be deleted from me?
What is the quality of mine offence,			What is the quality of my crime?
Being constrain'd with dreadful circumstance?			Be restricted with terrible circumstances?
May my pure mind with the foul act dispense,			May my pure mind do without the bad action,
My low-declined honour to advance?			My honor with a low declinic to get ahead?
May any terms acquit me from this chance?			May any terms free me from this opportunity?
The poison'd fountain clears itself again;			The toxic fountain clears out again;
And why not I from this compelled stain?			And why not from this forced stain?
With this, they all at once began to say,			With that they all started to say at once
Her body's stain her mind untainted clears;			The stains of her body that has exposed her spirit is clear;
While with a joyless smile she turns away			As she turns with a joyless smile, she turns away
The face, that map which deep impression bears			The face, this card, which has a deep impression
Of hard misfortune, carv'd in it with tears.			Of hard misfortune, carv'd with tears.
No, no,' quoth she, 'no dame, hereafter living,			No, no, 'quoth her', no lady, lives in the following,
By my excuse shall claim excuse's giving.			Due to my apology, giving will claim apology.
Here with a sigh, as if her heart would break,			Here with a sigh as if her heart would break
She throws forth Tarquin's name: 'He, he,' she says,			She throws Tarquin's name out: "He, he," she says,
But more than 'he' her poor tongue could not speak;			But more than 'he' her arm tongue couldn't speak;
Till after many accents and delays,			Until after many accents and delays,
Untimely breathings, sick and short assays,			Untimated breaths, sick and short assays,
She utters this: 'He, he, fair lords, 'tis he,			She plays the following: "He, he, fair lords, it is he, he,
That guides this hand to give this wound to me.'			This leads this hand to give me this wound. '
Even here she sheathed in her harmless breast			Even here she condemned in her harmless breast
A harmful knife, that thence her soul unsheath'd:			A harmful knife that her soul was not shot from there:
That blow did bail it from the deep unrest			This blow saved him from the deep riots
Of that polluted prison where it breath'd:			From this dirty prison in which it breathes:
Her contrite sighs unto the clouds bequeath'd			Yourolziter sighs to the clouds
Her winged sprite, and through her wounds doth fly			Your winged sprite and fly through her wounds
Life's lasting date from cancell'd destiny.			The permanent date of life from Cancell'd Destiny.
Stone-still, astonish'd with this deadly deed,			Steinstill, amazed with this fatal act,
Stood Collatine and all his lordly crew;			Stand Collatine and all of his wonderful crew;
Till Lucrece' father that beholds her bleed,			Until Lucrece 'father who sees her bleeding,
Himself on her self-slaughter'd body threw;			Even threw the body thrown on their self -sail;
And from the purple fountain Brutus drew			And from the Lila Brunnen Brutus Drew
The murderous knife, and, as it left the place,			The murderous knife and, as it left,
Her blood, in poor revenge, held it in chase;			Her blood in bad revenge kept it in chase;
And bubbling from her breast, it doth divide			And bubbles from her chest
In two slow rivers, that the crimson blood			In two slow rivers that the purple blood
Circles her body in on every side,			Circles your body on each side
Who, like a late-sack'd island, vastly stood			Who stood up like a late island
Bare and unpeopled, in this fearful flood.			Naked and unnoticed, in this anxious flood.
Some of her blood still pure and red remain'd,			Still part of her blood remains pure and red,
And some look'd black, and that false Tarquin stain'd.			And some looked black and this false Tarquin colored.
About the mourning and congealed face			About the grief and the frozen face
Of that black blood a watery rigol goes,			An aqueous rigol goes from this black blood,
Which seems to weep upon the tainted place:			That seems to cry in the spoiled place:
And ever since, as pitying Lucrece' woes,			And since then as a pity with lucrece 'suffer,
Corrupted blood some watery token shows;			Falsified blood show some aqueous tokens;
And blood untainted still doth red abide,			And blood that doesn't still remain red,
Blushing at that which is so putrified.			Blushing on what is so lazy.
Daughter, dear daughter,' old Lucretius cries,			Daughter, dear daughter, ”screams the old Lucretius,
That life was mine which thou hast here depriv'd.			This life was mine that you behaved here.
If in the child the father's image lies,			When the father's image lies in the child,
Where shall I live now Lucrece is unliv'd?			Where should I live now, lucrece is unvile?
Thou wast not to this end from me deriv'd			You are not derived from me at this end.
If children pre-decease progenitors,			When children precede,
We are their offspring, and they none of ours.			We are your offspring and none of ourselves.
Poor broken glass, I often did behold			Bad broken glass, I have often seen
In thy sweet semblance my old age new born;			In your sweet appearance my age reborn;
But now that fair fresh mirror, dim and old,			But now this beautiful fresh mirror, weak and old,
Shows me a bare-bon'd death by time outworn;			Shows me a mere death through time exceeded;
O, from thy cheeks my image thou hast torn!			Oh, you torn from your cheeks my picture!
And shiver'd all the beauty of my glass,			And trembled the beauty of my glass
That I no more can see what once I was!			That I can no longer see what I was!
O time, cease thou thy course and last no longer,			O Time, listen to your course and no longer lasted
If they surcease to be that should survive.			If you are, it should survive.
Shall rotten death make conquest of the stronger,			Should the lazy death make the conquest of the stronger
And leave the faltering feeble souls alive?			And let the weak souls alive?
The old bees die, the young possess their hive:			The old bees die, the boys own their beehive:
Then live, sweet Lucrece, live again, and see			Then live, sweet lucrece, live again and see
Thy father die, and not thy father thee!'			Your father die and not your father you! '
By this starts Collatine as from a dream,			This starts Collatine like a dream
And bids Lucretius give his sorrow place;			And asks Lucretius his grief;
And then in key-cold Lucrece' bleeding stream			And then in the key lime lucrence bleeding current
He falls, and bathes the pale fear in his face,			He falls and bathes the pale fear in the face
And counterfeits to die with her a space;			And falsifications to die with her a room;
Till manly shame bids him possess his breath,			Until male shame has his breath, he owns him,
And live, to be revenged on her death.			And live to harsh their death.
The deep vexation of his inward soul			The deep annoyance of his inner soul
Hath serv'd a dumb arrest upon his tongue;			Had a stupid arrest on his tongue;
Who, mad that sorrow should his use control,			Who, crazy about this grief, should check their control,
Or keep him from heart-easing words so long,			Or keep it from heartbreaking words
Begins to talk; but through his lips do throng			Begins to talk; But his lips are about
Weak words, so thick come in his poor heart's aid,			Weak words that come so thick in the help of his poor heart,
That no man could distinguish what he said.			That nobody could distinguish what he said.
Yet sometime 'Tarquin' was pronounced plain,			But at some point 'Tarquin' was clearly pronounced,
But through his teeth, as if the name he tore.			But through his teeth as if the name was tore.
This windy tempest, till it blow up rain,			This windy storm until it blows rain into the air,
Held back his sorrow's tide, to make it more;			Held back the flood of his grief to do more;
At last it rains, and busy winds give o'er:			Finally it rains and busy winds give O'er:
Then son and father weep with equal strife,			Then the son and father cry with the same argument,
Who should weep most, for daughter or for wife.			Who should cry the most, for daughter or for women.
The one doth call her his, the other his,			One calls her his, the other,
Yet neither may possess the claim they lay,			Nevertheless, it cannot have the claim that they lay
The father says 'She's mine,' 'O, mine she is,'			The father says 'she is me', 'o, mine she is' ''
Replies her husband: 'do not take away			Answers her husband: “Don't take yourself
My sorrow's interest; let no mourner say			The interest of my grief; Do not let grief say
He weeps for her, for she was only mine,			He cries after her because she was only mine,
And only must be wail'd by Collatine.'			And only has to be glowed by collatine. '
O,' quoth Lucretius, 'I did give that life			O, quoth lucretius, I gave life
Which she too early and too late hath spill'd.'			What she was spilled too early and too late. '
Woe, woe,' quoth Collatine, 'she was my wife,			Woe, woe, "quoth collatine", she was my wife,
I owed her, and 'tis mine that she hath kill'd.'			I owed her and 'it mine who killed her.'
My daughter' and 'my wife' with clamours fill'd			My daughter 'and' my wife 'with filled mussels
The dispers'd air, who, holding Lucrece' life,			The distributed air that keeps Lucrece's life,
Answer'd their cries, 'My daughter!' and 'My wife!'			Answered her screams: "My daughter!" and 'my wife!'
Brutus, who pluck'd the knife from Lucrece' side,			Brutus, who put the knife from Lucrece 'side,
Seeing such emulation in their woe,			See such an imitation in her woe,
Began to clothe his wit in state and pride,			Began to dress his joke in the state and pride
Burying in Lucrece' wound his folly's show.			Buried in Lucrece 'sore the show of his folly.
He with the Romans was esteemed so			He was appreciated with the Romans
As silly-jeering idiots are with kings,			As silly idiots are with kings,
For sportive words, and uttering foolish things:			Pronounce for sporting words and stupid things:
But now he throws that shallow habit by,			But now he throws this flat habit through
Wherein deep policy did him disguise;			Whereby he disguised deep politics;
And arm'd his long-hid wits advisedly,			And armed his long -born mind, advisable,
To check the tears in Collatinus' eyes.			To check the tears in the eyes of Collatinus.
Thou wronged lord of Rome,' quoth he, 'arise;			You have created the Lord Roms injustice ',' Quoth he ';
Let my unsounded self, suppos'd a fool,			Leave my not Undem, cared for, a fool,
Now set thy long-experienc'd wit to school.			Now put your long -term joke to school.
Why, Collatine, is woe the cure for woe?			Why, Collatine, is the remedy for hurt?
Do wounds help wounds, or grief help grievous deeds?			Help wounds wounds or grief help heavy deeds?
Is it revenge to give thyself a blow,			Is it revenge to give yours a blow
For his foul act by whom thy fair wife bleeds?			For his bad deed that is bleeding your fair woman?
Such childish humour from weak minds proceeds:			Such a child's humor from weak spirits goes:
Thy wretched wife mistook the matter so,			Your miserable woman kept the matter like that, so,
To slay herself, that should have slain her foe.			To kill yourself, that should have killed her enemy.
Courageous Roman, do not steep thy heart			Brave novel, your heart not steep
In such relenting dew of lamentations,			In such demand for wasting,
But kneel with me, and help to bear thy part,			But kneel with me and help to wear your part,
To rouse our Roman gods with invocations,			To wake up our Roman gods with views,
That they will suffer these abominations,			That they suffer these abomination
(Since Rome herself in them doth stand disgrac'd,)			(Deggrac'd since Rome have been in them)
By our strong arms from forth her fair streets chas'd.			Through our strong arms persecuted from the fair street.
Now, by the Capitol that we adore,			Well, through the Capitol we love,
And by this chaste blood so unjustly stain'd,			And through this chaste blood, which is so wrongly stained,
By heaven's fair sun that breeds the fat earth's store,			From the heavenly sun of the sky, which breeds the shop of the fat earth,
By all our country rights in Rome maintain'd,			Entertained by all of our land rights in Rome,
And by chaste Lucrece' soul that late complain'd			And through Keusche Lucrece 'soul, which had complained late
Her wrongs to us, and by this bloody knife,			Your wrong about us and through this bloody knife,
We will revenge the death of this true wife.'			We will avenge the death of this true woman. '
This said, he struck his hand upon his breast,			That means he hit his hand on his chest,
And kiss'd the fatal knife, to end his vow;			And kissed the fatal knife to end his vow;
And to his protestation urg'd the rest,			And to his protest had the rest
Who, wondering at him, did his words allow;			Who, when he wonders, allowed himself his words;
Then jointly to the ground their knees they bow;			Then together on the floor their knees they bow;
And that deep vow, which Brutus made before,			And this deep vow that brutus made before,
He doth again repeat, and that they swore.			He repeats himself again and she swores.
When they had sworn to this advised doom,			When they were sworn to this recommended fall,
They did conclude to bear dead Lucrece thence;			They came to the conclusion that they wear dead lucrece from there;
To show her bleeding body thorough Rome,			To show her bleeding body thoroughly Rome,
And so to publish Tarquin's foul offence:			And so to publish Tarquins bad offensive:
Which being done with speedy diligence,			Which are made with quick care,
The Romans plausibly did give consent			The Romans gave plausible approval
To Tarquin's everlasting banishment.			On Tarquins eternal exile.