Lucrece (Modern)
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¶"I see what crosses my attempt will bring;
¶I know what thorns the growing rose defends;
¶I think the honey guarded with a sting;
¶All this beforehand counsel comprehends;
495But will is deaf and hears no heedful friends;
¶Only he hath an eye to gaze on beauty
¶And dotes on what he looks, 'gainst law or duty."
¶"I have debated, even in my soul,
¶What wrong, what shame, what sorrow I shall breed,
500But nothing can affection's course control
¶Or stop the headlong fury of his speed.
¶I know repentant tears ensue the deed,
¶Reproach, disdain, and deadly enmity,
¶Yet strive I to embrace mine infamy."
505This said, he shakes aloft his Roman blade,
¶Which, like a falcon tow'ring in the skies,
¶Coucheth the fowl below with his wings' shade,
¶Whose crooked beak threats, if he mount, he dies.
¶So under his insulting falchion lies
510Harmless Lucretia, marking what he tells
¶With trembling fear, as fowl hear falcons' bells.
¶"Lucrece," quoth he, "this night I must enjoy thee.
¶If thou deny, then force must work my way,
¶For in thy bed I purpose to destroy thee;
515That done, some worthless slave of thine I'll slay,
¶To kill thine honor with thy life's decay;
¶And in thy dead arms do I mean to place him,
¶Swearing I slew him, seeing thee embrace him."
