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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Hardy M. Cook
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Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)


THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

Come Philomele that sing'st of rauishment,
Make thy sad groue in my disheueld heare,
1130As the danke earth weepes at thy languishment:
So I at each sad straine, will straine a teare,
And with deepe grones the Diapason beare:
For burthen-wise ile hum on TARQVIN still,
VVhile thou on TEREVS descants better skill.

1135And whiles against a thorne thou bear'st thy part,
To keepe thy sharpe woes waking, wretched I
To imitate thee well, against my heart
VVill fixe a sharpe knife to affright mine eye,
VVho if it winke shall thereon fall and die.
1140These meanes as frets vpon an instrument,
Shal tune our heart-strings to true languishment.

And for poore bird thou sing'st not in the day,
As shaming anie eye should thee behold:
Some darke deepe desert seated from the way,
1145That knowes not parching heat, nor freezing cold
VVill wee find out: and there we will vnfold
To creatures stern, sad tunes to change their kinds,
Since mē proue beasts, let beasts bear gētle minds.