Internet Shakespeare Editions

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


THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

Looke looke how listning PRIAM wets his eyes,
To see those borrowed teares that SINON sheeds,
1550PRIAM why art thou old, and yet not wise?
For euerie teare he fals a Troian bleeds:
His eye drops fire, no water thence proceeds,
Those roūd clear pearls of his that moue thy pitty,
Are bals of quenchlesse fire to burne thy Citty.

1555Such Deuils steale effects from lightlesse Hell,
For SINON in his fire doth quake with cold,
And in that cold hot burning fire doth dwell,
These contraries such vnitie do hold,
Only to flatter fooles, and make them bold,
1560So PRIAMS trust false SINONS teares doth flatter,
That he finds means to burne his Troy with water.

Here all inrag'd such passion her assailes,
That patience is quite beaten from her breast,
Shee tears the sencelesse SINON with her nailes,
1565Comparing him to that vnhappie guest,
VVhose deede hath made herselfe, herselfe detest,
At last shee smilingly with this giues ore,
Foole fool, quoth she, his wounds wil not be sore.
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