Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)

Author: William Shakespeare

Editor: Hardy M. Cook

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Lucrece (Modern)
- Work
- Stanza
  1. Dedication
  2. Argument
  3. 1 — 5
  4. 6 — 10
  5. 11 — 15
  6. 16 — 20
  7. 21 — 25
  8. 26 — 30
  9. 31 — 35
  10. 36 — 40
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Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)
- Work
- Stanza
  1. Titlepage
  2. Dedication
  3. Argument
  4. 1 — 5
  5. 6 — 10
  6. 11 — 15
  7. 16 — 20
  8. 21 — 25
  9. 26 — 30
  10. 31 — 35
  11. 36 — 40
  12. 41 — 45
  13. 46 — 50
  14. 51 — 55
  15. 56 — 60
  16. 61 — 65
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  18. 71 — 75
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  25. 106 — 110
  26. 111 — 115
  27. 116 — 120
  28. 121 — 125
  29. 126 — 130
  30. 131 — 135
  31. 136 — 140
  32. 141 — 145
  33. 146 — 150
  34. 151 — 155
  35. 156 — 160
  36. 161 — 165
  37. 166 — 170
  38. 171 — 175
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  40. 181 — 185
  41. 186 — 190
  42. 191 — 195
  43. 196 — 200
  44. 201 — 205
  45. 206 — 210
  46. 211 — 215
  47. 216 — 220
  48. 221 — 225
  49. 226 — 230
  50. 231 — 235
  51. 236 — 240
  52. 241 — 245
  53. 246 — 250
  54. 251 — 255
  55. 256 — 260
  56. 261 — 265
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¶O hatefull, vaporous, and foggy night,
¶Since thou art guilty of my curelesse crime:
¶Muster thy mists to meete the Easterne light,
¶Make war against proportion'd course of time.
775Or if thou wilt permit the Sunne to clime
¶_His wonted height, yet ere he go to bed,
¶_Knit poysonous clouds about his golden head.

¶VVith rotten damps rauish the morning aire,
¶Let their exhald vnholdsome breaths make sicke
780The life of puritie, the supreme faire,
¶Ere he arriue his wearie noone-tide pricke,
¶And let thy mustie vapours march so thicke,
¶_That in their smoakie rankes, his smothred light
¶_May set at noone, and make perpetuall night.

785VVere TARQVIN night, as he is but nights child,
¶The siluer shining Queene he would distaine;
¶Her twinckling handmaids to (by him defil'd)
¶Through nights black bosom shuld not peep again.
¶So should I haue copartners in my paine,
790_And fellowship in woe doth woe asswage,
¶_As Palmers chat makes short their pilgrimage.

¶VVhere now I haue no one to blush with me,
¶To crosse their armes & hang their heads with mine,
¶To maske their browes and hide their infamie,
795But I alone, alone must sit and pine,
¶Seasoning the earth with showres of siluer brine;
¶_Mingling my talk with tears, my greef with grones,
¶_Poore wasting monuments of lasting mones.

¶O night thou furnace of fowle reeking smoke!
800Let not the iealous daie behold that face,
¶VVhich vnderneath thy blacke all-hiding cloke
¶Immodestly lies martird with disgrace.
¶Keepe still possession of thy gloomy place,
¶_That all the faults which in thy raigne are made,
805_May likewise be sepulcherd in thy shade.

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