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
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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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  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
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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 that is gone for which I sought to liue,
¶And therefore now I need not feare to die,
¶To cleare this spot by death (at least) I giue
¶A badge of Fame to sclanders liuerie,
1055A dying life, to liuing infamie:
¶_Poore helplesse helpe, the treasure stolne away,
¶_To burne the guiltlesse casket where it lay.

¶VVell well deare COLATINE, thou shalt not know
¶The stained tast of violated troth:
1060I will not wrong thy true affection so,
¶To flatter thee with an infringed oath:
¶This bastard graffe shall neuer come to growth,
¶_He shall not boast who did thy stocke pollute,
¶_That thou art doting father of his fruite.

1065Nor shall he smile at thee in secret thought,
¶Nor laugh with his companions at thy state,
¶But thou shalt know thy intrest was not bought
¶Basely with gold, but stolne from foorth thy gate.
¶For me I am the mistresse of my fate,
1070_And with my trespasse neuer will dispence,
¶_Till life to death acquit my forst offence.

¶I will not poyson thee with my attaint,
¶Nor fold my fault in cleanly coin'd excuses,
¶My sable ground of sinne I will not paint,
1075To hide the truth of this false nights abuses.
¶My tongue shall vtter all, mine eyes like sluces,
¶_As from a mountaine spring that feeds a dale,
¶_Shal gush pure streams to purge my impure tale.

¶By this lamenting Philomele had ended
1080The well-tun'd warble of her nightly sorrow,
¶And solemne night with slow sad gate descended
¶To ouglie Hell, when loe the blushing morrow
¶Lends light to all faire eyes that light will borrow.
¶_But cloudie LVCRECE shames her selfe to see,
1085_And therefore still in night would cloistred be.

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