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
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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
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  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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¶Reuealing day through euery crannie spies,
¶And seems to point her out where she sits weeping,
¶To whom shee sobbing speakes, ô eye of eyes,
¶VVhy pry'st thou throgh my window? leaue thy pee­(ping,
1090Mock with thy tickling beams, eies that are sleeping;
¶_Brand not my forehead with thy percing light,
¶_For day hath nought to do what's done by night.

¶Thus cauils shee with euerie thing shee sees,
¶True griefe is fond and testie as a childe,
1095VVho wayward once, his mood with naught agrees,
¶Old woes, not infant sorrowes beare them milde,
¶Continuance tames the one, the other wilde,
¶_Like an vnpractiz'd swimmer plunging still,
¶_VVith too much labour drowns for want of skill.

1100So shee deepe drenched in a Sea of care,
¶Holds disputation with ech thing shee vewes,
¶And to her selfe all sorrow doth compare,
¶No obiect but her passions strength renewes:
¶And as one shiftes another straight insewes,
1105_Somtime her griefe is dumbe and hath no words,
¶_Sometime tis mad and too much talke affords.

¶The little birds that tune their mornings ioy,
¶Make her mones mad, with their sweet melodie,
¶"For mirth doth search the bottome of annoy,
1110"Sad soules are slaine in merrie companie,
¶"Griefe best is pleas'd with griefes societie;
¶_"True sorrow then is feelinglie suffiz'd,
¶_"VVhen with like semblance it is simpathiz'd.

¶"Tis double death to drowne in ken of shore,
1115"He ten times pines, that pines beholding food,
¶"To see the salue doth make the wound ake more:
¶"Great griefe greeues most at that wold do it good;
¶"Deepe woes roll forward like a gentle flood,
¶_VVho being stopt, the boūding banks oreflowes,
1120_Griefe dallied with, nor law, nor limit knowes.

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