Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)
Author: William ShakespeareEditor: Hardy M. CookNot Peer Reviewed


¶In him the Painter labour'd with his skill
¶To hide deceipt, and giue the harmle
sse
show
¶An humble gate, calme looks, eyes wayling
still,
¶A brow vnbent that
seem'd to welcome wo,
1510Cheeks neither red, nor pale, but mingled
so,
¶_That blu
shing red, no guiltie in
stance gaue,
¶_Nor a
shie pale, the feare that fal
se hearts haue.
¶But like a con
stant and confirmed Deuill,
¶He entertain'd a
show,
so
seeming iu
st,
1515And therein
so en
sconc't his
secret euill,
¶That Iealou
sie it
selfe could not mi
stru
st,
¶Fal
se creeping Craft, and Periurie
should thru
st
¶_Into
so bright a daie,
such blackfac'd
storms,
¶_Or blot with Hell-born
sin
such Saint-like forms.
1520The well-skil'd workman this milde Image drew
¶For periur'd
SINON, who
se inchaunting
storie
¶The credulous old
PRIAM after
slew.
¶VVho
se words like wild fire burnt the
shining glorie
¶Of rich-built
ILLION, that the skies were
sorie,
1525_And little
stars
shot from their fixed places,
¶_VVhē their glas fel, wherin they view'd their faces.
¶This picture
shee adui
sedly peru
s'd,
¶And chid the Painter for his wondrous skill:
¶Saying,
some
shape in
SINONS was abu
s'd,
1530So faire a forme lodg'd not a mind
so ill,
¶And
still on him
shee gaz'd, and gazing
still,
¶_Such
signes of truth in his plaine face
shee
spied,
¶_That
shee concludes, the Picture was belied.
¶It cannot be (quoth
she) that
so much guile,
1535(Shee would haue
said) can lurke in
such a looke:
¶But
TARQVINS shape, came in her mind the while,
¶And from her tongue, can lurk, from cannot, tooke
¶It cannot be,
shee in that
sence for
sooke,
¶_And turn'd it thus, it cannot be I find,
1540_But
such a face
should beare a wicked mind.

