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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  40. 181 — 185
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  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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¶For euen as subtill SINON here is painted,
¶So sober sad, so wearie, and so milde,
¶(As if with griefe or trauaile he had fainted)
¶To me came TARQVIN armed to beguild
1545VVith outward honestie, but yet defild
¶_VVith inward vice, as PRIAM him did cherish:
¶_So did I TARQVIN, so my Troy did perish.

¶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,
1560_So 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.

¶Thus ebs and flowes the currant of her sorrow,
1570And time doth wearie time with her complayning,
¶Shee looks for night, & then shee longs for morrow,
¶And both shee thinks too long with her remayning.
¶Short time seems long, in sorrowes sharp sustayning,
¶_Though wo be heauie, yet it seldome sleepes,
1575_And they that watch, see time, how slow it creeps.

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