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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  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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  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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¶Mine enemy was strong, my poore selfe weake,
¶(And farre the weaker with so strong a feare)
¶My bloudie Iudge forbod my tongue to speake,
¶No rightfull plea might plead for Iustice there.
1650His scarlet Lust came euidence to sweare
¶_That my poore beautie had purloin'd his eyes,
¶_And when the Iudge is rob'd, the prisoner dies.

¶O teach me how to make mine owne excuse,
¶Or (at the least) this refuge let me finde,
1655Though my grosse bloud be staind with this abuse,
¶Immaculate, and spotlesse is my mind,
¶That was not forc'd, that neuer was inclind
¶_To accessarie yeeldings, but still pure
¶_Doth in her poyson'd closet yet endure.

1660Lo heare the hopelesse Marchant of this losse,
¶VVith head declin'd, and voice dam'd vp with wo,
¶VVith sad set eyes and wretched armes acrosse,
¶From lips new waxen pale, begins to blow
¶The griefe away, that stops his answer so.
1665_But wretched as he is he striues in vaine,
¶_VVhat he breaths out, his breath drinks vp again.

¶As through an Arch, the violent roaring tide,
¶Outruns the eye that doth behold his hast:
¶Yet in the Edie boundeth in his pride,
1670Backe to the strait that forst him on so fast:
¶In rage sent out, recald in rage being past,
¶_Euen so his sighes, his sorrowes make a saw,
¶_To push griefe on, and back the same grief draw.

¶VVhich speechlesse woe of his poore she attendeth,
1675And his vntimelie frenzie thus awaketh,
¶Deare Lord, thy sorrow to my sorrow lendeth
¶Another power, no floud by raining slaketh,
¶My woe too sencible thy passion maketh
¶_More feeling painfull, let it than suffice
1680_To drowne on woe, one paire of weeping eyes.

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