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


¶Thinke but how vile a
spectacle it were,
¶To view thy pre
sent tre
spa
sse in another:
¶Mens faults do
seldome to them
selues appeare,
¶Their own tran
sgre
ssions partiallie they
smother,
635This guilt would
seem death-worthie in thy brother.
¶_O how are they wrapt in with infamies,
¶_That frō their own mi
sdeeds askaunce their eyes?
¶To thee, to thee, my heau'd vp hands appeale,
¶Not to
seducing lu
st thy ra
sh relier:
640I
sue for exil'd maie
sties repeale,
¶Let him returne, and flattring thoughts retire.
¶His true re
spect will pri
son fal
se de
sire,
¶_And wipe the dim mi
st from thy doting eien,
¶_That thou
shalt
see thy
state, and pittie mine.
645Haue done, quoth he, my vncontrolled tide
¶Turnes not, but
swels the higher by this let.
¶Small lightes are
soone blown out, huge fires abide,
¶And with the winde in greater furie fret:
¶The petty
streames that paie a dailie det
650_To their
salt
soueraigne with their fre
sh fals ha
st,
¶_Adde to his flowe, but alter not his ta
st.
¶Thou art, quoth
shee, a
sea, a
soueraigne King,
¶And loe there fals into thy boundle
sse flood,
¶Blacke lu
st, di
shonor,
shame, mi
s-gouerning,
655VVho
seeke to
staine the Ocean of thy blood.
¶If all the
se pettie ils
shall change thy good,
¶_Thy
sea within a puddels wombe is her
sed,
¶_And not the puddle in thy
sea di
sper
sed.
¶So
shall the
se
slaues be King, and thou their
slaue,
660Thou noblie ba
se, they ba
selie dignified:
¶Thou their faire life, and they thy fowler graue:
¶Thou lothed in their
shame, they in thy pride,
¶The le
sser thing
should not the greater hide.
¶_The Cedar
stoopes not to the ba
se
shrubs foote,
665_But low-
shrubs wither at the Cedars roote.

