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
  36. 161 — 165
  37. 166 — 170
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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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¶So let thy thoughts low vassals to thy state,
¶No more quoth he, by Heauen I will not heare thee.
¶Yeeld to my loue, if not inforced hate,
¶In steed of loues coy tutch shall rudelie teare thee.
670That done, despitefullie I meane to beare thee
¶_Vnto the base bed of some rascall groome,
¶_To be thy partner in this shamefull doome.

¶This said, he sets his foote vppon the light,
¶For light and lust are deadlie enemies,
675Shame folded vp in blind concealing night,
¶VVhen most vnseene, then most doth tyrannize.
¶The wolfe hath ceazd his pray, the poor lamb cries,
¶_Till with her own white fleece her voice controld,
¶_Intombes her outcrie in her lips sweet fold.

680For with the nightlie linnen that shee weares,
¶He pens her piteous clamors in her head,
¶Cooling his hot face in the chastest teares,
¶That euer modest eyes with sorrow shed.
¶O that prone lust should staine so pure a bed,
685_The spots whereof could weeping purifie,
¶_Her tears should drop on them perpetuallie.

¶But shee hath lost a dearer thing then life,
¶And he hath wonne what he would loose againe,
¶This forced league doth force a further strife,
690This momentarie ioy breeds months of paine,
¶This hot desire conuerts to colde disdaine;
¶_Pure chastitie is rifled of her store,
¶_And lust the theefe farre poorer then before.

¶Looke as the full-fed Hound, or gorged Hawke,
695Vnapt for tender smell, or speedie flight,
¶Make slow pursuite, or altogether bauk,
¶The praie wherein by nature they delight:
¶So surfet-taking TARQVIN fares this night:
¶_His tast delicious, in digestion sowring,
700_Deuoures his will that liu'd by fowle deuouring.

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