15110511051"O, that is gone for which I sought to live,
10521052And therefore now I need not fear to die.
10531053To clear this spot by death, at least I give
10541054A badge of fame to slander's livery,
10561056Poor helpless help, the treasure stol'n away,
10571057To burn the guiltless casket where it lay."
15210581058"Well, well, dear Collatine, thou shalt not know
10591059The stainèd taste of violated troth;
10601060I will not wrong thy true affection so
10611061To flatter thee with an infringèd oath.
10621062This bastard graft shall never come to growth;
10631063He shall not boast who did thy stock pollute
10641064That thou art doting father of his fruit."
15310651065"Nor shall he smile at thee in secret thought,
10661066Nor laugh with his companions at thy state,
10671067But thou shalt know thy int'rest was not bought
10681068Basely with gold, but stol'n from forth thy gate.
10691069For me, I am the mistress of my fate
10701070And with my trespass never will dispense
10711071Till life to death acquit my forced offense."
10731073Nor fold my fault in cleanly coined excuses;
10741074My sable ground of sin I will not paint
10751075To hide the truth of this false night's abuses.
10761076My tongue shall utter all; mine eyes, like sluices,
10771077As from a mountain spring that feeds a dale,
10781078Shall gush pure streams to purge my impure tale."
10801080The well-tuned warble of her nightly sorrow,
10811081And solemn night with slow sad gate descended
10821082To ugly hell, when, lo, the blushing morrow
10831083Lends light to all fair eyes that light will borrow.
10841084But cloudy Lucrece shames herself to see
10851085And therefore still in night would cloistered be.