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  • Title: Lucrece (Modern)
  • Editor: Hardy M. Cook
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-411-0

    Copyright Hardy M. Cook. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Hardy M. Cook
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    Lucrece (Modern)

    The precedent whereof in Lucrece view,
    Assailed by night with circumstances strong
    Of present death, and shame that might ensue
    By that her death, to do her husband wrong.
    1265Such danger to resistance did belong
    That dying fear through all her body spread;
    And who cannot abuse a body dead?
    By this, mild patience bid fair Lucrece speak
    To the poor counterfeit of her complaining.
    1270"My girl," quoth she, "on what occasion break
    Those tears from thee that down thy cheeks are raining?
    If thou dost weep for grief of my sustaining,
    Know, gentle wench, it small avails my mood.
    If tears could help, mine own would do me good."
    1275"But tell me, girl, when went" -- and there she stayed
    Till after a deep groan -- "Tarquin from hence?"
    "Madam, ere I was up," replied the maid,
    "The more to blame my sluggard negligence.
    Yet with the fault I thus far can dispense:
    1280Myself was stirring ere the break of day,
    And, ere I rose, was Tarquin gone away."
    "But, lady, if your maid may be so bold,
    She would request to know your heaviness."
    "O, peace," quoth Lucrece. "If it should be told,
    1285The repetition cannot make it less;
    For more it is than I can well express,
    And that deep torture may be called a hell
    When more is felt then one hath power to tell."
    "Go, get me hither paper, ink, and pen;
    1290Yet save that labor, for I have them here.
    What should I say? One of my husband's men
    Bid thou be ready, by and by, to bear
    A letter to my lord, my love, my dear.
    Bid him with speed prepare to carry it;
    1295The cause craves haste, and it will soon be writ."