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  • Title: Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)
  • Editor: Hardy M. Cook
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-411-0

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Hardy M. Cook
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    Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)


    540Here with a Cockeatrice dead killing eye,
    He rowseth vp himselfe, and makes a pause,
    VVhile shee the picture of pure pietie,
    Like a white Hinde vnder the grypes sharpe clawes,
    Pleades in a wildernesse where are no lawes,
    545To the rough beast, that knowes no gentle right,
    Nor ought obayes but his fowle appetite.

    But when a black-fac'd clowd the world doth thret,
    In his dim mist th'aspiring mountaines hiding:
    From earths dark-womb, some gentle gust doth get,
    550VVhich blow these pitchie vapours frō their biding:
    Hindring their present fall by this deuiding.
    So his vnhallowed hast her words delayes,
    And moodie PLVTO winks while Orpheus playes.

    Yet fowle night-waking Cat he doth but dallie,
    555VVhile in his hold-fast foot the weak mouse pāteth,
    Her sad behauiour feedes his vulture follie,
    A swallowing gulfe that euen in plentie wanteth.
    His eare her prayers admits, but his heart granteth
    No penetrable entrance to her playning,
    560"Tears harden lust though marble were with ray-
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