11921192What legacy shall I bequeath to thee?
11931193My resolution, love, shall be thy boast,
11941194By whose example thou revenged mayst be.
11951195How Tarquin must be used, read it in me.
11961196Myself, thy friend, will kill myself, thy foe,
11971197And for my sake serve thou false Tarquin so."
11991199My soul and body to the skies and ground;
12001200My resolution, husband, do thou take;
12011201Mine honor be the knife's that makes my wound;
12021202My shame be his that did my fame confound;
12031203And all my fame that lives disbursèd be
12041204To those that live and think no shame of me."
12061206How was I overseen that thou shalt see it!
12071207My blood shall wash the slander of mine ill;
12081208My life's foul deed my life's fair end shall free it.
12091209Faint not, faint heart, but stoutly say 'So be it.'
12101210Yield to my hand; my hand shall conquer thee.
12111211Thou dead, both die, and both shall victors be."
12131213And wiped the brinish pearl from her bright eyes,
12141214With untuned tongue she hoarsely calls her maid,
12151215Whose swift obedience to her mistress hies;
12161216For fleet-winged duty with thought's feathers flies.
12171217Poor Lucrece' cheeks unto her maid seem so
12181218As winter meads when sun doth melt their snow.
17512191219Her mistress she doth give demure good morrow
12201220With soft slow tongue, true mark of modesty,
12211221And sorts a sad look to her lady's sorrow,
12221222For why her face wore sorrow's livery,
12231223But durst not ask of her audaciously
12241224Why her two suns were cloud-eclipsèd so,
12251225Nor why her fair cheeks over-washed with woe.