Internet Shakespeare Editions

Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Hardy M. Cook
Not Peer Reviewed

Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)


435His drumming heart cheares vp his burning eye,
His eye commends the leading to his hand;
His hand as proud of such a dignitie,
Smoaking with pride, marcht on, to make his stand
On her bare brest, the heart of all her land;
440 Whose ranks of blew vains as his hand did scale,
Left their round turrets destitute and pale.

They mustring to the quiet Cabinet,
Where their deare gouernesse and ladie lies,
Do tell her shee is dreadfullie beset,
445And fright her with confusion of their cries.
Shee much amaz'd breakes ope her lockt vp eyes,
Who peeping foorth this tumult to behold,
Are by his flaming torch dim'd and controld.

Imagine her as one in dead of night,
450From forth dull sleepe by dreadfull fancie waking,
That thinkes shee hath beheld some gastlie sprite,
Whose grim aspect sets euerie ioint a shaking,
What terror tis: but shee in worser taking,
From sleepe disturbed, heedfullie doth view
455 The sight which makes supposed terror trew.