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  • Title: Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)
  • 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 (Quarto, 1594)


    O hatefull, vaporous, and foggy night,
    Since thou art guilty of my curelesse crime:
    Muster thy mists to meete the Easterne light,
    Make war against proportion'd course of time.
    775Or if thou wilt permit the Sunne to clime
    His wonted height, yet ere he go to bed,
    Knit poysonous clouds about his golden head.

    With rotten damps rauish the morning aire,
    Let their exhald vnholdsome breaths make sicke
    780The life of puritie, the supreme faire,
    Ere he arriue his wearie noone-tide pricke,
    And let thy mustie vapours march so thicke,
    That in their smoakie rankes, his smothred light
    May set at noone, and make perpetuall night.

    785Were TARQVIN night, as he is but nights child,
    The siluer shining Queene he would distaine;
    Her twinckling handmaids to (by him defil'd)
    Through nights black bosom shuld not peep again.
    So should I haue copartners in my paine,
    790 And fellowship in woe doth woe asswage,
    As Palmers chat makes short their pilgrimage.