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The Rape Of Lucrece Part 1 by William Shakespeare

The love I dedicate to your lordship is without end; whereof this pamphlet,
without beginning, is but a superfluous moiety. The warrant I have of your
honourable disposition, not the worth of my untutored lines, makes it
assured of acceptance. What I have done is yours; what I have to do is
yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours. Were my worth greater, my
duty would show greater; meantime, as it is, it is bound to your lordship,
to whom I wish long life, still lengthened with all happiness.

Your lordship's in all duty,


The Argument

Lucius Tarquinius, for his excessive pride surnamed Superbus, after he had
caused his own father-in-law Servius Tullius to be cruelly murdered, and,
contrary to the Roman laws and customs, not requiring or staying for the
people's suffrages, had possessed himself of the kingdom, went, accompanied
with his sons and other noblemen of Rome, to besiege Ardea. During which
siege the principal men of the army meeting one evening at the tent of
Sextus Tarquinius, the king's son, in their discourses after supper every
one commended the virtues of his own wife: among whom Collatinus extolled
the incomparable chastity of his wife Lucretia. In that pleasant humour
they posted to Rome; and intending, by their secret and sudden arrival, to
make trial of that which every one had before avouched, only Collatinus
finds his wife, though it were late in the night, spinning amongst her
maids: the other ladies were all found dancing and revelling, or in several
disports. Whereupon the noblemen yielded Collatinus the victory, and his
wife the fame. At that time Sextus Tarquinius being inflamed with Lucrece'
beauty, yet smothering his passions for the present, departed with the rest
back to the camp; from whence he shortly after privily withdrew himself,
and was, according to his estate, royally entertained and lodged by Lucrece
at Collatium. The same night he treacherously stealeth into her chamber,
violently ravished her, and early in the morning speedeth away. Lucrece, in
this lamentable plight, hastily dispatcheth messengers, one to Rome for her
father, another to the camp for Collatine. They came, the one accompanied
with Junius Brutus, the other with Publius Valerius; and finding Lucrece
attired in mourning habit, demanded the cause of her sorrow. She, first
taking an oath of them for her revenge, revealed the actor, and whole
manner of his dealing, and withal suddenly stabbed herself. Which done,
with one consent they all vowed to root out the whole hated family of the
Tarquins; and bearing the dead body to Rome, Brutus acquainted the people
with the doer and manner of the vile deed, with a bitter invective against
the tyranny of the king: wherewith the people were so moved, that with one
consent and a general acclamation the Tarquins were all exiled, and the
state government changed from kings to consuls.

FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,
Borne by the trustless wings of false desire,
Lust-breathed Tarquin leaves the Roman host,
And to Collatium bears the lightless fire
Which, in pale embers hid, lurks to aspire
And girdle with embracing flames the waist
Of Collatine's fair love, Lucrece the chaste.

Haply that name of 'chaste' unhappily set
This bateless edge on his keen appetite;
When Collatine unwisely did not let
To praise the clear unmatched red and white
Which triumph'd in that sky of his delight,
Where mortal stars, as bright as heaven's beauties,
With pure aspects did him peculiar duties.

For he the night before, in Tarquin's tent,
Unlock'd the treasure of his happy state;
What priceless wealth the heavens had him lent
In the possession of his beauteous mate;
Reckoning his fortune at such high-proud rate,
That kings might be espoused to more fame,
But king nor peer to such a peerless dame.

O happiness enjoy'd but of a few!
And, if possess'd, as soon decay'd and done
As is the morning's silver-melting dew
Against the golden splendor of the sun!
An expired date, cancell'd ere well begun:
Honour and beauty, in the owner's arms,
Are weakly fortress'd from a world of harms.

Beauty itself doth of itself persuade
The eyes of men without an orator;
What needeth then apologies be made,
To set forth that which is so singular?
Or why is Collatine the publisher
Of that rich jewel he should keep unknown
From thievish ears, because it is his own?

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