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Thus, weary of the world, away she hies,
And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid Their mistress mounted, through the empty skies In her light chariot quickly is convey'd, Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen Means to immure herself, and not be seen.
"Here was thy father's bed, here in my breast; Thou art the next of blood, and 't is thy right: Lo! in this hollow cradle take thy rest,
My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night: There shall not be one minute of an hour, Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love's flower."
RAPE OF LUCRECE.
RIGHT HON. HENRY WRIOTHESLY, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TICHFIELD.
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: mean time, 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,
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 all 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's beauty, yet smothering his passions for the present, departed with the rest back to the camp; from whence he shortly after pri
vily 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 But some untimely thought did instigate with Junius Brutus, the other with Publius Va-His all too-timeless speed, if none of those: lerius; and finding Lucrece attired in mourning His honour, his affairs, his friends, his state, habit, demanded the cause of her sorrow. She, Neglected all, with swift intent he goes first taking an oath of them for her revenge, re- To quench the coal which in his liver glows. vealed the actor, and whole manner of his deal-O rash-false heat, wrapt in repentant cold, ing, and withal suddenly stabbed herself. Which Thy hasty spring still blasts, and ne'er grows old! 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.
RAPE OF LUCRECE.
FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,
Haply that name of chaste unhapp❜ly set
For he the night before, in Tarquin's tent,
O happiness enjoy'd but of a few!
Beauty itself doth of itself persuade
Perchance his boast of Lucrece' sovereignty
When at Collatium this false lord arriv'd,
But beauty, in that white intituled,
This heraldry in Lucrece' face was seen,
This silent war of lilies and of roses
Now thinks he that her husband's shallow tongue
This earthly saint, adored by this devil,
For that he colour'd with his high estate,