TO THE RIGHT
HONOVRABLE, HENRY

VVriothesley, Earle of Southampton,
and Baron of Titchfield.

HE loue I dedicate to your
Lordship is without end: wher-
of this Pamphlet without be-
ginning is but a superfluous
Moity. The warrant I haue of
your Honourable disposition,
not the worth of my vntutord

Lines makes it affured of acceptance. VVhat I haue
done is yours, what I haue to doe is yours, being
part in all I haue, deuoted yours. VVere my worth
greater, my duety would shew greater, meane time,
as it is, it is bound to your Lordship; To whom I with
long life still lengthned with all happinesse.

Your Lordships in all duety.

William Shakespeare.

A 2

THE ARGUMENT.

Vcius Tarquinius (for his excessive pride surnamed Superbus) after hee had caused his owne father in law Setuius Tullius to be cruelly murdred, and contrarie to the Romaine lawes and commandes of the kingdome: went accompanied with his fonnes and other himselfe of the kingdome: Noble men of Rome, to besioge Ardea, during which time, the principall Tarquinius of the Army meeting one evening at the Tent of Sextus Tarquinius, the Kings fonne, in their discourses after (upper every one commended the vertues of his owne wife: among whom Colatinus extolled the incompahable chastity of his wife Lucretia. In that pleasant humor they all parable chafity of his wife. Lucretia: In that pleasant humor they all poffed to Rome, and intending by their secret and sodaine arrival to make triall of that which every one had before auouched, onely Colatinus finds his wife (though it were late in the night) spinning amongst her maids, the other Ladies were all found dauncing and reuelling, or in feuerall disports: whereupon the Noble men yeielded Colatinus the victory, and his wife the Fame. At that time Sextus Tarquinius being enfused with Lucrece beauty, yet smoothening his passions for the present, departed with the rest backe to the Campe: from whence he shortly after privily withdrew himselfe, and was (according to his estate) royally entertained and lodged by Lucrece at Colatium. The same night he tretcherouſle stealeth into her Chamber, violently ransfor 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 Campe for Colatine. They came, the one accompanied with Iunius Brutus, the other with Publius Valerius: and finding Lucrece attired in mourning habite, demanded the cause of her sorrow. Shee firſt taking an oath of them for her revenge, revealed the Actor, and whole maner of his dealeing, and withall sodainely ſtabbed her ſelfe. Which done, with one consent they all vowed to roote out the whole hated family of the Tarquins: and bearing the dead body to Rome, Brutus acquainted the people with the door and manner of the vile deede: with a bitter inueltine against the tyranny of the King, wherewith the people were so moued, that with one consent and a general acclamation, the Tarquins were all exiled, and the ſtate government changed from Kings to Conſuls.

THE RAPE OF
LVCRECE.

FROM the befieged Ardea all in poſt,
Borne by the truſtleſſe wings offalè deſire,
Luſt-breathed TARQVIN, leaues the Roman hoſt,
And to Colatium beares the lightleſſe fire,
VWhich in pale embers hid, lurkes to aspire,
And girdle with embracing flames, the waſt
Of COLATINES fair loue, LVCRECE the chaſt.

Hap'ly that name of chaſt, vnhap'ly ſet
This bateleſſe edge on his keene appetite:
VWhen COLATINE vnwifely did not let,
To prouſe the cleare vnmatched red and white,
VWhich triumphed in that skie of his delight:
VWhere mortal ſtars as bright as heaués Beauties,
VWith pure aspects did him peculiar dueties.

B

THE RAPE OF LVCRECE,

For he the night before in Tarquins Tent,
Vnlockt the treaſure of his happie ſtate :
V What priſeleſſe wealth the heauens had him lent,
In the poſſeſſion of his beauteous mate.
Reckning his fortune at ſuch high proud rate,
That Kings might be eſpoſſed to more fame,
But King nor Peere to ſuch a peereleſſe dame.

O happineſſe enioy'd but of a few,
And if poſſeſt as ſoone decayed and done :
As is the morning filuer melting dew,
Againſt the golden ſplendour of the Sunne.
An expir'd date canceld ere well begunne.
Honour and Beautie in the owners armes,
Are weakelie forſtreſt from a world of harmes.

Beautie it ſelſe doth of it ſelſe perſwade,
The eies of men without an Orator,
VWhat needeth then Appologie be made
To fet forth that which is ſo ſinguler ?
Or why is Colatine the publisher
Of that rich iewell he ſhould keepe vnknown,
From the euilh eares becauſe it is his owne?

Perchance

THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

Perchance his boſt of Lucrece Sou'raightie,
Suggested this proud ilſue of a King:
For by our eares our hearts oft taynted be:
Perchance that enuie of ſo rich a thing
Brauing compare, diſdainefully did ſting
(vant,
His high picht thoughts that meaner men ſhould
That golden hap which their ſuperiors want.

But ſome vntimelie thought did inſtigate,
His all too timeleſſe ſpeede if none of thate,
His honor, his affaires, his friends, his ſtate,
Negleſted all, with ſwift intent he goes,
To quench the coale which in his liuer glowes.
O rafh falſe heate, wrapt in repentant cold,
Thy haſtie ſpring ſtill blaſts and nere growes old.

VWhen at Colatium this falſe Lord ariued,
VWell was he welcom'd by the Romaine dame,
VWithin whoſe face Beautie and Vertue ſtriued,
VVhich of them both ſhould vnde prop her fame.
VVhe Vertue brag'd, Beautie wold bluſh for ſhame,
VWhen Beautie boſted bluſhes, in deſpight
Vertue would ſtaine that ore with filuer white.

B 2

THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

But Beautie in that white entituled,
From Venus doues doth challenge that faire field,
Then Vertue claimes from Beautie, Beauties red,
VWhich Vertue gaue the golden age, to guild
Their filuer cheekes, and cald it then their shield,
Teaching them thus to vse it in the fight,
VVhich shame affaild, the red should fce the white.

This Herauldry in LVCRECE face was seene,
Argued by Beauties red and Vertues white,
Of either's colour was the other Queene:
Prouing from worlds minority their right,
Yet their ambition makes them still to fight:
The soueraignty of either being so great,
That oft they interchange ech others feat.

This silent warre of Lillies and of Roses,
VWhich TAR QVIN vew'd in her faire faces field,
In their pure rankes his traytor eye encloſes,
VWhere leaſt betweene them both it ſhould be kild.
The coward captiue vanquifhed, doth yeeld
To thofe two Armies that would let him goe,
Rather then triumph in ſo falſe a foe.

Now

THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

Now thinkes he that her husbands ſhallow tongue,
The niggard prodigall that praiseth her so:
In that high taske hath done her Beauty wrong.
VWhich farre exceedeth his barren skill to ſhow.
Therefore that praiseth which COLATINE doth owe,
Inchaunted TAR QVIN aunſwers with ſurmiſe,
In ſilent wonder of ſtill gazing eyes.

This earthly ſaſt adored by this deuill,
Little ſuſpecteth the falſe worthipper:
"For vnſtaind thoughts do ſeldom dream on euill.
"Birds neuer limd, no ſecret buſhes ſcare:
So guiltlesſe ſhee ſecurely giues good cheare,
And reuerend welcome to her princely gueſt,
VWhofe inward ill no outward harme expreſſ.

For that he colourd with his high eſtate,
Hiding baſe ſin in pleats of Maieſtie:
That nothing in him ſeemd inordinate,
Saue ſometime too much wonder of his eye,
VWhich hauing all, all could not ſatisfie;
But poorly rich ſo wanteth in his ſtore,
That cloy'd with much, he pineth still for more.

B 3

THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

But she that neuer cop't with a krauger eies,
Could picke no meaning from their parling lookes,
Nor read the subtle thining secrecies,
V Vrit in the glaſſe margents of such bookes,
Shee toucht no vnknown baits, nor feard no hooks,
Nor could shee moralize his wanton fight,
More then his eies were opend to the light.

He ſtories to her eares her husbands fame,
V Vonne in the fields of fruitfull Italie:
And decks with prais'd Colatines high name,
Made glorious by his manlie chiualrie,
V Vith bruised armes and wreathes of victorie,
Her ioie with heaued-vp hand the doth expreſſe,
And wordleſſe so greetes heauen for his ſucceſſe.

Far from the purpose of his comming thither,
He makes excufes for his being there,
No clowdie ſhow of ſtormie bluſtring wether,
Doth yet in his faire welkin once appeare,
Till ſable Night mother of dread and feare,
Vppon the world dim darkneſſe doth diſplaie,
And in her vaultie prison, ſtowes the daie.

For

THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

For then is Tarquine brought vnto his bed,
Intending wearinesſe with heauie ſprite:
For after ſupper long he questioned,
V Vith modeſt Lucrece, and wore out the night,
Now leaden slumber with liues ſtrength doth fight,
And euerie one to reſt himſelfe betakes,
Saue theeues, and cares, and troubled minds that
(wakes.

As one of which doth Tarquin lie reuoluing
The ſundrie dangers of his wils obtaining:
Yet euer to obtaine his will reſoluing. (ning
Though weake-built hopes perſwade him to abſtai-
Diſpaire to gaine doth traffique oft for gaining,
And when great treaſure is the meede proposed,
Though death be adiuſt, ther's no death ſuppoſed.

Those that much couet are with gaine ſo fond,
That what they haue not, that which they poſſeſſe
They ſcatter and vnloose it from their bond,
And ſo by hoping more they haue but leſſe,
Or gaining more, the profite of exceſſe
Is but to ſurfet, and ſuch griefes ſuſtaine,
That they prone bakout in this poore rich gain.

THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

The ayme of all is but to nourfe the life,
V with honor, wealth, and eafe in wainyng age:
And in this ayme there is such thwarting strife,
That one for all, or all for one we gage:
As life for honour, in fell battailes rage,
Honor for wealth, and of that wealth doth coft
The death of all, and altogether loft.

So that in ventring ill, we leaue to be
The things we are, for that which we expect:
And this ambitious foule infirmitie,
In hauing much torments vs with defe &
Of that we haue: so then we doe neglect
The thing we haue, and all for want of wit,
Make something nothing, by augmenting it.

Such hazard now muſt doting TAR QVIN make,
Pawning his honor to obtaine his luſt,
And for himſelfe, himſelfe he muſt forſake.
Then where is truth if there be no ſelfe-truſt?
V when ſhall he thinke to find a ſtranger iuſt,
V when he himſelfe, himſelfe confounds, betraies,
To ſclandrous tongues & wretched hateful daies?

Now

THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

Now ſtole vppon the time the dead of night,
V when heauie ſleep had cloſd vp mortall eyes,
No comfortable ſtarre did lend his light,
No noise but Owles, & wolues death-boding cries:
Now ſerues the ſeason that they may ſurprisef
The fillie Lambes, pure thoughts are dead & ſtill,
V while Luſt and Murder wakes to ſtaine and kill.

And now this luſt full Lord leapt from his bed,
Throwing his mantle rudely ore his arme,
Is madly toſt betweene deſire and dred;
Th' one ſweetely flatters, th' other feareth harme,
But honyſt ſeare, bewicht with luſtes ſoule charme,
Doth too too oft betake him to retire,
Beaten away by braineſſcke rude deſire.

His Faulchon on a flint he softly ſmiteth,
That from the could ſtone ſparkes of fire doe flie,
V whereat a waxen torch forthwith he lighteth,
V which muſt be lode ſtarre to his luſt full eye.
And to the flame thus ſpeakes aduſedlie;
As from this cold flint I enforſt this fire,
So LVCRECE muſt I force to my deſire.

C

THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

Here pale with feare he doth premeditate,
The daungers of his lothsome enterprishe:
And in his inward mind he doth debate,
What following forrow may on this arishe.
Then looking cornfully, he doth despise
His naked armour of still slaughtered luft,
And iustly thus controlls his thoughts vniust.

Faire torch burne out thy light, and lend it not
To darken her whose light excelleth thine:
And die vnhallowed thoughts, before you blot
VWith your vncleanneſſe, that which is deuine:
Offer pure incenſe to ſo pure a ſhrine :
Let faire humanitie abhor the deede,
That ſpots & ſtains loues modeſt snow-white weed.

O ſhame to knighthood, and to ſhining Armes,
O foule diſhonor to my houſhoulds graue :
O impious act including all foule harmes.
A martiall man to be ſoft fancies ſlaue,
True valour ſtill a true reſpect ſhould haue,
Then my digreſſion is ſo vile, ſo bafe,
That it will liue engrauen in my face.

Yea

THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

Yea though I die the ſcandale will ſuruiue,
And be an eie-fore in my golden coate :
Some lothsome daſh the Herrald will contriue,
To cipher me how fondlie I did dote :
That my poſteritie ſham'd with the note
Shall curſe my bones, and hold it for no ſinne,
To with that I their father had not beene.

VWhat win I if I gaine the thing I ſeeke ?
A dreame, a breath, a froth of ſleeting ioy,
VWho buies a minutes mirth to waile a weeke ?
Or ſels eternitie to get a toy?
For one ſweete grape who will the vine deſtroy ?
Or what fond begger, but to touch the crowne,
VWould with the ſcepter ſtraight be ſtroke down?

If COLATINVS dreame of my intent,
VWill he not wake, and in a deſp'rate rage
Poſt hither, this vile purpose to preuent ?
This ſiege that hath ingirt his marriage,
This blur to youth, this forrow to the ſage,
This dying vertue, this ſuruiuing ſhame,
VWhose crime will beare an euer-during blame.

C 2

## THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

O what excuse can my inuention make
VWhen thou shalt charge me with so blacke a deed?
VVil not my tongue be mute, my fraile ioints shake?
Mine eies forgo their light, my false hart bleede?
The guilt beeing great, the feare doth still exceede;
And extreme feare can neither fight nor flie,
But cowardlike with trembling terror die.

Had COLATINVS kild my sonne or fire,
Or laine in ambush to betray my life,
Or were he not my deare friend, this desire
Might haue excufe to worke vppon his wife:
As in reuenge or quittall of such strife.
But as he is my kinsman, my deare friend,
The shame and fault finds no excufe nor end.

Shamefull it is : I, if the fact be knowne,
Hatefull it is : there is no hate in louing,
He beg her loue: but she is not her owne:
The worft is but denial and reproouing.
My will is strong past reafons weake remoouing a
VWho feares a ſentence or an old mans ſaw,
Shall by a painted cloth be kept in awe.

Thus

## THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

Thus graceleſſe holds he disputation,
Tweene frozen confidence and hot burning will,
And with good thoughts makes dispenſation,
Vrging the worſer ſence for vantage ſtill.
VVhich in a moment doth confound and kill
All pure effects, and doth so farre proceede,
That what is vile, ſhewes like a vertuous deede.

Quoth he, ſhee tooke me kindlie by the hand,
And gaz'd for tidings in my eager eyes,
Fearing ſome hard newes from the warlike band,
VVhere her beloued COLATINVS lies.
O how her ſeare did make her colour rife !
First red as Roses that on Lawne we laie,
Then white as Lawne the Roses tooke awaie.

And how her hand in my hand being lockt,
Forſt it to tremble with her loyall ſeare:
VVhich ſtrooke her ſad, and then it faſter rockt,
Vntill her husbands welfare ſhee did heare.
VVhereat ſhee ſmiled with so ſweete a cheare,
That had NARCISSVS ſeene her as ſhee ſtood,
Seliſe-loue had neuer drownd him in the flood.

C 3

## THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

VWhy hunt I then for colour or excufes?
All Orators are dumbe when Beautie pleadeth,
Poore wretches haue remorſe in poore abuſes,
Loue thiues not in the hart that ſhadows dreadeth,
Aſſection is my Captaine and he leadeth.
And when his gaudie banner is diſplaide,
The coward fights, and will not be diſmaide.

Then childiſh ſeare auaunt, debating die,
Reſpect and reaſon waite on wrinkled age:
My heart ſhall neuer countermand mine eie;
Sad paſſe, and deepe regard be ſeemes the ſage,
My part is youth and beates theſe from the ſtage.
Desire my Pilot is, Beautie my prife,
Then who ſeares ſinking where ſuch treaſure lies?

As corne ore-growne by weedes: ſo heedfull ſeare
Is almoſt choakt by vnreſiſted luſt:
Away he ſteales with open liftning eare,
Full offoule hope, and full of fond miſtruſt:
Both which as ſeruitors to the vniuſt,
So croſſe him with their oppoſit perſwaſion,
That now he vowes a league, and now inuaſion.

VWith-

## THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

VWithin his thought her heauenly image ſits,
And in the ſelfe ſame ſeat ſits COLATINE,
That eye which lookes on her confounds his wits,
That eye which him beholdes, as more deuine,
Vnto a view ſo falſe will not incline;
But with a pure appeale ſeekes to the heart,
VWhich once corrupted takes the worſer part.

And therein heartens vp his ſeruile powers,
VWho flattred by their leaders iocound ſhow,
Stuſſe vp his luſt: as minutes fill vp howres.
And as their Captaine: ſo their pride doth grow,
Paying more ſlauiſh tribute then they owe.
By reprobate desire thus madly led,
The Romane Lord marcheth to LVCRECE bed.

The lockes betweene her chamber and his will,
Ech one by him inforſt retires his ward:
But as they open they all rate his ill,
VWhich driues the creeping theefe to ſome regard,
The threſhold grates the doore to haue him heard,
Night-wandring weezels ſhreek to ſee him there,
They fright him, yet he ſtill purſues his ſeare.

## THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

As each vnwilling portall yeelds him way,
Through little vents and cranies of the place,
The wind warres with his torch, to make him ſtaie,
And blowe the ſmoake of it into his face,
Extinguishing his conduct in this cafe.
But his hot heart, which fond desire doth ſcorch,
Puffes forth another wind that fires the torch.

And being lighted, by the light he ſpies
LVCRECIAS gloue, wherein her needle ſticks,
He takes it from the ruſhes where it lies,
And griping it, the needle his ſinger pricks.
As who ſhould ſay, this gloue to wanton trickes
Is not inu'r'd; returne againe in haſt,
Thou feet our miſtreſſe ornaments are chaſt.

But all theſe poore forbiddings could not ſtay him,
He in the worſt ſence conſters their denial:
The dores, the wind, the gloue that did delay him,
He takes for accidentall things of triall.
Or as those bars which ſtop the hourly diall,
VVho with a lingring ſtaie his course doth let,
Till euerie minute payes the howre his debt.

So

## THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

So ſo, quoth he, these lets attend the time,
Like little froſts that sometime threat the ſpring,
To ad a more reioyſing to the prime,
And giue the ſneaped birds more cauſe to ſing.
Pain payes the income of ech precious thing, (ands
Huge rocks, high winds, ſtrong pirats, ſhelues and
The marchant feares, ere rich at home he lands.

Now is he come vnto the chamber dore,
That ſhuts him from the Heauen of his thought,
VVhich with a yeelding latch, and with no more,
Hath bard him from the bleſſed thing he ſought.
So from him ſelſe impiety hath wrought,
That for his pray to pray he doth begin,
As if the Heauens ſhould countenance his ſin.

But in the midſt of his vnfruitfull prayer,
Hauing ſolicited th'eternall power,
That his ſoule thoughts might copaſſe his fair faire,
And they would ſtand auſpicious to the howre.
Euen there he ſtarts, quoth he, I muſt deflowre;
The powers to whom I pray abhor this fact,
How can they then aſſiſt me in the act ?

D

## THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

Then Loue and Fortune be my Gods, my guide,
My will is backt with resolution:
Thoughts are but dreames till their effects be tried,
The blacke sinne is clear'd with absolution.
Against loues fire, feares frost hath dissolution.
The eye of Heauen is out, and mistie night
Couers the shame that followes sweet delight.

This said, his guiltie hand pluckt vp the latch,
And with his knee the dore he opens wide,
The doue sleeps faft that this night Owle will catch.
Thus treason workes ere traitors be espied.
Who sees the lurking serpent steppes afide;
But shee found sleeping fearing no such thing,
Lies at the mercie of his mortall sting.

Into the chamber wickedlie he stalkes,
And gazeth on her yet vnstained bed:
The curtaines being close, about he walkes,
Rowling his greedie eye-bals in his head.
By their high treason is his heart misled,
Which giues the watch-word to his hand ful soon,
To draw the clowd that hides the filuer Moon.

Looke

## THE RAPE OF OFLVCRECE.

Looke as the faire and fierie pointed Sunne,
Rushing from forth a cloud, bereav's our light:
Euen so the Curtaine drawne, his eyes begun
To winke, being blinded with a greater light.
Whether it is that shee reflects so bright,
That dazleth them, or else some shame supposed,
But blind they are, and keep them selues inclosed.

Ohad they in that darke some prifon died,
Then had they seene the period of their ill:
Then COLATINE againe by LVCRECE side,
In his cleare bed might haue reposed still.
But they must ope this bleffed league to kill,
And holie-thoughted LVCRECE to their light,
Must sell her ioy, her life, her worlds delight.

Her lillie hand, her rofie cheeke lies vnder,
Coofning the pillow of a lawfull kiffe:
Who therefore angrie seems to part in sunder,
Swelling on either side to want his bliffe.
Betweene whoſe hils her head intombed is;
Where like a vertuous Monument shee lies,
To be admir'd of lewd vnhallowed eyes.

D 2

THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

VWithout the bed her other faire hand was,
On the greene couerlet whose perfect white
Showed like an Aprill dazie on the graffe,
VWith pearlie swet resembling dew of night.
Her eyes like Marigolds had sheath'd their light,
And canopied in darkenesse sweetly lay,
Till they might open to adorne the day.

Her haire like goldes threeds playd with her breath,
() modest wantons, wanton modestie !
Showing lifes triumph in the map of death,
And deaths dim looke in lifes mortalitie.
Ech in her sleepe themselves so beautifie,
As if betweene them twaine there were no strife,
But that life liu'd in death, and death in life.

Her breasts like Iuory globes circled with blew,
A paire of maiden worlds vnconquered,
Saue of their Lord, no bearing yoke they knew,
And him by oath they truely honored.
These worlds in TARQVIN new ambition bred,
VWho like a fowle vfurper went about,
From this faire throne to heaue the owner out.

VWhat

THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

VWhat could he see but mightily he noted?
VWhat did he note, but strongly he desired?
VWhat he beheld, on that he firmly doted,
And in his will his wilfull eye he tyred.
VWith more then admiration he admired
Her azure vaines, her alabaster skinne,
Her corall lips, her snow-white dimpled chin.

As the grim Lion fawneth ore his pray,
Sharpe hunger by the conquest satisfied:
So ore this sleeping soule doth TARQVIN stay,
His rage of luft by gazing qualified;
Slakt, not suppreft, for standing by her side,
His eye which late this mutiny retraines,
Vnto a greater vprore tempts his vaines.

And they like stragling laues for pillage fighting,
Obdurate vaffals fell exploits effecting,
In bloudy death and ruilhment delighting;
Nor childrens tears nor mothers grones respecting,
Swell in their pride, the onset still expecting :
Anon his beating heart allarum striking,
Gives the hot charge, & bids the do their liking.

D 3

## THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

His 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 breft, the heart of all her land;
VWho ranks of blew vains as his hand did scale.
Left their round turrets deftitute and pale.

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

Imagine her as one in dead of night,
From forth dull ſleepe by dreadfull fancie waking,
That thinkes ſhee hath beheld ſome gaſtlie sprite,
VWhoſe grim aspect ſets euerie joint a ſhaking,
VWhat terror tis: but ſhee in worſer taking,
From ſleepe diſturbed, he edfullie doth view
The light which makes ſuppoſed terror trew.

VWrapt

## THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.

VWrapt and confounded in a thousand ſeares,
Like to a new-kild bird ſhee trembling lies:
Shee dares not looke, yet winking there appears
Quicke-shifting Antiques vglie in her eyes.
"Such ſhadowes are the weake-brains forgeries,
VWho angrie that the eyes ſlie from their lights,
In darknes daunts the with more dreadfull ſights.

His hand that yet remaines vppon her breſt,
(Rude Ram to batter ſuch an Iuorie wall :)
May ſeele her heart (poore Citizen) diſtreſt,
VVounding it ſelfe to death, rife vp and fall;
Beating her bulke, that his hand ſhakes withall.
This moues in him more rage and leſſer pittie,
To make the breach and enter this ſweet Citty.

First like a Trompet doth his tongue begin,
To found a parlie to his heartleſſe foe,
VWho ore the white ſheet peers her whiter chin,
The reaſon of this rafh allarme to know,
VWhich he by dum demeanor ſeekes to ſhow.
But ſhee with vehement prayers vrgeth ſtill,
Vnder what colour he commits this ill.