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The Rape of Lucrece.
Which speechlesse woe of his poor she attendeth,
And his untimely frenzy thus awaketh;
Dear Lord, thy sorrow to my sorrow lendeth
Another power, no floud by raining slaketh,
My woe too sensible thy passion maketh;
More feeling painful, let it then suffice
To drown one woe, one pair of weeping eyes.
And his untimely frenzy thus awaketh;
Dear Lord, thy sorrow to my sorrow lendeth
Another power, no floud by raining slaketh,
My woe too sensible thy passion maketh;
More feeling painful, let it then suffice
To drown one woe, one pair of weeping eyes.
And for my sake when I might charm thee so,
For she that was thy Lucrece now attend me,
Be suddenly revenged on my foe,
Thine, mine, his own, suppose thou dost defend me
From what is past, the help that thou shalt lend me
Comes all too late, yet let the Traytor die:
For sparing Justice feeds Iniquity.
For she that was thy Lucrece now attend me,
Be suddenly revenged on my foe,
Thine, mine, his own, suppose thou dost defend me
From what is past, the help that thou shalt lend me
Comes all too late, yet let the Traytor die:
For sparing Justice feeds Iniquity.
But ere I name him, you fair Lords, quoth she,
(Speaking to those that came with Colatine)
Upon the relation of Lucrece her rape, Colatine and the rest swear to revenge, but this seems not full satisfaction to her losses. Shall plight your honourable faiths to me,
With swift pursuit to venge this wrong of mine:
For 'tis a meritorious fair design,
To chase injustice with revengeful arms,
Knights by their oaths should right poor Ladies harms.
(Speaking to those that came with Colatine)
Upon the relation of Lucrece her rape, Colatine and the rest swear to revenge, but this seems not full satisfaction to her losses. Shall plight your honourable faiths to me,
With swift pursuit to venge this wrong of mine:
For 'tis a meritorious fair design,
To chase injustice with revengeful arms,
Knights by their oaths should right poor Ladies harms.
At this request, with noble disposition,
Each present Lord began to promise aid,
As bound in knighthood to her imposition,
Longing to hear the hateful foe bewraid.
Each present Lord began to promise aid,
As bound in knighthood to her imposition,
Longing to hear the hateful foe bewraid.
But
