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Then who fears sinking where such treasure lies'
As corn o'ergrown by weeds察so heedful fear
Is almost choked by unresisted lust。
Away he steals with open list'ning car
Full of foul hope and full of fond mistrust
Both which察as servitors to the unjust
So cross him with their opposite persuasion
That now he vows a league and now invasion。
Within his thought her heavenly image sits
And in the selfsame seat sits Collatine。
That eye which looks on her confounds his wits
That eye which him beholds察as more divine
Unto a view so false will not incline
But with a pure appeal seeks to the heart
Which once corrupted takes the worser part
And therein heartens up his servile powers
Who察flatt'red by their leader's jocund show
Stuff up his lust察as minutes fill up hours
And as their captain察so their pride doth grow
Paying more slavish tribute than they owe。
By reprobate desire thus madly led
The Roman lord marcheth to Lucrece' bed。
The locks between her chamber and his will
Each one by him enforced察retires his ward
But察as they open察they all rate his ill
Which drives the creeping thief to some regard。
The threshold grates the door to have him heard
Night´wand'ring weasels shriek to see him there
They fright him察yet he still pursues his fear。
As each unwilling portal yields him way
Through little vents and crannies of the place
The wind wars with his torch to make him stay
And blows the smoke of it into his face
Extinguishing his conduct in this case
But his hot heart察which fond desire doth scorch
Puffs forth another wind that fires the torch
And being lighted察by the light he spies
Lucretia's glove察wherein her needle sticks
He takes it from the rushes where it lies
And griping it察the needle his finger pricks
As who should say 'This glove to wanton tricks
Is not inured。 Return again in haste
Thou see'st our mistress' ornaments are chaste。'
But all these poor forbiddings could not stay him
He in the worst sense consters their denial
The doors察the wind察the glove察that did delay him
He takes for accidental things of trial
Or as those bars which stop the hourly dial
Who with a ling'ring stay his course doth let
Till every minute pays the hour his debt。
'So察so' quoth he察'these lets attend the time
Like little frosts that sometime threat the spring
To add a more rejoicing to the prime
And give the sneaped birds more cause to sing。
Pain pays the income of each precious thing
Huge rocks察high winds察strong pirates察shelves and sands
The merchant fears察ere rich at home he lands。'
Now is he come unto the chamber door
That shuts him from the heaven of his thought
Which with a yielding latch察and with no more
Hath barred him from the blessed thing he sought。
So from himself impiety hath wrought
That for his prey to pray he doth begin
As if the heavens should countenance his sin。
But in the midst of his unfruitful prayer
Having solicited th' eternal power
That his foul thoughts might compass his fair fair
And they would stand auspicious to the hour
Even there he starts察quoth he 'I must deflower
The powers to whom I pray abhor this fact
How can they then assist me in the act
'Then Love and Fortune be my gods察my guide
My will is backed with resolution。
Thoughts are but dreams。till their effects be tried
The blackest sin is cleared with absolution
Against love's fire fear's frost hath dissolution。
The eye of heaven is out察and misty night
Covers the shame that follows sweet delight。'
This said察his guilty hand plucked up the latch
And with his knee the door he opens wide。
The dove sleeps fast that this night´owl will catch。
Thus treason works ere traitors be espied。
Who sees the lurking serpent steps aside
But she察sound sleeping察fearing no such thing
Lies at the mercy of his mortal sting。
Into the chamber wickedly he stalks
And gazeth on her yet unstained bed。
The curtains being close察about he walks
Rolling his greedy eyeballs in his head。
By their high treason is his heart misled
Which gives the watch´word to his hand full soon
To draw the cloud that hides the silver moon。
Look as the fair and fiery´pointed sun
Rushing from forth a cloud察bereaves our sight
Even so察the curtain drawn察his eyes begun
To wink察being blinded with a greater light
Whether it is that she reflects so bright
That dazzleth them察or else some shame supposed
But blind they are察and keep themselves enclosed。
O察had they in that darksome prison died
Then had they seen the period of their ill
Then Collatine again察by Lucrece' side
In his clear bed might have reposed still
But they must ope察this blessed league to kill
And holy´thoughted Lucrece to their sight
Must sell her joy察her life察her world's delight。
Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under
Coz'ning the pillow of a lawful kiss
Who察therefore angry察seems to part in sunder
Swelling on either side to want his bliss
Between whose hills her head entombed is
Where察like a virtuous monument察she lies
To be admired of lewd unhallowed eyes。
Without the bed her other fair hand was
On the green coverlet察whose perfect white
Showed like an April daisy on the grass
With pearly sweat resembling dew of night。
Her eyes察like marigolds察had sheathed their light
And canopied in darkness sweetly lay
Till they might open to adorn the day。
Her hair察like golden threads察played with her breath´
O modest wantons wanton modesty
Showing life's triumph in the map of death
And death's dim look in life's mortality
Each in her sleep themselves so beautify
As if between them察twain there were no strife
But that life lived in death and death in life。
Her breasts察like ivory globes circled with blue
A pair of maiden worlds unconquered
Save of their lord no bearing yoke they knew
And him by oath they truly honoured。
These worlds in Tarquin new ambition bred
Who like a foul usurper went about
From this fair throne to heave the owner out。
What could he see but mightily he noted
What did he note but strongly he desired
What he beheld察on that he firmly doted
And in his will his wilful eye he tired。
With more than admiration he admired
Her azure veins察her alabaster skin
Her coral lips察her snow´white dimpled chin。
As the grim lion fawneth o'er his prey
Sharp hunger by the conquest satisfied
So o'er this sleeping soul doth Tarquin stay
His rage of lust by gazing qualified
Slacked察not suppressed察for standing by her side
His eye察which late this mutiny restrains
Unto a greater uproar tempts his veins
And they察like straggling slaves for pillage fighting
Obdurate vassals fell exploits effecting
In bloody death and ravishment delighting
Nor children's tears nor mothers' groans respecting
Swell in their pride察the onset still expecting。
Anon his beating heart察alarum striking
Gives the hot charge察and bids them do their liking。
His drumming heart cheers up his burning eye
His eye commends the leading to his hand
His hand察as proud of such a dignity
Smoking with pride察marched on to make his stand
On her bare breast察the heart of all her land
Whose ranks of blue veins as his hand did scale
Left their round turrets destitute and pale。
They察must'ring to the quiet cabinet
Where their dear governess and lady lies
Do tell her she is dreadfully beset
And fright her with confusion of their cries。
She察much amazed察breaks ope her locked´up eyes
Who察peeping forth this tumult to behold
Are by his flaming torch dimmed and controlled。
Imagine her as one in dead of night
From forth dull sleep by dreadful fancy waking
That thinks she hath beheld some g