The Rape of Lucrece.
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Which to her oratory adds more grace.
She puts the period often from his place,
And midst the sentence so her accent breaks,
That twice she doth begin ere once she speaks.
She puts the period often from his place,
And midst the sentence so her accent breaks,
That twice she doth begin ere once she speaks.
6.Lucretia pleadeth in defence of chastity, and exprobateth his uncivil lust.She conjures him by high almighty Jove,
By Knighthood, Gentry, and sweet Friendship's oath,
By her untimely tears, her Husbands love,
By holy humane law, and common troth,
By heaven and earth, and all the power of both,
That to his borrowed bed he make retire,
And stoop to honor, not to foul desire.
By Knighthood, Gentry, and sweet Friendship's oath,
By her untimely tears, her Husbands love,
By holy humane law, and common troth,
By heaven and earth, and all the power of both,
That to his borrowed bed he make retire,
And stoop to honor, not to foul desire.
Quoth she, reward not Hospitality
With such black payment as thou hast pretended,
Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee,
Marre not the thing that cannot be amended:
End thy ill ayme, before thy shoot be ended.
He is no Wood-man that doth bend his bow
To strike a poor unseasonable Doe.
With such black payment as thou hast pretended,
Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee,
Marre not the thing that cannot be amended:
End thy ill ayme, before thy shoot be ended.
He is no Wood-man that doth bend his bow
To strike a poor unseasonable Doe.
My husband is thy friend, for his sake spare me,
Thy self art mighty, for thine own sake leave me:
My self a weakeling, do not then insnare me:
Thou look'st not like deceit, do not deceive me.
My sighs like whirlwinds labour hence to heave thee,
If ever man was mov'd with woman's mones,
Be moved with my tears, my sighs, my grones.
Thy self art mighty, for thine own sake leave me:
My self a weakeling, do not then insnare me:
Thou look'st not like deceit, do not deceive me.
My sighs like whirlwinds labour hence to heave thee,
If ever man was mov'd with woman's mones,
Be moved with my tears, my sighs, my grones.
All which together like a troubled Ocean,
Beat at thy rocky, and wrack-threatning heart,
Beat at thy rocky, and wrack-threatning heart,
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