205 "Yea, though I die, the scandal will survive, Shall curse my bones, and hold it for no sin, "What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? 214 For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crow11, Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down? 225 **O, what excuse can my invention make, When thou shalt charge me with so black a deed? Will not my tongue be mute, my frail joints shake, Mine eyes forgo their light, my false heart bleed? The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed; And extreme fear can neither fight nor fly, 230 "Had Collatinus kill'd my son or sire, 235 But as he is my kinsman, my dear friend, The shame and fault finds no excuse nor end. I'll beg her love; but she is not her own: Who fears a sentence or an old man's saw Thus, graceless, holds he disputation "Why hunt I then for colour or excuses? All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth; Poor wretches have remorse in poor abuses; Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth; 270 Affection is my captain, and he leadeth; Then, childish fear, avaunt! debating, die! Respect and reason, wait on wrinkled age! 2:5 My heart shall never countermand mine eye. Sad pause and deep regard beseem the sage; My part is youth, and beats these from the stage. Desire my pilot is, beauty my prize; Then who fears sinking where such treasure lies?" As corn o'ergrown by weeds, so heedful fear 280 285 So cross him with their opposite persuasion, Within his thought her heavenly image sits, That eye which him beholds, as more divine, 290 But with a pure appeal seeks to the heart, Which once corrupted takes the worser part; So from himself impiety hath wrought, fair, 343 And they would stand auspicious to the hour. Even there he starts: 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, my guide! My will is back'd with resolution. Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried: The blackest sin is clear'd with absolution: Against love's fire fear's frost hath dissolution. The eye of heaven is out, and misty night Covers the shame that follows sweet delight." This said, his guilty hand pluck'd up the latch. Thus treason works ere traitors be espi'd. But she, sound sleeping, fearing no such thing, Into the chamber wickedly he stalks, soon To draw the cloud that hides the silver moon. Look, as the fair and fiery-pointed sun, That dazzleth them, or else some shame supposed; But blind they are, and keep themselves enclosed. O, had they in that darksome prison died! Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under, 395 Without the bed her other fair hand was, And canopi'd in darkness sweetly lay, Her hair, like golden threads, play'd with her breath; O modest wantons! wanton modesty ! 400 As if between them twain there were no strife, 405 In darkness daunts them with more dreadful sights. His hand, that yet remains upon her breast, 465 Wounding itself to death, rise up and fall, First, like a trumpet, doth his tongue begin 470 even in my soul, "I have debated, ev But nothing can affection's course control, 800 Reproach, disdain, and deadly enmity; This said, he shakes aloft his Roman blade, sos So under his insulting falchion lies Harmless Lucretia, marking what he tells 510 With trembling fear, as fowl hear falcon's bells. While she, the picture of pure piety, Like a white hind under the gripe's sharp claws, Pleads, in a wilderness where are no laws, To the rough beast that knows no gentle right, Nor aught obeys but his foul appetite. But when a black-fac'd cloud the world doth threat, In his dim mist the aspiring mountains hiding, From earth's dark womb some gentle gust deth get, Which blow these pitchy vapours from their biding, Hind'ring their present fall by this dividing; So his unhallow'd haste her words delays. And moody Pluto winks while Orpheus plays Yet, foul night-waking cat, he doth but dally, While in his hold-fast foot the weak motse panteth. Her sad behaviour feeds his vulture folly, No penetrable entrance to her plaining; Tears harden lust, though marble wear with raining. Her pity-pleading eyes are sadly fixed She conjures him by high almighty Jove, By her untimely tears, her husband's love, both, That to his borrow'd bed he make retire, And stoop to honour, not to foul desire. Quoth she, "Reward not hospitality Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee; "My husband is thy friend; for his sake spare me: Thyself art mighty; for thine own sake leave me: Myself a weakling; do not then ensnare me: Thou look'st not like deceit; do not deceive me. My sighs, like whirlwinds, labour hence to heave thee. And, lo, there falls into thy boundless flood "So shall these slaves be king, and thou their slave; Thon nobly base, they basely dignifi'd; The cedar stoops not to the base shrub's foot, But low shrubs wither at the cedar's root, ses "So let thy thoughts, low vassals to thy state, "No more," quoth he; "by heaven, I will not hear thee. Yield to my love; if not, enforced hate, Instead of love's coy touch, shall rudely tear thee; That done, despitefully I mean to bear thee 670 This said, he sets his foot upon the light, Till with her own white fleece her voice con troll'd Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold. |