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do slay,

Then do they spend their mouths: Echo replies, Or theirs, whose desperate hands themselves
As if another chase were in the skies.
By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill,

Or butcher-sire, that reaves his son of life. stands on his hinder legs with listening ear, But gold that's put to use, more gold begets.

Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, To hearken if his foes pursue him still;

Anon their loud alarums he doth hear; Nay then, quoth Adon, you will fall again And now his grief may be compared well Into your idle over-handled theme; To one sore sick, that hears the passing bell. The kiss I give you is bestow'd in vain,

And all in vain you strive against the stream; Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch Turn, and return, indenting with the way;

For by this black-fac'd night, desire's foul nurse, Each envious briar his weary legs doth scratch, Your treatise makes ine like you worse and worse.

Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur If love have lent you twenty thousand tongues, For misery is trodden on by many, [stay; And every tongne more moving than yourow, And being low, never reliev'd by any. Bewitching like the wanton mermaid's songs, Lie qnietly, and hear a little more ;

Yet from mine ear the tempting tune is blown! Nay, do not struggle, for thou shalt not rise: For know, my heart stands armed in mine ear, To make thee hate the hunting of the boar,

And will not let a false sound enter there; Unlike myself thou hear'st me moralize,

Lest the deceiving harmony should run Applying this to that, and so to so;

Into the quiet closure of my breast; For love can comment upon every woe.

And then my little heart were quite undone, Where did I leave?- No matter where, quoth he,

In his bedchamber to be bazr'd of rest. Leave me, and then the story aptly ends :

No, lady, no; my heart longs not to groan, The night is spent. Why, what of that, qnoth But soundly sleeps, while now it sleeps alone.

I am, quoth he, expected of my friends; (she: What have you urg'd, that I cannot reprove ? And now 'tis dark, and going I shall fall; The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger; In night, quoth she, desire sees best of all. I hate not love, but your device in love,

That lends embracement unto every stranger, But if thou fall, O then imagine this, The earth, in love with thee, thy footing trips, When reason is the bawd to lust's abuse.

You do it for increase, O strange excuse ! And all is but to rob thee of a kiss.

Rich preys make true men thieves; so do thy Call it not love, for Love to heaven is fled, Make modest Dian cloudy and forlorn, [lips

Since sweating Lust on earth usurp'd his Lest she should steal a kiss, and die forsworn.

name;

Under whose simple semblance he hath fed Now, of this dark night I perceive the reason :

Upon fresh beauty, blotting it with blame ; Cynthia for shame obscures her silver shine, which the hot tyrant stains, and soon bereaves, Till forging Nature be condemn'd of treason,

As caterpillars do the tender leaves. For stealing moulds from heaven that were divine,

(despite,

Love comforteth, like sunshine after rain, Wherein she fram'd thee, in high heaven's

But lust's effect is tempest after sun; To shame the sun by day, and her by night.

Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain,

Lust's winter comes ere summer hall be done. And therefore hath she brib'd the Destinies,

Love surfeits not: lust like a glutton dies : To cross the curions workmanship of nature; Love is all truth ; lust full of forged lies. To mingle beanty with infirmities,

More I could tell, but more I dare not say ; And pure perfection with impure defeature;

The text is old, the orator too green.
Making it subject to the tyranny
Of mad mischances, and much misery;

Therefore in sadness, now I will away;

My face is full of shame, my heart of teen : As burning fevers, agnes pale and faint,

Mine ears, that to your wanton talk attended, Life-poisoning pestilence, and frenzies wood, Do burn themselves for having so offended. The marrow-eating sickness, whose attaint

With this he breaketh from the sweet embrace Disorder breeds by heating of the blood :

Of those fair arms which bound him to her Surfeits,imposthumes,grief,and damn'd despair,

breast,

[арлсе Swear nature's death for framing thee so fair,

And homeward through the dark lawn rung And not the least of all these maladies,

Leaves Love upon her back deeply distress'd. But in one minute's fight brings beauty under: Look, how a bright star shooteth from the sky, Both favour, savour, hue, and qualities, Whereat the impartial gazer late did wonder, which after him she darts, as one on shore

So glides he in the night from Venus' eye; Are on the sudden wasted, thaw'd, and done, As mountain-snow melts with the mid-day sun. Till the wild waves will have him seen no more,

Gazing upon a late-embarked friend, Therefore, despight of fruitless chastity, Whose ridges with the meeting clouds con

Love-lacking vestals, and self-loving nuns, So did the merciless and pitchy night [tend : That on the earth would breed a scarcity, Fold in the object that did feed her sight.

And barren dearth of daughters and of sons, Whereat amaz'd, as one that unaware Be prod gal: the lamp that burns by night,

Hath dropp'd a precious jewel in the flood, Dries up his oil, to lend the world his light. Or 'stonish'd as night-wanderers often are, What is thy body but a swallowing grave, Their light blown out in some mistrustful

Seeming to bury that posterity, (have, Even so confounded in the dark she lay, (wood; Which by the rights of time thou needs must Having lost the fair discovery of her way.

If thou destroy them not in dark obscurity? And now she beats her heart, whereat it groans, If go the world will hold thee in disdain,

That all the neighbour-caves, as seeming Sith in thy pride so fair a hope is slain.

troubled, So in thyself thyself art made away;

Make verbal repetition of Der moans ; A mischief worse tban civil home-bred strife Passion on passion deeply is redoubled :

Ah me! she cries, and twenty times, 108, woe! Thus stands she in a trembling ecstasy,
And twenty echoes twenty times cry so. Till, cheering up her senses sore-dismay'd,
She marking them, begins a wailing note,

She tells them, 'tis a causeless fantasy,
And sings extemp'rally a woeful ditty;

And childish error that they are afraid ; How love makes young men thrall, and old men Bids them leave quaking, bids them fear no dote

more; How love is wise in folly, foolish-witty:

And with that word she spy'd the hunted boar; Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe, Whose frothy mouth, bepainted all with red, And still the choir of echoes answer so.

Like milk and blood being mingled both toHer song was tedious, and outwore the night, A second fear through all her sinews spread,

gether, For lovers' hours are long, though seeming short

Which madly hurries her she knows not

whither : If pleas'd themselves, others, they think,delight this way she runs, and now she will no further, In such like circumstance, with such like sport:

But back retires to rate the boar for murther. Their copious stories, oftentimes begun, A thousand spleens bear her a thousand ways; End without audience, and are never done. She treads the path that she untreads again; For who hath she to spend the night withal,

Her more than haste is mated with delays, But idle sounds resembling parasites;

Like the proceedings of a drunken brain, Like shrill-tongu'd tapsters answering every in hand with all things, nought at all effecting.

Full of respect, yet nought at all respecting: call, Soothing the humour of fantastic wits?

Here kennel'd in a brake she finds a hound, She says, 'tis so: they answer all, 'tis so;

And asks the weary caitiff for his master; And would say after her, if she said, no.

And there another licking of his wound,

'Gainstvenom'd sores the only sovereign Lo! here the gentle lark, weary of rest,

plaster; From bis moist cabinet mounts up on high, And here she meets another sadly scowling, And wakes the morning, from whose silver To whom she speaks; and he replies with breast

howling. The Sun ariseth in his majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold,

When he hath ceas'd his ill-resounding noise, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. Against the welkin vollies out his voice ;

Anotherflap-mouth'd mourner,black and grim, Venus salutes him with this fair good-norrow: Another and another answer him;

O, thou clear god, and patron of all light, Clapping their proud tails to the ground below From whom each lamp and shining star doth Shaking their scratch'd ears, bleeding as theygo.

borrow The beauteous influence that makes Him Look, how the world's poor people are amaz'd There lives a son that suck'd an earthly mother, Whereon with fearful eyes they long have gaz'd,

At apparitions, signs, and prodigies, May lend thee light, as thou dost lend to other.

Infusing them with dreadful prophecies; This said, she hasteth to a myrtle grove, So she at these sad sighs draws up her breath,

Musing the morning is so much o'er-worn; And, sighing it again, exclaims on death.
And yet she hears no tidings of her love:

Hard-favour'd tyrant, ugly, meagre, lean,
She hearkens for his hounds, and for his horn:
Anon she hears them chaunt it lustily,

Hateful divorce of love, (thuschides she death,) And all in haste she coasteth to the cry.

Grim-grinning ghost, earth's worm, what dost

thou mean, And as she runs, the bushes in the way [face, To stifle beauty, and to steal his breath,

Some catch her by the neck, some kiss her Who when he liv'd, his breath and beauty set Some twir'd about her thigh to make her stay; Gloss on the rose, smell to the violet?

She wildly breaketh from their strict embrace, If he be dead,-0 no, it cannot be,
Like a milch doe, whose swelling dugs do ake, Seeing his beauty,thou should'st strike at it;
Hasting to feed her fawn hid in some brake.

O yes, it may; thou hast no eyes to see,
By this she hears the hounds are at a bay,

But hatefully at random dost thou hit Whereat she starts like one that spies an Thy mark is feeble age; but thy false dart adder

Mistakes thataim, and cleaves an infant's heart. Wreath'd up in fatal folds, just in his way, Hadst thou but bid beware, then he had spoke, The fear whereof doth make him shake and And hearing him,thy power had lost his power, shudder;

Thy destinies will curse thee for this stroke ; Even so the timorous yelping of the hounds They bid thee crop a weed, thou pluck'st a Appals her senses, and her spright confounds.

flower; For now she knows it is no gentle chase,

Love's golden arrow at him should have fled. But the blunt boar, rough bear, or lion proud, And not death's ebon dart, to strike him dead. Because the cry remaineth in one place, Dost thou drink tears, that thou provok'st such Where fearfully the dogs exclaim alond :

weeping? Finding their enemy to be so curst, (first. What may a heavy groan advantage thee? They all strain court'sy, who shall cope him why hast thou cast into eternal sleeping This dismal cry rings sadly in her ear,

Those eyes that taught all other eyes to see? Through which it enters to surprise her heart; Now Nature cares not for thy mortal vigour, Who, overcome by doubt and bloodless fear,

Since her best work is niind with thy rigour. With cold-pale weakness numbs each feeling Here overcome, as one full of despair, part :

(yield, Shevail'd her eye-lids, who,like sluices,stopp'd Like soldiers, when their captain once doth The crystal tide that from her two cheeks fair They basely fly, and dare not stay the field. In the sweet channel of her bosom droppd;

But through the flood-gates breaks the silver Even at this word she hears a merry horn, rain,

Whereat she lcaps, that was but late forlorn And with his strong course opens them again. As falcon to the lure, away she flies; O how her eyes and tears did lend and borrow ;

The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light; Her eyes seen in the tears, tears in her eye! And in her haste unfortunately spies Both crystals, where they view'd each other's

The foul boar's conquest on her fair delight; sorrow;

Which seen, her eyes, as murder'd with the view, Sorrow, that friendly sighs sought still to dry: Like stars asham'd of day, themselves withdrew. Rut like a stormy day, now wind, now rain, Sighs dry her cheeks, tears make them wet Or, as the snail, whose tender horns being hit, again.

Shrinks backward in his shelly cave with pain, Variable passions throng her constant woe,

And there, all smother'd up in shade doth sit, As striving who should best become her grief; so, at his bloody view, her eyes are fed

Long after fearing to creep forth again; All entertain'd, each passion labours so, That every present sorrow seemeth chief,

Into the deep dark cabins of her head : But none is best; then join they all together, Where they resign their office and their light Like many clouds consulting for foul weather. To the disposing of her troubled brain; By this, far off she hears some huntsman holla, Who bids them still consort with ngly night, A nurse's song ne'er pleas'd her babe so well,

And never wound the heart with looks again; The dire imagination she did follow

Who, like a king perplexed in his throne, This sound of hope doth labour to expel;

By their suggestion gives a deadly groan, For now reviving joy bids her rejoice, Whereat each tributary subject quakes; And flatters her, it is Adonis' voice.

As when the wind, imprison'd in the ground, Whereat her tears began to turn their tide, Struggling for passage, earth's foundation Being prison'd in her eye, like pearls in glass;

shakes,

[confound : Yet sometimes falls an orient drop beside,

Which with cold terror doth men's minds Which her cheek melts, as scorning it should This mutiny each part doth so surprise, {eyes; pass

That, from their dark beds, once more leap her To wash the foul face of the sluttish ground, And, being open'd, threw unwilling light Who is but drunken,when she seemeth drown'd. Upon the wide wound that the boar had O hard-believing love, how strange it seems

trench'd Not to believe, and yet too credulous! In his soft flank: whose wonted lily white Thy weal and woe are both of them extremes; With purple tears, that his wound wept, was Despair and hope make thee ridiculous:

drench'd : The one doth flatter thee in thoughts unlikely, No flower was nigh, no grass, herb, leaf, or weed, In likely thoughts the other kills thee quickly. But stole his blood,and seer'd with him to bleed. Now sbe unweaves the web that she hath This solemn sympathy poor Venus noteth; wrought;

Over one shoulder doth she hang her head; Adonis lives, and death is not to blame; Dumbly she passions, frantickly she doteth ; It was not she that call'd him all to nought; She thinks he could not die, he is not dead :

Now she adds honours to his hateful name; Her voice is stopp'd, her joints forget to bow; She clepes him king of graves, and grave for Her eyes are mad, that they have wept till now, kings;

Cpon his hurt she looks so steadfastly, Imperious supreme of all mortal things.

That her sight dazzling makes the wound No, no, quoth she, sweet death, I did but jest; seem three; Yet pardon me, I felt a kind of fear,

And then she reprehends her mangling eye, When as I met the boar, that bloody beast, That makes more gashes where no breach Which knows no pity, but is still severe;

should be ; Then, gentle shadow, (truth I must confesse) Ilis face seems twain, each several limb is I rail'd on thee, fearing my love's decease.

donbled;

(troubled. "Tis not my fault: the boar provok'd my tongue; For oft the eye mistakes, the brain being

Be wreak'd on him, invisible commander; My tongue cannot express my grief for one, 'Tis he, foul creature, that hath done thee wrong; And yet, qnoth she, behold two Adons dead!

I did but act, he's author of thy slander: My sighs are blown away, my salt tears gone, Grief hath two tongues, and never woman yet Mine eyes are turn’d to fire, my heart to lead : Could rule them both, without ten women's wit. Heavy heart's lead, melt at mine eyes' red fire! Thus hoping that Adonis is alive,

So shall I die by drops of hot desire. Her rash suspect she doth extenuate; Alas, poor world, what treasure hast thou lost! And that his beauty may the better thrive, What face remains alive that's worth the With death she humbly doth insinuate :

viewing?

[boast Tells him of trophie3, statues, tombs, and stories, Whose tonyne is music now? what canst thou His victories, his triumphs, and his glories. Of things long since, or any thing ensuing ? 0 Jove, quoth she, how much a fool was I, The flowers are sweet, their colours fresh and To be of such a weak and silly mind,

trim, To wail his death, who lives, and must not die, But true-sweet beauty liv'd and died with him.

Till mutual overthrow of mortal kind! Bonnet nor veil henceforth no creature wear! For he, being dead, with him is beauty slain, Nor sun nor wind will ever strive to kiss you: And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. Having no fear to lose, you need not fear; Fie, fie, fond love, thou art so full of fear, The sun doth scorn you, and the wind doth

As one with treasure laden, hemm'd with Trifles, unwitnessed with eye or ear, [thieves: But when Adonis liv'd, sun and sharp air Thycoward heartwith false bethinking grieves. Lurk'd like two thieves, to rob him of his fair;

hiss you:

And therefore wonid he put his bonnet on, The bottom poison, and the top d'er-strawd

Under whose brim the gaudy sun would peep, With sweets, that shall the truest sight beThe wind would blow it off, and, being gone,

guile : Play with his locks: then would Adonis weep, The strongest body shall it make most weak; And straight in pity of his tender years, Strike the wise dumb, and teach the fool to speak They both would strive who first would dry his It shall be sparing, and too full of riot, tears.

Teaching decrepit age to tread the measures; To see his face, the lion walk'd along The staring ruffian shall it keep in quiet, Behind some hedge, because he would not Pluck down the rich, enrich the poor with fear him;

treasures: To recreate himself when he hath sung, It shall be raging-mad, and silly-mild,

The tiger would be tame, and gently hear him; Make the young old, the old become a child. If he had spoke, the wolf would leave his prey, It shall susput, where is no cause of fear : And never fright the silly lamb that day.

It shall not fear, where it should most misWhen he be held his shadow in the brook,

trust; The fishes spread on it their golden gills; It shall be merciful, and too severe When he was by, the birus such pleasure took,

And most deceiving, when it seems most just; That some would sing, some other in their Perverse it shall be, where it shews most toward; bills

Put fear to valour, courage to the coward, Would bring him mulberries and ripe-red cherries ;

It shall be cause of war, and dire events, He fed them with his sight they him with

And set dissension 'twixt the son and sire; berries.

Subject and servile to all discontents,

As dry combustions matter is to fire ; But this foul, grim, and urchin snonted boar, Whose downward eye still looketh for a grave, They that love best, their loves shall not enjoy.

Sith in his prime death doth my love destroy, Ne'er saw the beauteous livery that he wore :

Witness the entertainment that he gave: By this the boy that by her side lay killa, If he did see his face, why then I know, Was melted like a va pour froin her sight, He thought to kiss him, and hath killd him so. And in his blood, that on the ground lay spill'd, Tis true, 'tis true; thus was Adenis slain :

A purple flower sprung up, chequer'd with He ran upon the boar with his sharp, spear, Resembling well his pale cheeks, and the blood

white, Who did not whet his teeth at him again, But by a kiss thought to persuade him there;

Which in round drops upon their whiteness

stood. And nuzzling in his fiank, the loving swine Sheath’d, unaware, the tusk in his soft groin. She bows her head, the new-sprung Aower to liad I been tooth'd like him, I must confess,

smell, With kissing him I should have kill'd him

Comparing it to her Adonis' breath ; first;

And says, within her bosom it shall dwell, But he is dead, and never did he bless

Since he himself is reft from her by death : My youth with his; the more am I accurst.

She crops the stalk, and in the breach appears With this she falleth in the place she stood,

Green dropping sap, which she compares to

tears. And stains her face with his congealed blood. She looks upon his lips, and they are pale; Poor flower,quoth she,this was thyfather'sgnise,

She takes bim by the hand, and that is cold; (Sweet issue of a more sweet-smelling sire, She whispers in his ears a heavy tale, For every little grief to wet his eyes:

As if they heard the woeful words she told. To grow unto himself was his desire, She lifts the cofforiids that close his eyes, And so 'tis thine ; but know, it is as good Where, lo! two lamps, burnt out, in darkness To wither in my breast, as in his blood. lies.

Here was thy father's bed, here in my breast; Two glasses, where herself herself beheld Thou art the next of blood, and 'tis thy right:

A thousand times, and now no more reflect; Lo! in this hollow cradle take thy rest,
Their virtue lost, wherein they late excell'd, My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and
And every beauty robb'd of his effect:

night. Wonder of time, qnoth she, this is my spite, There shall not be one minute in an hour, That, you being dead, the day should yet be wherein I will not kiss my sweet love's flower, light.

Thus weary of the world away she hies, Since thou art dead, lo! here I prophesy, And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift Sorrow on love hereafter shall attend :

aid, It shall be waited on with jealousy,

Their mistress mounted through the empty Find sweet begin bint unsavoury end;

skies Ne'er settled equally, but high or low;

In her light chariot quickly is convey'd ; That all love's pleasure shall not match his woe. Holding their course to Paphos, where their It shall be tickle, false, and full of fraud;

queen Bud and be blasted in a breathing-while; Means to immure herself and not be seen.

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The Epistle.

The Argameut.

vished her, and early in the morning speedeth away. Lncrece, in this lamentable plight, hastily despatcheth messengers, me to Rome for her

father, another to the camp for Collatine. They TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY W BIOTTI came, the one accompanied with Junius Brutus, ESLEY,

the other with Publius Valerius ; and finding

Lucrece attired in mourning habit, demanded the Earl of Southampton, and Baron of Tichfield.

cause of her sorrow. She, first taking an onth of The love I dedicate to your lordship is with them for her revenge, revealed the actor, and whois out end; whereof this pamphlet, without begin manner of his dealing, and withal suddenly stabires. ning, is but a superfluous moiety. The warrant

herself. Which done, with one consent, they ail I have of your honourable disposition, not the

vowed to root out the whole hated family of the worth of my untutored lines, makes it assured Tarquins; and bearing the dead body to Home, of acceptance. What I have done is yours; Brutus acquainted the people with the doer und what I have to do is yours; being part in all I manner of the vile deed, with a bitter invective have, devoted yours. Were my worth greater,

against the tyranny of the king; wherewith the my duty would show greater; mean time, as people were so moved, that with one amsent and a it is, it is bound to your lordship, to whom I general acclamation, the Tarquins were all exiled, wish long life, still lengthened with happiness.

and the state government changed from kings to Your lordship's in all duty,

consuls.
WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.

From the besieg'd Ardea all in post,
Borne by the trustless wings of false desire,
Lust-breathed Tarquin leaves the Roman host,

And to Collatium bears the lightiess fire, LUCIUS TARQUINIUS, (for his excessive pride sur. Which, in pale embers hid, lurks to aspire,

named Superbus) after he had caused his own And girdle with embracing flames the waist father-in-law, Servius Tullius, to be cruelly mur- of Collatiue's fair love, Lucrece the chaste. dered, and, contrary to the Roman laws and cussufrages, had possessed himself of the kingdom; When Collatine unwisely did not let toms, not requiring or staying for the people's Haply that name of chaste unhapp'ly set

This bateless edge on his keen appetite; went, accompanied with his sons, and other noblemen of Rome, to besiege Arden. During which To praise the clear unmatched red and white siege, the principal men of the army meeting one

Which triumph'd in that sky of his delight; evening at the tent of Sextus Tarquinius, the Where mortal stars, as bright as heaven's king's son, in their discourses after supper esery With pure aspects did him peculiar duties.

beauties, one commended the virtues of his own wife; among whom, Collatinus extolled the incomparable For he the night before, in Tarquin's tent, chastity of his wife Lucretiu. In that pleasant Unlock'd the treasure of his happy state: humour they all posted to Rome: and intending, What priceless wealth the heavens had him lent by their secret and sudden arival, to make trial of In the possession of his beauteous mate; that which every one had before avouched, only Reckoning his fortune at such high-proud rate, Collatinus finds his wife (though it were late in the That kings might be espoused to more fame, night) spinning amongst her maids; the other But king nor peer to such a peerless dame. ladies were all found dancing and revelling, or o happiness enjoy'd but of a few! in several disports. Whereupon the noblemen yielded Collatinus the victory, and his wife the And, if possess’d, as soon decay'd and done fame. At that time, Sextus Torquinius being in- As in the morning's silver-melting dew famed with Lucrece' beauty, yet smothering his Against the golden splendour of the sun! passions for the present, departed with the rest An expir'd date, cancell'd ere well

begun : back to the camp, from whence he shortly after Are weakly fortress’d from a world of harms. privily withdrew himself, and was (according to his state) royally entertained and lodged by Lu- Beauty itself doth of itself persuade crece at Collatium. The same night, he treache- The eyes of men without an orator; rously stealeth into her chamber, violently ra- What needeth then apology be made,

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