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She conjures him by high almighty Jove,
By knighthood, gentry, and sweet friendship's oath,
By her untimely tears, her husband's love,
By holy human law, and common troth,
By heaven and earth, and all the power of both,
T'hat to his borrow'd bed he make retire,

And stoop to honour, 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,
Mar not the thing that cannot be amended,
End thy ill aim before thy shoot be ended.

He is no woodman, that doth bend his bow,
To strike a poor unseasonable doe.

My husband is thy friend, for his sake spare me ;
Thyself art mighty, for thy own sake leave me ;
Myself a weakling, 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 moans,

Be moved with my tears, my sighs, my groans.
All which together, like a troubled ocean,
Beat at thy rocky and wreck-threatening heart,
To soften it with their continual motion,
For stones dissolv'd to water do convert.
O! if no harder than a stone thou art,

Melt at my tears, and be compassionate ?

Soft pity enters at an iron gate.
In Tarquin's likeness I did entertain thee,
Hast thou put on his shape to do him shame?
To all the host of heaven I complain me,
'Thou wrong'st his honour, wound'st his princely name,
Thou art not what thou seem'st, and if the same,

Thou seem'st not what thou art, a god, a king,

For kings, like gods, should govern every thing.
How will thy shame be seeded in thine age,
When thus thy vices bud before thy spring ?
If in thy hope thou dar’st to do such outrage,
What dar'st thou not, when once thou art a kingi

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O! be remember'd no outrageous thing

From vassal actors can be wip'd away,

Then kings' misdeeds cannot be hid in clay,
This deed shall make thee only lov'd for fear,
But happy monarchs still are fear'd for love :
With foul offenders thou perforce must bear,
When they in thee the like offences prove :
If but for fear of this, thy will remove,

For princes are the glass, the school, the book,
Where subjects' eyes do learn, do read, do look:

And wilt thou be the school where lust shall learn ::
Must he in thee read lectures of such shame?
Wilt thou be glass, wherein it shall discern
Authority for sin, warrant for blame?
To privilege dishonour in thy name,
Thou back'st reproach against long-living laud,

And mak'st fair reputation but a bawd.
Hast thou commanded ? By him that gave it thee,
From a pure heart command thy rebel will :
Draw not thy sword to guard iniquity,
For it was lent thee all that brood to kill.
Thy princely office how canst thou fulfil,
When pattern'd by thy fault, foul sin may say,
He learn’d to sin, and thou didst teach the


Think but how vile a spectacle it were,
To view thy present trespass in another ;
Men's faults do seldom to themselves appear,
Their own transgressions partially they smother ;
This guilt would seem death-worthy in thy brother.

O ! how are they wrapt in with infamies,

That from their own misdeeds askance their eyes!
To thee, to thee, my heav'd-up hands appeal,
Not to seducing lust’s outrageous fire ;
I sue for exil'd majesty's repeal,
Let him return and flattering thoughts retire.
His true respect will prison false desire,

And wipe the dim mist from thy doating eyne,
That thou shalt see thy state and pity mine.


VOL. 1X.

Have done, quoth he, my uncontroled tide
Turns not, but swells the higher by this let ;
Small lights are soon blown out, huge fires abide,
And with the wind in greater fury fret :
The petty streams that pay a daily debt

To their salt sovereign with their fresh false haste,
Add to his flow, but alter not the taste.

Thou art (quoth she) a sea, a sovereign king,
And lo! there falls into thy boundless flood
Black lust, dishonour, shame, misgoverning,
Who seek to stain the ocean of thy blood.
If all these petty ills should change thy good,

Thy sea within a puddle womb is burst,
And not the puddle in thy sea dispers'd.

So shall these slaves be king, and thou their slave ;
Thou nobly base, they basely dignified ;
Thou their fair life, and they thy fouler grave;
Thou loathed in thy shame, they in thy pride :
The lesser thing should not the greater hide.

The cedar stoops not to the base shrub's foot,
But low shrubs wither at the cedar's root.

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
Unto the base bed of some rascal groom,
To be thy partner in this shameful doom.

This said, he sets his foot upon the light,
For light and lust are deadly enemies ;
Shame folded up in blind concealing night,
When most unseen, then most doth tyrannize.
The wolf has seiz'd his prey, the poor lamb cries,

Till with her own white fleece her voice control'd,

Intombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold. For with the nightly linen, that she wears, He pens her piteous clamours ip her head, Cooling his hot face in the chastest tears That ever modest eyes with sorrow sheda

O' that foul lust should stain so pure a bed !

The spots whereof, could weeping purify,

Her tears should drop on them perpetually.
But she hath lost a dearer thing than life,
And he hath won what he would lose again ;
This forced league doth force a further strife,
This momentary joy breeds months of pain,
This hot desire converts to cold disdain.

Pure chastity is rifled of her store,
And lust, the thief, far poorer than before.

Look as the full-fed hound or gorged hawk,
Unapt for tender smell, or speedy flight,
Make slow pursuit, or altogether baulk
The prey wherein by nature they delight :
So surfeit-taking Tarquin fears this night;

H taste delicious, in digestion souring,
Devours his will, that liv'd by foul devouring,

O! deeper sin than bottomless deceit
Can comprehend in still imagination !
Drunken desire musť vomit his receipt,
Ere he can see his own abomination.
While lust is in his príde, no exclamation

Can curb his heat, or rein his rash desire,
Till, like a jade, self-will himself doth tire.

And then with lank and lean discolour'd cheek,
With heavy eye, knit brow, and strengthless pace,
Feeble desire all recreant, poor and meek,
Like to a bankrupt beggar wails his case :
The flesh being proud, desire doth fight with grace.

For there it revels, and when that decays,
The guilty rebel for remission prays.

So fares it with this fault-full lord of Rome,
Who this accomplishment so hotly chasd :
For now against himself he sounds his doom,
That thro' the length of time he stands disgrac'd :
Besides, his soul's fair temple is defac'd ;

To whose weak ruins muster troops of cares,
To ask the spotted princess how she fares.

She says, her subjects with foul insurrection
Have batter'd down her consecrated wall,
And by their mortal fault brought in subjection
Her immortality, and made her thrall
To living death, and pain perpetual :

Which in her prescience she controled still,
But her foresight could not forestal their will.

E'en in this thought through the dark night he stealeth,
A captive victor, that hath lost in gain :
Bearing away the wound, that nothing healeth,
The scar that will, despite of cure, remain :
Leaving his spoil perplex'd in greater pain.

She bears the load of lust he left behind,

And he the burden of a guilty mind.
He like a thievish dog creeps sadly thence,
She like a weary'd lamb lies panting there :
He scolds and hates himself for his offence,
She desperate, with her nails her flesh doth tear ;
'He faintly flies, sweating with guilty fear :

She stays exclaiming on the direful night,
He runs and chides his vanish’d, loath'd, delight.

He thence departs a heavy convertite ;
She there remains a hopeless cast-away :
He in his speed looks for the morning-light ;
She prays she never may behold the day:
For day (quoth she) night-scapes doth open lay ;

And my true eyes have never practis'd how
To cloak offences with a cunning brow.

They think not but that every eye can see
The same disgrace which they themselves behold;
And therefore would they still in darkness lie,
To have their unseen sin remain untold.
For they their guilt with weeping will unfold,

And grave, like water that doth eat in steel,

Upon their cheeks what helpless shame they feel.
Here she exclaims against repose and rest,
And bids her eyes hereafter still be blind :
She wakes her heart by beating on her breast,
And bids it leap from thence, where it may find

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