This found of hope doth labour to expell: For now reviving Joy bids her rejoice, And flatters her it is Adonis' voice. Whereat her tears began to turn their tide, O hard-believing Love! how ftrange it seems The one doth flatter thee, in thoughts unlikely. With likely thoughts, the other kills thee quickly. Now fhe unweaves the web that fhe had wrought, As faulcon to the lure, away fhe flics: Like stars afham'd of day, themselves withdren. Or as the fnail, whose tender horns being hit, So at his bloody view her eyes are fled, Where they refign'd their office and their light Whereat each tributary fubject quakes, She 'cleeps him King of Graves, and Grave for Struggling for paffage, Earth's foundation Kings, Tells him of trophies, ftatues, tombs, and ftories, His victories, his triumphs, and his glories. O Jove! quoth fhe, how much a fool was I, For he being dead, with him is Beauty flain, Fye! fye fond Love, thou art fo full of fear, Which with cold terrors doth men's mind found, This mutiny each part doth fo furprize, That from their dark beds once more leap i To recreate himself when he hath fung, When he beheld his fhadow in a brook, He fed them with his fight, they him with berries. But this foul, grim, and urchin-snouted boar, fo. Tis true, 'tis true, thus was Adonis flain, Had I been tooth'd like him, I must confefs, Two glaffes where her felf her felf beheld Wonder of time! (quoth fhe) this is my fpight. That, you being dead, the day shou'd yet be light. Since thou art dead, lo! here I prophefy, She bows her head the new-fprung flower to fmell | Here was thy fathers's bed, here is my breast, Comparing it to her Adonis' breath: And fays, within her bofom it fhall dwell, She crops the stalk, and in the breach appears tears. Poor Flower! (quoth fhe) this was thy father's guife, (Sweet iffue of a more sweet-smelling fire) And fo 'tis thine; but know it is as good Thou art the next of blood, and 'tis thy right; er. Thus weary of the world, away she hies, Holding their courfe to Paphos, where ther Means to immure herself, and not be seen. THE RAPE OF To the Right Honourable HENRY WRIOTHESLY, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON TICHFIELD. RIGHT HONOURABLE, THE love I dedicate to your Lordship, is without end: whereof this pamphlet, without beginning, is but a fuperfluous moity. The warrant I have of your honourable disposition, not the worth of my untutor'd lines, makes it affur'd of acceptance. What I have done is yours, what I have to do is yours, being part in all I have devoted yours. Were my worth greater, my duty should shew greater: mean time as it is, it is bound to your Lordship: To whom I wish long life, ftill lengthen'd with all happiness. Your Lordhip's in all duty, VOL. II, Rr W. SHAKSPEARE, THE RAPE OF LUCRECE. The Argument. LUCIUS TARQUINIUS (for his exceffive pride, furnam'd Superbus) after he had caused his own fathers in-law, Servius Tullius to be cruelly murdered, and contrary to the Roman laws and customs, ret requiring or ftaying for the people's fuffrages, had poff, fed himself of the kingdom, went, accom panied with his fons, and other noblemen of Rome, to befiege Ardea. During which fiege, the principal men of the army, meeting one evening at the tent of Sextus Tarquinius, the King's kt in their difcourfes after fupper, every one commended the virtues of his own wife; among wit Collatinus extoli'd the incomparable chaftity of his wife Lucrece. In that pleasant humour th all posted to Rome; and intending, by their fecret and fudden arrival, to make trial of that whi every one had before a vouch'd, only Collatinus finds his wife (though it were late in the night fpinning amongst her maids, the other ladies were found all dancing and revelling, or in fever. difports. Whereupon the noblemen yielded Collatinus the victory, and his wife the fame. At the time, Sextus Tarquinius being inflam'd with Lucrece's beauty, yet fmothering his paffions for the prefent, departed with the rest back to the camp; from whence he shortly after privily withdrew himself, and was (according to his flate) royally entertained and lodged by Lucrece at Collation The fame night, he treacherously stealeth into her chamber, violently ravifhed her; and early. the morning speedeth away. Lucrece, in this lamentable plight, haftily dispatcheth mellerge one to Rome for her father, another to the camp for Collatine. They came, the one accompan with Junius Brutus, the other with Publius Valerius; and finding Lucrece attir'd in mourns; habit, demanded the cause of her forrow. She first taking an oath of thent for her revenge, te vealed the actor, and whole manner of his dealing, and withal suddenly flabb'd herself. WE done, with one confent, they all vowed to root out the whole hated family of the Tarquins: An bearing the dead body to Rome, Brutus acquainted the people with the doer, and manner of th vile deed; with a bitter invective against the tyranny of the King; wherewith the people we fo mov'd, that with one confent, and a general acclimation; the Tarquins were all exil'd, and the State-government changed from Kings to Confuls. FROM the befieg'd Arden all in poft, And girdle with embracing flames, the wafte Haply that name of chafte unhaply fet, |