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How is he relished can his eyes forbear, In this strange state to shed a passionate tear, Can he forbear to laugh with Scaevola, At that which passionate weeping cannot mend. Morrow my Lord, The host is now upon his march, You from this place may see, The pride of all the Roman chivalry. Be he great as Tarquin Throne in and imperial seat What's the matter girl? May it please thee Noble Tarquin to attend The King this day within the high Capitol? Brutus forbear the presence. The King? Servius is King. 'Tis the body Of your deceased Father Madam, Queen Your shoe is crimsend with his vital blood. No matter where if from ̄ the court, I'll home to Collatin , And to my daughter Lucr ce; home breeds safety, Dangers begotten in Court, a life retierd Must please me now perforce: then noble Sce la, And you my deer Horatius, farewell both, Where industry is scorned lets welcome sloth. To hear him sing draws rivers from his eyes. I'll in to weep. The tyrannies of the Court, & the assalage of the City. Lucrece? O twa's a foul deed Sextus, Come you're mad. Lets bring them to their fate, And let them perish in the peoples hate. Old as I am isle do't. I did my Lord. Why asks my Lord? 'Tis pity one so generously derived Should be deprived: his best enduements thus, And want the true directions of the soul. Here's a good Child. Hast small speed, I had and earnest suit unto the King, About some business that concerns the weal Of Room and us, twi' not be listened to, He has took evppon him such ambiticus state, That he abandons conference with his Piers, Or if he chance to hear our tongues so much, As but to hear their summons he despises, The intent of all our speeches, our advises, And counsel: thinking his own judgement only, To be approved in matters military, And in affairs domestic we are but shouts, And fellows of no parts, viols unstrung, Our notes to harsh to strike in princes ears, Great Jove amend it, Valerius I shall quickly change thy cheer, And make thy passionate eyes lament with mine, Think how that worthy Prince our kinsman King Was butchered in the marble capital. Shall Servius Tullius unregarded die Alone of thee, whom all the Roman Ladies, Even yet with tear-swollen eyes, and sorrowful souls Compassionate, as well he merited; To these lamenting dams what canst thou sing? Whose grief through all the Roman Temples ring. Then noble consul lead our main battle on. Not great Tarquin, before the King assume his regal throne Whose coming we attend. O would my tears would rid great Room of these pro digious fears. The less thy honour. Weep. Your Tyrannies, Cease Sextus then. I have a Daughter, but I hope of mettle, Subject to better temperature: should my Lucrece, Be of this pride, thief hands should sacrifice Her blood unto the Gods that dwell below, Theabortiue brat should not out live my spleen, But Lucrece is my Daughter, this my Queen.
Plot summary
Plot — The Rape of Lucrece
Tired of being a subject, Tullia encourages her husband Tarquin to seize power from her father, King Servius, and make her Queen of Rome. Having gathered the support of a faction of peers, Tarquin takes the throne at the Senate. When Servius challenges this, a fight breaks out in which he is killed. Tullia treads his dead body underfoot, then drives over it in her chariot. She encourages Tarquin to rule by fear: he cancels Servius’ funeral, seizes his political opponents’ property, exiles people without trial, and sets about extending Rome’s power in Italy, both by alliances and force of arms. Servius’ former allies submit to the new regime, but cope with it in different ways: Brutus feigns idiocy, Scaevola laughs, Lucretius cries, Horatius adopts a habit of bitter speech, and Valerius sings incessantly. Tarquin has an ominous dream and sends his sons to the oracle to have it interpreted; they take Brutus along to entertain them. The oracle says that Rome must be purged of Tullia’s sins, and that, of the three Romans present, the first to kiss his mother will achieve power in Rome. Brutus kisses the earth, but the two brothers race home to kiss Tullia. Aruns gets there first, and Sextus swears enmity against him and flees to the Sabines, who make him their general. He leads them against Tarquin and wins twice, but is later reconciled with his father and brother. The Tarquins welcome Porsenna to Rome as an ally in the project of establishing military rule over the neighbouring Italian states. Sextus is put in charge of the Roman army, and lays siege to Ardea. Carousing in their tent, the Roman commanders compare the chastity of one another’s wives. Sextus derides them, so they agree on a bet: they will go home and catch their wives unawares; whoever’s wife is found to be most properly employed will be the winner. Collatine’s wife, Lucrece, is the only one who fulfils the conditions. Since the bet was also about the wives’ beauty, they refer the decision to Sextus, and he chooses Lucrece. But though Collatine has won the wager, it has been at the price of inflaming Sextus’ lust. On the way back to the siege, Sextus excuses himself and returns to Rome. Collatine gives him a ring to deliver to Lucrece; Sextus uses it to gain admittance to the house, and, after the household retires for the night, he creeps into Lucrece’s bedroom and rapes her. The dissident Roman lords return to Collatine’s house to find the raped Lucrece. She makes them swear vengeance, then…