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We are proud of your alliance, and Room is ours, And we are Rome's, this our religious league, Shall be carved firm in characters of brass, And live for ever to succeeding times. Brutus therein thou dost forget thy self, And wrongest the glory of thine Ances ors, staining thy blood with Treason. A chargethen. He's leapt off from the bridge and drowned himself. Then we must find another time fair prince, To scourge these people, and revenge your wrongs. For this night isle betake me to my tent Our secretary. Command lights and torches in our tents. And let a Guard ingirt our safety round, Whilst we debate, of military business: come fit and lets consult. Villain what hast thou done? What king? Porsenna lives to see thee tortured, With plagues more diuillish then the plague of hell. What will the madman do Stay Roman, we admire thy constancy, And scorn of fortune, go return to Room, We give thee life, and say the King Porsenna, Whose life thou seek st is this honourable, Pass freely, guard him to the walls of Room, And were we not so much engage to Tarquin, We would not lift a hand against that nation that breeds such noble spirits. Conduct him safely, what 300 Gallants Sworn to our death, and all resolved Like him! We must be provident, to morrows fortune Weel prove for Tarquin, if they fail our Hope's, Peace shall be made with Room, but first our secretary, Shall have his endue rights of funeral, then our shield We must address next sor to morrows field. It bravely fought, I saw the King your father free his person from thousand Roman that begirt his state, where fly king arrows thick as atoms hung about his ears. The king, seeing the slain. Thus armed and battled offers peace to Room. To confirm which, we'll give you present hostage If you deny, we'll stand upon our guard, And by the force of arms, maintain our own 'Tis and object, to please Porsenna's Eye. Soft March. This sight's more pleasing to Porsenna's , Then all our rich Attalia pompous feasts, Or sumptuous Revels, we are born a soldier: And in our manage sucked the milk of war. Should any strange fate lower upon this army, Or that the merciless gulf of confusion Should swallow them, we at our proper charge, And from our native confines vow supply Of men and Arms to make these numbers full. But we have in your fresh varieties Feasted too much, and kept our self too long From our stone seat, our prosperous return Hath been expected by our Lords and Peers. It hath been beyond both expectation And merit, but in sighed of heaven I swear If ever royal Tarquin shall demand Use of our love, 'tis ready stored for you, Even in our Kingly breast. One man to face and host, Charge soldiers, of full forty thousand Roman, Theres but one daring hand against your host, To keep you from the sack or spoil of Room, charge, charge. Yet grow our lofty plumes vnflagd with blood, And yet sweet pleasure wantons in the air, how goes the battle Aruns? I for thee.
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…