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The time that should have been seriously spent in the State house, I would learned securely to spend in a wenching house, and now I prosesse my self any thing but a Statesman. Neither shall I give the subject. It shall, it shall, shall it Valerius? How grows this passion? Horatius, famous for defending Room. But we would done nought worthy . Nor of a Roman, I in this disguise Have passed the army & the puissant guard Of king Porsen a; this should be his tent And in good time, now fate direct my strength Against a king to free great Room at length. O too rash M tius, hast thou missed thy aim? And thou base hand that didst direct my poniard Against a peasants breast, behold thy error Thus I will punish, I will give thee freely Unto the fire, nor will I wear a limb, That with such shall offend his Lord. That may you hear, the skirmish is begun already betwixt the horse. Upon them then. I should be angry with him that should make question of her honour. Scaevola will be mounted with the first. Nothing does me good, but that if my wife were watching all theirs were wantoning, and if I halost, none can brag of their winnings. If I make not mine learn to live by the prick of her nee dle for this, I me no Roma . I am pleased with the censure of P. Sextus. Or me? Or I my Lord? Perhaps he's not well. She hath slain herself. Be it so. Her chased blood sul cries for vengeance to the Etheri all deities Porsenna. Porsenna so punish my hand thus, for not killing thee. Three hundred noble lads beside my self Have vowed to all the Gods that Patron Room, Thy ruin for supporting tyranny; And though I fai e, expect yet every hour, When some strange fate thy Fortune's will devour. Well I go, and for revenge take life even of my foe. I cannot say but that I have a good wife too, & I love her: but if she were in heaven, beshrew me if I would wish her so much hurt as to desire her continued ̄ pany upon ear h again yet upon ̄ my honour, though she be not very fair, she is exceeding honest. It pleases me, for since the Court is harsh, And looks as kaunce on soldiers, lets be merry, Court Ladies, sing, drink, dance, and every man Get him a mistress, coach it in the Country, And taste the sweets of it, what thinks Valerius, Of Sceuolous last council? Cocles why? What, shall I speak them for you? I'll laugh at time, till it will change our Fate. Curtefie strangely requited, this none but the son of Tarquin would ever have enterpris'de. Would, would, how long has my Valerius Put on his strain of mirth, or whats the cause? I have one hand yet left, of strength enough to kill a ra u sher. Laugh. Tarquin is proud. Tyrannous. Insufferable lofty. And shall I tell thee what I proph sie Or his succeeding rule? We are one heart, our thoughts & our desires are suitable. What hast with good Lucretius, And why may not mine be ra ̄ ckt with the most virtuous? To Room with h expedi jous wings weel'e fly. Brutus retire, for if thou enter Room, We are all lost, stand not on valour now, But save thy people, lets survive this day To try the Fortune's of another field.
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…