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And I am Tullia what of that? What Diapasons more in Tarquin's name Then in a Subjects? or what's Tullia More in the found, then to become the name Of a poor Maid or waiting Gentlewoman? I am a princess both by birth and thoughts, Yet al's but Tullia, theres no resonance In a bore style: my title bears no breadth, Nor hath it any state, o me, i'm sick! Sick at heart. To be a Queen I long, long and am sick With ardence, my hight appetite's afire, Till my swollen fervor be delivered Of that great Title Queen, my heart's all royal, Not to be circumscribed in Servile bounds, While there's a King that rules the P res of Room. Tarquin makes legs and Tullia courtesies low, Bows at each nod, and must not near the state Without obey sance, o! I hate this awe, my proud heart can not brook it. I am no wife of Tarquini if not King: O had God made me man, I would have mounted Above the base tribunals of the earth, Up to the clouds, for pompous sovereignty, Thou art a man, o bear my royal mind, Mount heaven and see if TO llia lag behind, There is no earth in me, I am all fire, Were Ta quin so, then should we both aspire. That makes for us: the people covet change, Even the best things in time grow tedious. A kingdoms quest, makes Sons and Father's foes. Lets laue our brows that n in that crimson flood, We must be bold and dreadless, who aspires, Mounts by the lives of Father's, Sons, and Sire's. Now is my Tarquin, worthy Tullia's grace Since in my arms, I thus a King embrace. Attend? Brutus, you trouble us. Driven the frantic hence. Fit still. Words worth and Empire. Dares? Dotard, and not my father. Submit thou to thy Queen. We have our longing. My father's death gives me a second life, Match better the ̄ the first, my birth was seruitud But this new breath of reign is large and free, Welcome my second life of Sovereignty. Tear off the crown, that yet empales the Temples Of our usurping Father: quickly Lords, And in the face of his yet bleeding wounds, Lets us receive our honours. Here then by heavens hand we invest our selves: Music, whose loftiest tunes grace Princes crowned, Unto our Noble coronation found. No matter, let his mangled body lie, and with his base confederates strew the streets, That in disgrace, of his usurped pride, We over his trunk may in our Chariot ride: For mounted Like a Queen, twould do me good To wash my Coach-nails in my father's blood. No matter. Kings are as Gods, and divine sceptres bear, The Gods command for mortal tribute fear. But royal Lord, we that despise their love, Must seek some means how to maintain this awe Our sons returned. From our love, how happy are we in our issue now, When as our sons! even with their bloods continued ̄ tend, To exceed in duty we accept your zeal, This your superlative degree of kindness So much prevails with us, that to the king We engage our own deer love betwixt his incensement, And your presumption, you are pardoned both. And Sextus though you failed in your first proffer, We do not yet esteem you least in love, ascend & touch our lips Then to thy knee we will descend thus low, hate born from love. Brutus no more, lest with our surpassed eyes of wrath & fury We look into the humour; were not madness And folly to thy words a privilege Even in thy last reproof of our proceedings Thou hadst pronounce thy death. This is done Like a kind brother and a natural son. Aruns associate him. The Like Porsenna may command of Room. Had I the heart to tread upon the bulk Of my dead father, and to see him slaughtered, Only for love of Tarquin and a crown, And shall I fear death more then lose of both? No this is Tullia's fame, rather then fly From Tarquin, amongst a thousand swords sheel die. Yield me cuckold no mercy, I scorn let me the danger know. Fear not, I'll back thee husband. And I'll sweet Tarquin to my power guard thine, Come on you slaves and make this earth divine. What block is that we tread on? Further yet. The kingdom you have God by policy You must maintain by pride. Those that were late of the Kings faction Cut off for fear they prove rebellious. Since you gain nothing by the popular love, Maintain by fear your princedom. We are secure, then yet our greatest strength Isin our children: how dare treason look? Us in the face, having issue, barren princes Breed danger in their singularity Having none to succeed, their claim die with them: But when in topping on three TO rquins more, Like Hydra's heads grow to revenge his death, It terrifies black treason. W Ithdraw, we must have private confe rence With our deer husband. Be what I am not, make thee greater far Then thou canstay me to be. He's come already.
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…