The rape of lucrece. The Rape of Lucrece. Craig, W.J., ed. 1914. The Oxford Shakespeare 2019-01-18

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the rape of lucrece

Only lustful and murderous minds were awake, ready to rape and kill. Whether it was her herself reflecting the moonlight, or his sense of shame that dazzled him, his eyes were blind and he kept them closed. In certain cases, the identity of the father was unknown. Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears, Like to a new-killed bird she trembling lies; She dares not look; yet, winking, there appears Quick-shifting antics, ugly in her eyes. For much imaginary work was there; Conceit deceitful, so compact, so kind, That for Achilles' image stood his spear, 1475 Griped in an armed hand; himself, behind, Was left unseen, save to the eye of mind: A hand, a foot, a face, a leg, a head, Stood for the whole to be imagined.


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The Rape of Lucrece

the rape of lucrece

When wilt thou sort an hour great strifes to end? And we can pray for forgiveness for any sin. Finally, after a night of youthful games, they returned to the camp. They came, the one accompanied with Junius Brutus, the other with Publius Valerius; and finding Lucrece attired in mourning habit, demanded the cause of her sorrow. ’— ‘Madam, ere I was up,’ replied the maid, ‘The more to blame my sluggard negligence: Yet with the fault I thus far can dispense; Myself was stirring ere the break of day, And, ere I rose, was Tarquin gone away. Bid him with speed prepare to carry it; The cause craves haste and it will soon be writ. Decidieron comprobar la veracidad y descubren a Lucrecia hilando en su casa mientras que a las esposas de los demás romanos, las encuentran danzando y festejando. ‘This brief abridgment of my will I make: My soul and body to the skies and ground; My resolution, husband, do thou take; Mine honour be the knife’s that makes my wound; My shame be his that did my fame confound; And all my fame that lives disbursed be To those that live, and think no shame of me.

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The Rape of Lucrece Poem Translation

the rape of lucrece

There will be thorns and stings to overcome, his reason has told him. Showing life's triumph in the map of death, And death's dim look in life's mortality: Each in her sleep themselves so beautify, As if between them twain there were no strife, But that life lived in death, and death in life. At last she sees a wretched image bound, That piteous looks to Phrygian shepherds lent: His face, though full of cares, yet show'd content; Onward to Troy with the blunt swains he goes, So mild, that Patience seem'd to scorn his woes. Her eyes, begging for pity, were fixed sadly on his remorseless, wrinkled face. Now thinks he that her husband’s shallow tongue— The niggard prodigal that prais’d her so— In that high task hath done her beauty wrong, Which far exceeds his barren skill to show: Therefore that praise which Collatine doth owe Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise, In silent wonder of still-gazing eyes. So I commend me from our house in grief: My woes are tedious, though my words are brief.

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the rape of lucrece

Few records of Shakespeare's private life survive, and there has been considerable speculation about such matters as his sexuality, religious beliefs, and whether the works attributed to him were written by others. She sighed as she spoke, which increased the overall effect of her eloquence. ‘Shameful it is; ay, if the fact be known: Hateful it is; there is no hate in loving: I ’ll beg her love; but she is not her own: The worst is but denial and reproving: My will is strong, past reason’s weak removing. Or sells eternity to get a toy? So she argued with everything that she saw. Why should so many die for one man's sin? ’ By this, starts Collatine as from a dream, And bids Lucretius give his sorrow place; And then in key-cold Lucrece’ bleeding stream He falls, and bathes the pale fear in his face, And counterfeits to die with her a space; Till manly shame bids him possess his breath And live to be revenged on her death. Far from the purpose of his coming hither, He makes excuses for his being there: 165 No cloudy show of stormy blustering weather Doth yet in his fair welkin once appear; Till sable Night, mother of Dread and Fear, Upon the world dim darkness doth display, And in her vaulty prison stows the Day. When wilt thou sort an hour great strifes to end? Pathetic inaction and deep morals? In fact, the tears are the gateway to destruction.

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The Rape of Lucretia (TV Movie 1987)

the rape of lucrece

Shakespeare's writing average was 1. She committed suicide and her body was paraded around the Roman Forum. But everybody notices the majestic eagle. This 1987 production I cannot recommend highly enough. Thou wast not to this end from me derived.

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The Rape of Lucrece :

the rape of lucrece

Thy heat of lust, fond Paris, did incur This load of wrath that burning Troy doth bear. Figure out some kind of extreme obstacle so that he, too, will wish he could go back and change the crimes he committed tonight. Lucretia A few days later, Sextus returned to the house of Collatinus. ‘My husband is thy friend, for his sake spare me; Thyself art mighty, for thine own sake leave me; Myself a weakling, do not, then, ensnare me; Thou look’dst not like deceit, do not deceive me. That's what I called her. So that in venturing ill we leave to be The things we are for that which we expect; 200 And this ambitious foul infirmity, In having much, torments us with defect Of that we have: so then we do neglect The thing we have; and, all for want of wit, Make something nothing by augmenting it. Reproach is stamp’d in Collatinus’ face, And Tarquin’s eye may read the mot afar, How he in peace is wounded, not in war.

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Lucrece

the rape of lucrece

He gets them free, but you take delight in what he says. Instead, you'll know up front that I was raped here in your house, not bought with money like a common prostitute. There pleading might you see grave Nestor stand, As 'twere encouraging the Greeks to fight; Making such sober action with his hand, That it beguiled attention, charm'd the sight: 1455 In speech, it seem'd, his beard, all silver white, Wagg'd up and down, and from his lips did fly Thin winding breath, which purl'd up to the sky. That said, he turned the doorknob with a guilty hand, and used his knee to pull the door open wide. Conceit and grief an eager combat fight; What wit sets down is blotted straight with will; This is too curious-good, this blunt and ill: Much like a press of people at a door, Throng her inventions, which shall go before. Meanwhile she, like a perfect saint, or like a white deer in a vulture's claws, begged him.

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From The Rape Of Lucrece Poem by William Shakespeare

the rape of lucrece

She lay there, panting, like a tired lamb. What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours. Dim register and notary of shame! When he'd think good thoughts, he'd only encourage his bad thoughts to work harder to get the advantage. With more than admiration he admired Her azure veins, her alabaster skin, 470 Her coral lips, her snow-white dimpled chin. O, be remember'd, no outrageous thing From vassal actors can be wiped away; Then kings' misdeeds cannot be hid in clay. A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.

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The Rape of Lucrece by William Shakespeare

the rape of lucrece

The warrant I have of your honourable disposition, not the worth of my untutored lines, makes it assured of acceptance. ‘Poor hand, why quiver’st thou at this decree? And then with lank and lean discolour’d cheek, With heavy eye, knit brow, and strengthless pace, Feeble Desire, all recreant, poor, and meek, Like to a bankrupt beggar wails his case: The flesh being proud, Desire doth fight with Grace, For there it revels; and when that decays, The guilty rebel for remission prays. When wilt thou sort an hour great strifes to end? Wilt thou be glass wherein it shall discern 670 Authority for sin, warrant for blame, To privilege dishonour in thy name? For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? ‘The crow may bathe his coal-black wings in mire, And unperceiv’d fly with the filth away; But if the like the snow-white swan desire, The stain upon his silver down will stay. Which done, with one consent they all vowed to root out the whole hated family of the Tarquins; and bearing the dead body to Rome, Brutus acquainted the people with the doer and manner of the vile deed, with a bitter invective against the tyranny of the king: wherewith the people were so moved, that with one consent and a general acclamation the Tarquins were all exiled, and the state government changed from kings to consuls. Though he'd gotten what he wanted, he'd lost something, too. The wolf hath seized his prey, the poor lamb cries; Till with her own white fleece her voice controll'd Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold: 730 For with the nightly linen that she wears He pens her piteous clamours in her head; Cooling his hot face in the chastest tears That ever modest eyes with sorrow shed.

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Venus & Adonis, The Rape of Lucrece (unabridged)

the rape of lucrece

It is like a woeful hoste ss who cannot stand merry guests. But long she thinks till he return again, And yet the duteous vassal scarce is gone. Defenseless, Lucrece lay underneath his menacing sword, listening to what he said, trembling with fear like a bird that hears a falcon coming. Collatine's bragging about Lucrece's perfection was probably what enticed Tarquin, the son of a king. Is it revenge to give thyself a blow For his foul act by whom thy fair wife bleeds? So listen to me, you offensive, untrustworthy Time! But now the mindful messenger, come back, Brings home his lord and other company; Who finds his Lucrece clad in mourning black; And round about her tear-distained eye Blue circles streamÂ’d, like rainbows in the sky: These water-galls in her dim element Foretell new storms to those already spent.

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