The rape of lucretia
In Ajax and Ulysses, O, what art Of physiognomy might one behold! When shall he think to find a stranger just, When he himself himself confounds, betrays To slanderous tongues and wretched hateful days?
If in the child the father's image lies, Where shall I live now Lucrece is unlived? When wilt thou sort an hour great strifes to end?
What should I say? But she hath lost a dearer thing than life, And he hath won what he would lose again: This forced league doth force a further strife; This momentary joy breeds months of pain; This hot desire converts to cold disdain: Pure Chastity is rifled of her store, And Lust, the thief, far poorer than before. In a frenzy, she seized the reins and drove her chariot's wheels over her father's corpse. For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Lucretia represented everything that the Romans thought they had and that the Etruscans did not: honor, virtue, bravery. The tale of the rape of Lucretia kindled the flames of discontent over the Etruscan king's tyranical methods. Brutus renounced all right to the throne. But as the earth doth weep, the sun being set, Each flower moisten'd like a melting eye; Even so the maid with swelling drops gan wet Her circled eyne, enforced by sympathy Of those fair suns set in her mistress' sky, Who in a salt-waved ocean quench their light, Which makes the maid weep like the dewy night. So she, deep-drenched in a sea of care, Holds disputation with each thing she views, And to herself all sorrow doth compare; No object but her passion's strength renews; And as one shifts, another straight ensues: Sometime her grief is dumb and hath no words; Sometime 'tis mad and too much talk affords. When she refused, he threatened to kill her and one of her slaves and to tell everyone that he had seen her committing adultery with a slave. Do wounds help wounds, or grief help grievous deeds? The dove sleeps fast that this night-owl will catch: Thus treason works ere traitors be espied. Lucretia while her husband was at the military camp in Ardea.
O, be remember'd, no outrageous thing From vassal actors can be wiped away; Then kings' misdeeds cannot be hid in clay. Continue Reading. How comes it then, vile Opportunity, Being so bad, such numbers seek for thee?
Were my worth greater, my duty would show greater; meantime, as it is, it is bound to your lordship, to whom I wish long life, still lengthened with all happiness. May any terms acquit me from this chance? She has been involved in the women's movement since the late s. Brutus formed a revolutionary army. The light will show, character'd in my brow, The story of sweet chastity's decay, The impious breach of holy wedlock vow: Yea the illiterate, that know not how To cipher what is writ in learned books, Will quote my loathsome trespass in my looks. Tarquin and Lucretia, by Titian. Act 1[ edit ] In an armed camp outside Rome, Tarquinius, Collatinus and Junius are drinking together. Her rape is thus the trigger for the Roman revolution. She died amid the cries of her husband and father. He proposed Brutus and Collatinus as the first two consuls and that choice was ratified by the curiae. But when a black-faced cloud the world doth threat, In his dim mist the aspiring mountains hiding, From earth's dark womb some gentle gust doth get, Which blows these pitchy vapours from their bidding, Hindering their present fall by this dividing; So his unhallow'd haste her words delays, And moody Pluto winks while Orpheus plays. His hand, that yet remains upon her breast,-- Rude ram, to batter such an ivory wall! O rash false heat, wrapp'd in repentant cold, Thy hasty spring still blasts, and ne'er grows old! That mother tries a merciless conclusion Who, having two sweet babes, when death takes one, Will slay the other and be nurse to none. Will not my tongue be mute, my frail joints shake, Mine eyes forego their light, my false heart bleed?
When they entered Collatinus's home in Collatia late at night, they saw his wife Lucretia weaving with her maids in the lamplight in the hall of the house and mourning Collatinus' absence.
Tarquin later died in Cumae in BC where he had taken refuge at the court of Aristodemus of Cumae.
The poor, lame, blind, halt, creep, cry out for thee; But they ne'er meet with Opportunity. When at Collatium this false lord arrived, Well was he welcomed by the Roman dame, Within whose face beauty and virtue strived Which of them both should underprop her fame: When virtue bragg'd, beauty would blush for shame; When beauty boasted blushes, in despite Virtue would stain that o'er with silver white.
The Female Chorus is left in despair at the moral emptiness of this story. There Brutus recounted the king's abuses of power and the various grievances of the people. O unfelt sore! The face of either cipher'd either's heart; Their face their manners most expressly told: In Ajax' eyes blunt rage and rigor roll'd; But the mild glance that sly Ulysses lent Show'd deep regard and smiling government.
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