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第11章 THE ARGUMENT(10)

My shame so dead, mine honour is new born.

'Dear lord of that dear jewel I have lost, What legacy shall I bequeath to thee?

My resolution, love, shall be thy boast, By whose example thou revenged mayst be.

How Tarquin must be used, read it in me:

Myself, thy friend, will kill myself, thy foe, And, for my sake, serve thou false Tarquin so.

'This brief abridgement 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.

'Thou, Collatine, shalt oversee this will;How was I overseen that thou shalt see it!

My blood shall wash the slander of mine ill;My life's foul deed, my life's fair end shall free it.

Faint not, faint heart, but stoutly say "So be it".

Yield to my hand; my hand shall conquer thee;Thou dead, both die and both shall victors be.'

This plot of death when sadly she had laid, And wiped the brinish pearl from her bright eyes, With untuned tongue she hoarsely calls her maid, Whose swift obedience to her mistress hies;"For fleet-winged duty with thought's feathers flies.

Poor Lucrece' cheeks unto her maid seem so As winter meads when sun doth melt their snow.

Her mistress she doth give demure good-morrow With soft slow tongue, true mark of modesty, And sorts a sad look to her lady's sorrow, For why her face wore sorrow's livery, But durst not ask of her audaciously Why her two suns were cloud-eclipsed so, Nor why her fair cheeks over-washed with woe.

But as the earth doth weep, the sun being set, Each flower moist'ned 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.

A pretty while these pretty creatures stand, Like ivory conduits coral cisterns filling.

One justly weeps; the other takes in hand No cause but company of her drops spilling:

Their gentle sex to weep are often willing, Grieving themselves to guess at others' smarts, And then they drown their eyes or break their hearts.

For men have marble, women waxen, minds, And therefore are they formed as marble will;The weak oppressed, th' impression of strange kinds Is formed in them by force, by fraud, or skill.

Then call them not the authors of their ill, No more than wax shall be accounted evil Wherein is stamped the semblance of a devil.

Their smoothness, like a goodly champaign plain, Lays open all the little worms that creep;In men, as in a rough-grown grove, remain Cave-keeping evils that obscurely sleep.

Through crystal walls each little mote will peep.

Though men can cover crimes with bold stern looks, Poor women's faces are their own faults' books.

No man inveigh against the withered flower, But chide rough winter that the flower hath killed.

Not that devoured, but that which doth devour, Is worthy blame.O, let it not be hild Poor women's faults that they are so fulfilled With men's abuses: those proud lords to blame Make weak-made women tenants to' their shame.

The precedent whereof in Lucrece view, Assailed by night with circumstances strong Of present death, and shame that might ensue By that her death, to do her husband wrong.

Such danger to resistance did belong, That dying fear through all her body spread;And who cannot abuse a body dead?

By this, mild patience bid fair Lucrece speak To the poor counterfeit of her complaining.

'My girl,' quoth she, 'on what occasion break Those tears from thee that down thy cheeks are raining?

If thou dost weep for grief of my sustaining, Know, gentle wench, it small avails my mood;If tears could help, mine own would do me good.

'But tell me, girl, when went'-and there she stayed Till after a deep groan-'Tarquin from hence?'

'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.

'But, lady, if your maid may be so bold, She would request to know your heaviness.'

'O, peace!' quoth Lucrece: 'if it should be told, The repetition cannot make it less, For more it is than I can well express;And that deep torture may be called a hell When more is felt than one hath power to tell.

'Go, get me hither paper, ink and pen;

Yet save that labour, for I have them here.

What should I say? One of my husband's men Bid thou be ready by and by to bear A letter to my lord, my love, my dear.

Bid him with speed prepare to carry it;

The cause craves haste and it will soon be writ.'

Her maid is gone, and she prepares to write, First hovering o'er the paper with her quill.

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.

At last she thus begins: 'Thou worthy lord Of that unworthy wife that greeteth thee, Health to thy person! next vouchsafe t'afford-If ever, love, thy Lucrece thou wilt see-Some present speed to come and visit me.

So I commend me, from our house in grief;My woes are tedious, though my words are brief.'

Here folds she up the tenor of her woe, Her certain sorrow writ uncertainly.

By this short schedule Collatine may know Her grief, but not her grief's true quality;She dares not thereof make discovery, Lest he should hold it her own gross abuse, Ere she with blood had stained her stained excuse.

Besides, the life and feeling of her passion She hoards, to spend when he is by to hear her, When sighs and groans and tears may grace the fashion Of her disgrace, the better so to clear her From that suspicion which the world might bear her.

To shun this blot, she would not blot the letter With words, till action might become them better.

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