Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	darkness_n	light_n	shadow_n	7,372	5	9.4624	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12035	Lucrece; Rape of Lucrece	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.	1594 (1594)	STC 22345; ESTC S106341	30,231	93

in lifes mortalitie Ech in her sleepe themselues so beautifie As if betweene them twaine there were no strife But that life liu'd in death and death in life Her breasts like Iuory globes circled with blew A paire of maiden worlds vnconquered Saue of their Lord no bearing yoke they knew And him by oath they truely honored These worlds in TARQVIN new ambition bred VVho like a fowle vsurper went about From this faire throne to heaue the owner out VVhat could he see but mightily he noted VVhat did he note but strongly he desired VVhat he beheld on that he firmely doted And in his will his wilfull eye he tyred VVith more then admiration he admired Her azure vaines her alablaster skinne Her corall lips her snow-white dimpled chin As the grim Lion fawneth ore his pray Sharpe hunger by the conquest satisfied So ore this sleeping soule doth TARQVIN stay His rage of lust by gazing qualified Slakt not supprest for standing by her side His eye which late this mutiny restraines Vnto a greater vprore tempts his vaines And they like stragling slaues for pillage fighting Obdurate vassals fell exploits effecting In bloudy death and rauishment delighting Nor childrens tears nor mothers grones respecting Swell in their pride the onset still expecting Anon his beating heart allarum striking Giues the hot charge bids thē do their liking His drumming heart cheares vp his burning eye His eye commends the leading to his hand His hand as proud of such a dignitie Smoaking with pride marcht on to make his stand On her bare brest the heart of all her land VVhose ranks of blew vains as his hand did scale Left their round turrets destitute and pale They mustring to the quiet Cabinet VVhere their deare gouernesse and ladie lies Do tell her shee is dreadfullie beset And fright her with confusion of their cries Shee much amaz'd breakes ope her lockt vp eyes VVho peeping foorth this tumult to behold Are by his flaming torch dim'd and controld Imagine her as one in dead of night From forth dull sleepe by dreadfull fancie waking That thinkes shee hath beheld some gastlie sprite VVhose grim aspect sets euerie ioint a shaking VVhat terror t is but shee in worser taking From sleepe disturbed heedfullie doth view The sight which makes supposed terror trew VVrapt and confounded in a thousand feares Like to a new-kild bird shee trembling lies Shee dares not looke yet winking there appeares Quicke-shifting Antiques vglie in her eyes Such shadowes are the weake-brains forgeries VVho angrie that the eyes flie from their lights In darknes daunts thē with more dreadfull sights His hand that yet remaines vppon her brest Rude Ram to batter such an Iuorie wall May feele her heart poore Cittizen distrest VVounding it selfe to death rise vp and fall Beating her bulke that his hand shakes withall This moues in him more rage and lesser pittie To make the breach and enter this sweet Citty First like a Trompet doth his tongue begin To sound a parlie to his heartlesse foe VVho ore the white sheet peers her whiter chin The reason of this rash allarme to know VVhich he by dum demeanor seekes to show But shee with vehement prayers vrgethstill Vnder what colour he commits this ill Thus he replies the colour in thy face That euen for anger makes the Lilly pale And the red rose blush at her owne disgrace Shall plead for me and tell my louing tale Vnder that colour am I come to scale Thy neuer conquered Fort the fault is thine For those thine eyes betray thee vnto mine Thus I forestall thee if thou meane to chide Thy beauty hath ensnar'd thee to this night VVhere thou with patience must my will abide My will that markes thee for my earths delight VVhich I to conquer sought with all my might But as reproofe and reason beat it dead By thy bright beautie was it newlie bred I see what crosses my attempt will bring I know what thornes the growing rose defends I thinke the honie garded with a sting All this before-hand counsell comprehends But VVill is deafe and hears no heedfull friends Onely he hath an eye to gaze on Beautie And dotes on what he looks gainst law or duety I haue debated euen in my soule VVhat wrong what shame what sorrow I shal breed But nothing can affections course controull Or stop the headlong furie of his speed I know repentant teares insewe the deed Reproch disdaine and deadly enmity Yet striue I to embrace mine infamy This said hee shakes aloft his Romaine blade VVhich like a Faulcon towring in the skies Cowcheth the fowle below with his wings shade VVhose crooked beake threats if he mount he dies So vnder his insulting Fauchion lies Harmelesse LVCRETIA marking what he tels VVith trembling feare as fowl hear Faulcōs bels LVCRECE quoth he this night I must enioy thee If thou deny then force must worke my way For in thy bed I purpose to destroie thee That done some worthlesse slaue of thine I le slay To kill thine Honour with thy liues decaie And in thy dead armes do I meane to place him Swearing I slue him seeing thee imbrace him So thy suruiuing husband shall remaine The scornefull marke of euerie open eye Thy kinsmen hang their heads at this disdaine Thy issue blur'd with namelesse bastardie And thou the author of their obloquie Shalt haue thy trespasse cited vp in rimes And sung by children in succeeding times But if thou yeeld I rest thy secret friend The fault vnknowne is as a thought vnacted A little harme done to a great good end For lawfull pollicie remaines enacted The poysonous simple sometime is compacted In a pure compound being so applied His venome in effect is purified Then for thy husband and thy childrens sake Tender my suite bequeath not to their lot The shame that from them no deuise can take The blemish that will neuer be forgot VVorse then a slauish wipe or birth howrs blot For markes discried in mens natiuitie Are natures faultes not their owne infamie Here with a Cockeatrice dead killing eye He rowseth vp himselfe and makes a pause VVhile shee the picture of pure pietie Like a white Hinde vnder the grypes sharpe clawes Pleades in a wildernesse where are no lawes To the rough beast that knowes no gentle right Nor ought obayes but his fowle appetite But when a black-fac'd clowd the world doth thret In his dim mist th' aspiring mountaines hiding From earths dark-womb some gentle gust doth get VVhich blow these pitchie vapours frō their biding Hindring their present fall by this deuiding So his vnhallowed hast her words delayes And moodie PLVTO winks while Orpheus playes Yet fowle night-waking Cat he doth but dallie VVhile in his hold-fast foot the weak mouse pāteth Her sad behauiour feedes his vulture follie A swallowing gulfe that euen in plentie wanteth His eare her prayers admits but his heart granteth No penetrable entrance to her playning Tears harden lust though marble were with rayning Her pittie-pleading

will And with good thoughts makes dispensation Vrging the worser sence for vantage still VVhich in a moment doth confound and kill All pure effects and doth so farre proceede That what is vile shewes like a vertuous deede Quoth he shee tooke me kindlie by the hand And gaz'd for tidings in my eager eyes Fearing some hard newes from the warlike band VVhere her beloued COLATINVS lies O how her feare did make her colour rise First red as Roses that on Lawne we laie Then white as Lawne the Roses tooke awaie And how her hand in my hand being lockt Forst it to tremble with her loyall feare VVhich strooke her sad and then it faster rockt Vntill her husbands welfare shee did heare VVhereat shee smiled with so sweete a cheare That had NARCISSVS seene her as shee stood Selfe-loue had neuer drown'd him in the flood VVhy hunt I then for colour or excuses All Orators are dumbe when Beautie pleadeth Poore wretches haue remorse in poore abuses Loue thriues not in the hart that shadows dreadeth Affection is my Captaine and he leadeth And when his gaudie banner is displaide The coward fights and will not be dismaide Then childish feare auaunt debating die Respect and reason waite on wrinckled age My heart shall neuer countermand mine eie Sad pause and deepe regard beseemes the sage My part is youth and beates these from the stage Desire my Pilot is Beautie my prise Then who feares sinking where such treasure lies As corne ore-growne by weedes so heedfull feare Is almost choakt by vnresisted lust Away he steales with open listning eare Full of foule hope and full of fond mistrust Both which as seruitors to the vniust So crosse him with their opposit perswasion That now he vowes a league and now inuasion VVithin his thought her heauenly image sits And in the selfe same seat sits COLATINE That eye which lookes on her confounds his wits That eye which him beholdes as more deuine Vnto a view so false will not incline But with a pure appeale seekes to the heart VVhich once corrupted takes the worser part And therein heartens vp his seruile powers VVho flattred by their leaders iocound show Stuffe vp his lust as minutes fill vp howres And as their Captaine so their pride doth grow Paying more slauish tribute then they owe. By reprobate desire thus madly led The Romane Lord marcheth to LVCRECE bed The lockes betweene her chamber and his will Ech one by him inforst retires his ward But as they open they all rate his ill VVhich driues the creeping theefe to some regard The threshold grates the doore to haue him heard Night wandring weezels shreek to see him there They fright him yet he still pursues his feare As each vnwilling portall yeelds him way Through little vents and cranies of the place The wind warres with his torch to make him staie And blowes the smoake of it into his face Extinguishing his conduct in this case But his hot heart which fond desire doth scorch Puffes forth another wind that fires the torch And being lighted by the light he spies LVCRECIAS gloue wherein her needle sticks He takes it from the rushes where it lies And griping it the needle his finger pricks As who should say this gloue to wanton trickes Is not inur'd returne againe in hast Thouseest our mistresse ornaments are chast But all these poore forbiddings could not stay him He in the worst sence consters their deniall The dores the wind the gloue that did delay him He takes for accidentall things of triall Or as those bars which stop the hourely diall VVho with a lingring staie his course doth let Till euerie minute payes the howre his debt So so quoth he these lets attend the time Like little frosts that sometime threat the spring To ad a more reioysing to the prime And giue the sneaped birds more cause to sing Pain payes the income of ech precious thing Huge rocks high winds strong pirats shelues and sands The marchant feares ere rich at home he lands Now is he come vnto the chamber dore That shuts him from the Heauen of his thought VVhich with a yeelding latch and with no more Hath bard him from the blessed thing he sought So from himselfe impiety hath wrought That for his pray to pray he doth begin As if the Heauens should countenance his sin But in the midst of his vnfruitfull prayer Hauing solicited th' eternall power That his foule thoughts might cōpasse his fair faire And they would stand auspicious to the howre Euen there he starts quoth he I must deflowre The powers to whom I pray abhor this fact How can they then assist me in the act Then Loue and Fortune by my Gods my guide My will is backt with resolution Thoughts are but dreames till their effects be tried The blackest sinne is clear'd with absolution Against loues fire feares frost hath dissolution The eye of Heauen is out and mistie night Couers the shame that followes sweet delight This said his guiltie hand pluckt vp the latch And with his knee the dore he opens wide The doue sleeps fast that this night Owle will catch Thus treason workes ere traitors be espied VVho sees the lurking serpent steppes aside But shee sound sleeping fearing no such thing Lies at the mercie of his mortall sting Into the chamber wickedlie he stalkes And gazeth on her yet vnstained bed The curtaines being close about he walkes Rowling his greedie eye-bals in his head By their high treason is his heart mis-led VVhich giues the watch-word to his hand ful soon To draw the clowd that hides the siluer Moon Looke as the faire and fierie pointed Sunne Rushing from forth a cloud bereaues our sight Euen so the Curtaine drawne his eyes begun To winke being blinded with a greater light VVhether it is that shee reflects so bright That dazleth them or else some shame supposed But blind they are and keep themselues inclosed O had they in that darkesome prison died Then had they seene the period of their ill Then COLATINE againe by LVCRECE side In his cleare bed might haue reposed still But they must ope this blessed league to kill And holie-thoughted LVCRECE to their sight Must sell her ioy her life her worlds delight Her lillie hand her rosie cheeke lies vnder Coosning the pillow of a lawfull kisse VVho therefore angrie seemes to part in sunder Swelling on either side to want his blisse Betweene whose hils her head intombed is VVhere like a vertuous Monument shee lies To be admir'd of lewd vnhallowed eyes VVithout the bed her other faire hand was On the greene couerlet whose perfect white Showed like an Aprill dazie on the grasse VVith perlie swet resembling dew of night Her eyes like Marigolds had sheath'd their light And canopied in darkenesse sweetly lay Till they might open to adorne the day Her haire like goldē threeds playd with her breath O modest wantons wanton modestie Showing lifes triumph in the map of death And deaths dim looke