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A03244 The rape of Lucrece a true Roman tragedie. With the seuerall songes in their apt places, by Valerius, the merrie lord amongst the Roman peeres. Acted by her Majesties Seruants at the Red-Bull, neere Clarken-well. Written by Thomas Heywood. Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641. 1608 (1608) STC 13360; ESTC S106206 43,477 78

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Lady knowes no wast Valerius yours is modest something faire Her Grace and beautie are without compare Thine Mutius well dispos'd and of good feature But the world yeelds not so diuine a creature Horatius thine a smug lasse and gract well But amongst all bright Lucrece doth excel Then our impertiall harts iudging eies This verdit giues faire Lucrece wins the prise Col. Then Lords you are indebted to me a horse and armour Omnes We yee'd it Lu. Wil you taste such welcom Lords as a poore vnprouided house can yeeld Sex Gramercie Lucrece no we must this night sleepe by Ardea walles Lu. I but my Lords I hope my Collatine will not so leaue his Lucrece Sex He must we haue but idled from the Camp to try a merry wager about their wiues and t is the hazard of the kings displeasure should any man be missing from his charge the powers that gouern Rome make diuine Luc for euer happy goodnight Lucr Will not my husband repose this night with vs Hor. Lucrece shall pardon him we ha tooke our leaues of our wiues nor shall Collatine be before vs though our Ladies in other things come behind you Col. I must be swaid the ioies and the delights of many thousand nights meet all in one to make my Lucrece happy Lu. I am bound to your strict wil to each goodnight Sex To horse to horse Lucrece we cannot rest Til our hot lust imbosome in thy brest Exeunt manet Lu. Lu. With no vnkindnes we should our Lords vpbraid Husbands and Kings must alwaies be obaid Nothing saue the high busines of the slate And the charge giuen him at Ardeas siege Could ha made Collatine so much digresse From the affection that he beares his wife But subiects must excuse when kings claime power But leauing this before the charme of sleepe Cease with his downy wings vpon my eies I must go take account among my seruants Of their daies taske we must not cherish sloth No couetous thought makes me thus prouident But to shun idlenes which wise men say Begets ranck lust and vertue beats away Exit Enter Sextus Aruns Horatius Brutus Sceuola Valerius Hor. Returne to Rome now we are in the mid way to the Cāp Sex My Lords t is busines that concernes my life To morrow if we liue wee le visit thee Val. Wil Sextus enioyne me to accompany him Sce. Or me Sex Nor you nor any t is important busines And serious occurrences that call me Perhaps Lords I le commend you to your wiues Collatine shall I doe you any seruice to your Lucrece Col. Only commend me Sex What no priuat token to purchase our kind welcom Col. Would Roiall Sextus would but honor me to beare her a slight token Sex What Col. This Ring Sex As I am Royall I wil se et deliuered This Ring to Lucrece shall my loue conuey And in this gift thou dost thy bed betray To morrow we shall meete this night sweet fate May I proue welcome though a guest ingrate Exit Aruns Hee s for the city we for the campe the night makes the way tedious and melancholy prethee Valerius a merry song to beguile it He sings The ninth Song Valer. There was a yong man and a maid fell in loue Terry dery ding terry dery ding tery tery ding To get her good will he often did Terry dery ding terry dery ding langtido dillo There 's many will say and most will alow terry dery c. Ther 's nothing so good as a terry dery dery dery c. I would wish all maides before they be sicke terrie derie c. To enquire for a yong man that has a good terrie dery c. Hor. Good Valerius this has brought vs euen to the skirts of the campe enter Lords Exit Enter Sextus and Lucrece Lucr. This ring my Lord hath opt our gates to you For though I know you for a royall Prince My soueraignes sonne and friend to Collatine Without that key you had not entred here More lights and see a banquet strait prouided My loue to my deere husband shall appeare In the kind welcome that I giue his friend Sext. Not loue-sicke but loue lunatike loue-mad I am all fire impatience and my bloud Boyles on my heart with loose and sensuall thoughts Lucr. A chaire for the Prince may 't please your highnes sit Sext. Madam with you Lucr. It will become the wife of Collatine to waite vpon your trencher Sext. You shall sit behind vs at the campe we left our state We are but your guest indeed you shall not waite Her modestie hath such strong power ore me And such a reuerence hath fate giuen her brow That it appeares a kind of blasphemy To haue any wanton word harsh in her eares I cannot woe and yet I loue boue measure T is force not suite must purchase this rich treasure Luc. Your highnesse cannot taste such homely cates Sex Indeed I cannot feed but on thy face Thou art the banquet that my thoughts embrace Lucr. Knew you my Lord what free and zelous welcome We tender you your highnesse would presume Vpon your entertainement oft I many times I haue heard my husband speake of Sextus worth Extoll your worth praise your perfection I dote vpon your valor and your friendship prise next his Lucrece Sext. Oh impious lust in all things base respectles vniust Thy vertue grace and fame I must enioy Though in the purchase I all Rome destroy Madame if I be welcome as your vertue bids me presume I am Carouse to me a health vnto your husband Lucr. A womans draught my Lord to Collatine Sext. Nay you must drinke off all Lucr. Your grace must pardon the tender weaknesse of a womans braine Sext. It is to Collatine Lucr. Me thinks t would ill become the modesty Of any Romane Lady to carouse And drowne her vertues in the iuice of grapes How can I shew my loue to my husband To do his wife such wrong by too much wine I might neglect the charge of this great house Left soly to my keepe else my example Might in my seruants breed encouragement So to offend both which were pardonlesse Else to your grace I might neglect my duty And slacke obeysance to so great a guest All which being accidentall vnto wine Oh let me not so wrong my Collatine Sex We excuse you her imperfections like a torrent With violence breakes vpon me and at once Inuert and swallow all that 's good in me Preposterous fates what mischiefes you inuolue Vpon a captiue Prince left to the fury Of all grand mischiefe hath the grandame world Yet smothred such a strange abortiue wonder That from her vertues should arise my sinne I am worse then what 's most ill depriude all reason My hart all firie lust my soule all treason Lucr. My Lord I feare your health your changing brow Hath shewne so much disturbance noble Sextus Hath not your ventrous trauell from the campe Nor the moyst rawnes of these humorous night