"Woe, woe," quoth Collatine, "she was my wife, I ow'd her, and 't is mine that she hath kill'd. "My daughter," and "my wife" with clamours fill'd The dispers'd air, who, holding Lucrece' life, Answer'd their cries, "my daughter" and "my wife." Brutus, who pluck'd the knife from Lucrece' side, Began to clothe his wit in state and pride, But now he throws that shallow habit by, "Why, Collatine, is woe the cure for woe? Do wounds help wounds, or grief help grievous deeds? For his foul act by whom thy fair wife bleeds? "Courageous Roman, do not steep thy heart (Since Rome herself in them doth stand disgrac'd,) By our strong arms from forth her fair streets chas'd. "Now, by the Capitol that we adore, And by this chaste blood so unjustly stain'd, By heaven's fair sun that breeds the fat earth's store, This said, he struck his hand upon his breast, When they had sworn to this advised doom, c • Complain'd was formerly used without a subjoined preposition. b Allow-approve. C Plausibly-with expressions of applause-with acclamation. Plausively-applausively. I VOL. XII. |