Lucretia by Hecate

And see this soldier cometh, this conquerer
whose mistempered weapon demands worse than death
See in his eye, no pity liveth, damn'd be my flesh
if it strips his heart to spleenful impluse
Like the warrior, he doth in a single stroke
reap ten lifetimes of misery.
Thou irreligious cur who comest to plunder an Imperial tomb
seeking to win for thyself the dearest pearl
more envalued than the sum of therein worldly treasures!
Like the fiend who spied Diana exposed in etheral glory
And if death a glimpse by hap should warrant
What doom should enforc'd union claim?
Shall I live pillaged and unclean like ravaged Troy?
After this singular army hath found his beast within my walls
Without the mercy Odysseus showed to raze me to the ground?
Go thou, villain, sirrah, devil, may that you hath stolen cling to thee
to fester, swell, untouched by water, be it stream or flood.
May it rise within thee like to an envenomed dagger's point
gnawing withal from thy conscience through thy skin!