O, had they in that darksome prison died! (380)
Then had they seen the period of their ill; (381)
Then Collatine aga n, by Lucrece' side, (382)
In his clear bed might have reposed still: (383)
But they must ope, this blessed league to kill;
And holy-thoughted Lucrece to their sight (385)
Must sell her joy, her life, her world's delight.