'Lucrece,' quoth he, 'this night I must enjoy thee: (513)
If thou deny, then force must work my way, (514)
For in thy bed I purpose to destroy thee: (515)
That done, some worthless slave of thine I'll slay, (516)
To kill thine honor with thy life's decay;
And in thy dead arms do I mean to place him, (518)
Swearing I slew him, seeing thee embrace him.