SCENE V.--Sextus’s _Chamber in_ Collatine’s _House_.

Sextus _and_ Lucrece _discovered_.

Sextus. Nay, weep not, sweet, what’s done is past recall. Call not thy name in question, by this sorrow, Which is yet without blemish; what hath passed Is hid from the world’s eye, and only private ’Twixt us. Fair Lucrece, pull not on my head The wrath of Rome; if I have done thee wrong, Love was the cause; thy fame is without blot, And thou in Sextus hast a true friend got. Nay, sweet, look up; thou only hast my heart; I must be gone, Lucrece; a kiss and part.

Lucrece. Oh! [_She flings from him and exit_.

Sextus. No? Peevish dame, farewell! then be the bruiter Of thy own shame, which Tarquin would conceal; I am armed ’gainst all can come; let mischief frown, With all his terror, armed with ominous fate; To all their spleens a welcome I’ll afford, With this bold heart, strong hand and my good sword. [_Exit_.