I think she means that there was more than one
Confederate in the fact: ay, more there was;
Or else to
heaven she heaves them for revenge.
Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so?
Grandsire, 'tis Ovid's Metamorphoses;
My mother gave it me.
For love of her that's gone,
Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest.
Soft! see how busily she turns the leaves!
What would she find? Lavinia, shall I read?
This is the tragic tale of Philomel,
And treats of Tereus' treason
and his rape:
And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy.
See, brother, see; note how she quotes the leaves.
Lavinia, wert thou thus surprised, sweet girl,
Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was,
Forced in the ruthless,
vast, and gloomy woods? See, see!
Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt
O, had we never, never
Pattern'd by that the poet here describes,
By nature made for murders and for rapes.
O, why should nature build so foul a den,
Unless the gods delight in tragedies?
Give signs, sweet girl, for here are none
What Roman lord it was durst do the deed:
not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst,
That left the camp to sin in Lucrece' bed?
Sit down, sweet niece: brother, sit down by me.
Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury,
Inspire me, that I may this
My lord, look here: look here, Lavinia:
This sandy plot is plain; guide, if thou canst
me, when I have writ my name
Without the help of any hand at all.
He writes his name with his staff, and guides it with feet and mouth
Cursed be that heart that forced us to this shift!
Write thou good niece; and here display, at last,
God will have discover'd for revenge;
Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain,
That we may know
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