William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece (1593-94):

Lucius Tarquinius, for his excessive pride surnamed Superbus, after he had caused his own father-in-law Servius Tullius to be cruelly murdered, and, contrary to the Roman laws and customs, not requiring or staying for the people's suffrages, had possessed himself of the kingdom, went, accompanied with his sons and other noblemen of Rome, to besiege Ardea. During which siege the principal men of the army meeting one evening at the tent of Sextus Tarquinius, the king's son, in their discourses after supper every one commended the virtues of his own wife: among whom Collatinus extolled the incomparable chastity of his wife Lucretia. In that pleasant humor they posted to Rome; and intending, by their secret and sudden arrival, to make trial of that which every one had before avouched, only Collatinus finds his wife, though it were late in the night, spinning amongst her maids: the other ladies were all found dancing and revelling, or in several disports. Whereupon the noblemen yielded Collatinus the victory, and his wife the fame. At that time Sextus Tarquinius being inflamed with Lucrece' beauty, yet smothering his passions for the present, departed with the rest back to the camp; from whence he shortly after privily withdrew himself, and was, according to his estate, royally entertained and lodged by Lucrece at Collatium. The same night he treacherously stealeth into her chamber, violently ravished her, and early in the morning speedeth away. Lucrece, in this lamentable plight, hastily dispatcheth messengers, one to Rome for her father, another to the camp for Collatine. They came, the one accompanied with Junius Brutus, the other with Publius Valerius; and finding Lucrece attired in mourning habit, demanded the cause of her sorrow. She, first taking an oath of them for her revenge, revealed the actor, and whole manner of his dealing, and withal suddenly stabbed herself. Which done, with one consent they all vowed to root out the whole hated family of the Tarquins; and bearing the dead body to Rome, Brutus acquainted the people with the doer and manner of the vile deed, with a bitter invective against the tyranny of the king: wherewith the people were so moved, that with one consent and a general acclamation the Tarquins were all exiled, and the state government changed from kings to consuls. (The Argument)

William Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus (1593-94):

  Sat.  Traitor, if Rome have law or we have power,
Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.
  Bas.  Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own,
My truth-betrothed love and now my wife? (1.1.403-06)

  [Aar.]  Take this of me: Lucrece was not more chaste
Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love.
A speedier course than lingering languishment
Must we pursue, and I have found the path.
My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand;
There will the lovely Roman ladies troop:
The forest walks are wide and spacious;
And many unfrequented plots there are
Fitted by kind for rape and villany:
Single you thither then this dainty doe,
And strike her home by force, if not by words:
This way, or not at all, stand you in hope.
Come, come, our empress, with her sacred wit
To villany and vengeance consecrate,
Will we acquaint with all that we intend;
And she shall file our engines with advice,
That will not suffer you to square yourselves,
But to your wishes' height advance you both.
The emperor's court is like the house of Fame,
The palace full of tongues, of eyes, and ears:
The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull;
There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take your turns;
There serve your lusts, shadow'd from heaven's eye,
And revel in Lavinia's treasury. (2.1.108-31) 

Enter the Empress’ sons with Lavinia, her hands cut off, and her tongue cut out, and ravish’d.
  Dem.  So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak,
Who 'twas that cut thy tongue and ravish'd thee.
  Chi.  Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so,
An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe.
  Dem.  See how with signs and tokens she can scrowl.
  Chi.  Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands.
  Dem.  She hath no tougne to call, nor hands to wash.
And so let’s leave her to her silent walks.
  Chi.  And ‘twere my cause, I should go hang myself.
  Dem.  If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord. (2.4.1-10)

  Tit.  Soft, so busily she turns the leaves! Help her.
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.
  Marc.  See, brother, see, note how she cotes the leaves.
  Tit.  Lavinia, wert thou thus surpris’d, sweet girl,
Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was,
Forc’d in the ruthless, vast, and gloomy woods?
See, see!
Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt
(O, had we never, never hunted there!),
Pattern'd by that the poet here describes,
By nature made for murders and for rapes….
  [Mar.]  O, do ye read, my lord, what she hath writ.
  Tit.  ‘Stuprum – Chiron – Demetrius.’…
  [Mar.]  My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel;
And kneel, sweet boy, the Roman Hector's hope;
And swear with me, as, with the woful fere
And father of that chaste dishonour'd dame,
Lord Junius Brutus sware for Lucrece' rape,
That we will prosecute by good advice
Mortal revenge upon these traitorous Goths,
And see their blood, or die with this reproach. (4.1.45-94)