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- # THE RAPE OF LYCRECE
They thinke not but that euerie eye can see,
The same disgrace which they them selues behold:
And therefore would they still in dark enesse be,
To haue their vnseene sinne remaine vntold.
For they their guilt with weeping will vnfold,
And graue like water that doth eate in steele,
Vppon my cheeks, what helpeleffe shame I seele.
Here shee exclaims against repose and rest,
And bids her eyes hereafter still be blinde,
Shee wakes her heart by beating on her brest,
And bids it leape from thence, where it maie finde
Some purer chest, to close so pure a minde.
Franticke with griefe thus breaths shee forth her
Against the vnseene secrecie of night. (spite,
O comfort killing night, image of Hell,
Dim register, and notarie of shame,
Blacke stage for tragedies, and murthers fell,
Vast sin-concealing Chaos, nourse of blame.
Blinde muffled bawd, darke harber for defame,
Grim caue of death, whispering conspirator,
V Vith close-tong'd treason & the rauiher.
F 3
II. 750—770
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