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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
Eu'n in this thought through the dark-night he ftea-
A captiue victor that hath loft in gaine,
Bearing away the wound that nothing hea'eth,
The scarre that will dispight of Cure remaine,
Leauing his spoile perplex t in greater paine.
> Shee beares the lode of luft he left behinde,
> And he the burthen of a guiltie minde.
Hee like a theeuish dog creeps sadly thence,
Shee like a wearied Lambe lies panting there,
He scowles and hates himselfe for his offence,
Shee desperat with her nailes her flesh doth teare.
He faintly flies sweating with guiltie feare;
Shee ftaies exclayming on the direfull night,
He runnes and chides his vanisht loth'd delight.
He thence departs a heauy conuertite,
Shee there remaines a hopeleffe cast-away,
He in his speed lookes for the morning light:
Shee prayes shee neuer may behold the day.
> For dale, quoth shee, nights scapes doth open lay,
> And my true eyes haue neuer practiz'd how
> To cloake offences with a cunning brow.
They
II. 729—749
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