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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
His drumming heart cheares up his burning eye,
His eye commends the leading to his hand;
His hand as proud of such a dignitie,
Smoaking with pride, marcht on, to make his stand
On her bare brett, the heart of all her land;
VVhose ranks of blew vains as his hand did scale.
Left their round turrets destitute and pale.
They mustring to the quiet Cabinet,
VVhere their deare gouerneffe and ladie lies,
Do tell her shee is dreadfullie beset,
And fright her with confusion of their cries.
Shee much amaz'd breakes ope her lockt up eyes,
VVho peeping foorth this tumult to behold,
Are by his flaming torch dim'd and controld.
Imagine her as one in dead of night,
From forth dull sleepe by dreadfull fancie waking,
That thinkes shee hath beheld some gafflie sprite,
VVhose grim aspect sets euerie ioint a shaking,
VVhat terror tis: but shee in worser taking,
From sleepe disturbed, heedfullie doth view
The sight which makes supposed terror trew.
VVrapt
II. 435—455
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