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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
Looke as the faire and fierie pointed Suone,
Rushing from forth a cloud, bereaues our fight:
Euen so the Curtaine drawne, his eyes begun
To winke, being blinded with a greater light.
VVhether it is that thee reflects so bright,
That dazleth them, or else some shame supposed,
But blind they are, and keep themselves inclosed.
O had they in that darke some prison died,
Then had they scene the period of their ill:
Then Colatine againe by Lvcrece side,
In his cleare bed might haue reposed still.
But they must ope this blessed league to kill,
And holie-thoughted Lvcrece to their fight,
Must sell her ioy, her life, her worlds delight.
Her lillie hand, her rosie cheeke lies vnder,
Coosning the pillow of a lawfull kisse:
VVho therefore angrie seemes to part in funder,
Swelling on either side to want his blisse.
Betweene whose hils her head intombed is;
VVhere like a vertuous Monument shee lies,
To be admir'd of lewd unhallowed eyes.
D 2
II. 372—392
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