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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
Then Loue and Fortune be my Gods, my guide,
My will is back with refolution:
Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried,
The blackest finne is clear'd with absolution.
Against loues fire, feares frost hath dissolution.
The eye of Heauen is out, and mistie night
Coues the shame that follows sweet delight.
This said, his guiltie hand pluckt up the latch,
And with his knee the dore he opens wide,
The doue sleeps fast that this night O wle will catch.
Thus treason workes ere traitors be espied.
V V ho sees the lurking serpent steppes aside;
But shee found sleeping fearing no such thing,
Lies at the mercie of his mortal sting.
Into the chamber wickedlie he stalkes,
And gazeth on her yet unstained bed:
The curtaines being close, about he walkes,
Rowling his greedie eye-bals in his head.
By their high treason is his heart misled,
V V hich giues the watch-word to his hand fulsoon,
To draw the clowd that hides the siluer Moon.
Looke
II. 351—371
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