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- # THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
The homelie villaine cursies to her low,
And blushing on her with a stedfast eye,
Receaues the scroll without or yea or no,
And forth with bashfull innocence doth hie.
But they whose guilt within their bosomes lie,
Imagine euerie eye beholds their blame,
For Lycrece thought, he blusht to see her shame.
VWhen seelie Groome (God wot) it was defect
Offpirite, life, and bold audacitie,
Such harmfelse creatures haue a true respect
To talke in deeds, while others saucilie
Promise more speed, but do it leysurelie.
Euen so this patterne of the worne-out age,
Pawn'd honest looks, but laid no words to gage.
His kindled duetie kindled her mistrust,
That two red fires in both their faces blazed,
Shee thought he blusht, as knowing TARQYINS lust,
And blushing with him, wittlie on him gazed,
Her earnest eye did make him more amazed.
The more shee saw the bloud his cheeks replenish,
The more she thought he spied in her som blemish.
K
ll. 1338—1358
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