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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
Thus graceleffe holds he disputation,
Tweene frozen conscience and hot burning will,
And with good thoughts makes dispensation,
Vrging the worfer fence for vantage still.
VVhich in a moment doth confound and kill
All pure effects, and doth fo farre proceede,
That what is vile, shewes like a verruous deede.
Quoth he, thee tooke me kindlie by the hand,
And gaz'd for tidings in my eager eyes,
Fearing some hard newes from the warlike band,
VVhere her beloued **COLATINVS** lies:
O how her feare did make her colour rise!
First red as Roses that on Lawne we laie,
Then white as Lawne the Roses tooke awaie.
And how her hand in my hand being lockt,
Forst it to tremble with her loyall feare:
VVhich strooke her sad, and then it falter rockt,
Vntill her husbands welfare thee did heare,
VVhereat thee smiled with fo sweete a cheare,
That had **NAREISSVS** feene her as thee stood,
Selfe-loue had neuer drown'd him in the flood.
C 3
II. 246—266
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