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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
There pleading might you see graue NESTOR stand,
As twere encouraging the Greekes to fight,
Making such sober action with his hand,
That it beguild attention, charm'd the fight,
In speech it seemd his beard, all siluer white,
V Vag'd vp and downe, and from his lips did flie,
Thin winding breath which purl'd vp to the skie.
About him were a presse of gaping faces,
V V which seem'd to swallow vp his sound advice,
All ioyntlie listning, but with seuerall graces,
As if some Marmaide did their eares intice,
Some high, some low, the Painter was so nice.
The scalpes of manie, almost hid behind,
To iump vp higher seem'd to mock the mind.
Here one mans hand leand on another's head,
His nose being shadowed by his neighbours care,
Here one being throng'd, bears back all boln, & red,
Another smotherd, seemes to pelt and sweare,
And in their rage such signes of rage they bear,
As but for loose of NESTORs golden words,
It seem'd they would debate with angrie swords.
For
11. 1401—1421
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