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This is an "intro" section extracted from a text file, likely a poem or play, labeled "Introduction." It contains text from lines 4914 to 4941. The text was extracted on January 30, 2026, by the "structure-extraction-lambda" process. It is part of a larger chapter titled "THE RAPE OF LYGRECE."
## Context - Background and provenance from related entities
This introduction is part of the chapter [THE RAPE OF LYGRECE.](arke:01KG6S4F3XW2RKF6WDXEATZYAA), which is contained within the larger [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. The text was extracted from the file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA). This introduction is followed by the section [II. 498—518](arke:01KG6S5MK5W0JPRM8JZYJNWBVB).
## Contents - What it contains, key subjects and details
The introduction opens with a series of lines describing the speaker's internal conflict and the impending act. It sets the scene for the poem, mentioning "wrong, what shame, what sorrow" and the speaker's struggle to "embrace mine infamy." The introduction then describes the actions of a "Romaine blade" and the reactions of "Harmeleffe Lycretia," and concludes with the antagonist's threat to "destroy thee" and "kill thine Honour."
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- # THE RAPE OF LYGRECE.
I haue debated euen in my foule,
VV hat wrong, what shame, what sorrow I shall breed,
But nothing can affections course controull,
Or stop the headlong furie of his speed.
I know repentant teares infowe the deed,
Reproch, disdaine, and deadly enmity,
Yet striue I to embrace mine infamy.
This said, hee shakes aloft his Romaine blade,
VV hich like a Faulcon towing in the skies,
Cowcheth the fowle below with his wings sha de,
VV hose crooked beake threats, if he mount he dies.
So vnder his insulting Fauchion lies
- Harmeleffe Lycretia marking what he tels,
VV ith trembling feare: as fowl hear Faulcōs bels.
Lycrece, quoth he, this night I must enjoy thee,
If thou deny, then force must worke my way:
For in thy bed I purpose to destroy thee.
That done, some worthleffe flaue of thine ile flay.
To kill thine Honour with thy liues decaie.
And in thy dead armes do I meane to place him,
Swearing I flue him seeing thee imbrace him.
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