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- # II. 519—539
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This is a section of text (lines 4973-5002) extracted from the text file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA). It is part of the chapter titled "THE RAPE OF LYCRECE." [THE RAPE OF LYGRECE.](arke:01KG6S4F3XW2RKF6WDXEATZYAA), and is included in the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. The section is labeled "II. 519—539". It was extracted on 2026-01-30.
## Context
The section is part of [THE RAPE OF LYGRECE.](arke:01KG6S4F3XW2RKF6WDXEATZYAA), which is a chapter within a larger poetry collection. The source text file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA) was assembled from numerous smaller files. This section comes after section [II. 498—518](arke:01KG6S5MK5W0JPRM8JZYJNWBVB) and precedes section [II. 540—560](arke:01KG6S5MK850ECT1ZMB1GFCYK3).
## Contents
This section contains lines 519 to 539 of the poem "The Rape of Lucrece." The text describes the encounter between Lucrece and her attacker, depicting Lucrece as "the picture of pure pietie" and comparing her to "a white Hinde vnder the grypes fharpe clawes." It also references the attacker's "fowle appetite" and the delaying effect of Lucrece's words on his "vnhallowed hast." The passage includes a reflection on the futility of Lucrece's pleas, stating that "Tears harden lust though marble were with rayning."
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# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
Here with a Cockeatrice dead killing eye,
He rowfeth vp himfelfe, and makes a pause,
VWhile thee the picture of pure pietie,
Like a white Hinde vnder the grypes fharpe clawes,
Pleades in a wilderneffe where are no lawes,
To the rough beaft, that knowes no gentle right,
Nor ought obayes but his fowle appetite.
But when a black-fac'd clowd the world doth thret,
In his dim mift th'afpiring mountaines hiding:
From earths dark-womb, some gentle guft doth get,
VWhich blow thefe pitchie vapours fro their biding:
Hindring their present fall by this deuding,
So his vnhallowed haft her words delayes,
And moodie Plyro winks while Orpheus playes.
Yet fowle night-waking Cat he doth but dallie,
VWhile in his hold-faft foot the weak mouse pareth,
Her sad behauiour feedes his vulture follic,
A swallowing guffe that euen in plentie wanteth.
His eare her prayers admits, but his heart granteth
No penetrable entrance to her playning,
"Tears harden luft though marble were with ray-
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