II. 603—623

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# II. 603—623 ## Overview This is a section of text (lines 5096-5124) extracted from the plain text file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA). It is labeled "II. 603—623" and titled "II. 603—623". The section is part of the chapter [THE RAPE OF LYGRECE.](arke:01KG6S4F3XW2RKF6WDXEATZYAA). ## Context The text was extracted by the `structure-extraction-lambda` process and manually edited by user [Structure Extraction](arke:01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H). The file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA) is part of the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. This section is preceded by [II. 582—602](arke:01KG6S5MK5BWBC6V1A9G1AH4KV) and followed by [II. 624—644](arke:01KG6S5MKCZ5CYVPDXEESSGM18). ## Contents This section contains lines 603-623 of the poem *The Rape of Lucrece*. The text consists of a speech addressing a figure, possibly a prince or king, urging him to control his rebellious will and not abuse his power. It warns of the consequences of sin and the importance of a ruler setting a virtuous example.

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II. 603—623 <!-- [Page 230](arke:01KG6QE9JDP0D35VCTDMJVVPDY) --> # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE. Haft thou commaund? by him that gaue it thee From a pure heart commaund thy rebell will: Draw not thy sword to gard iniquitie; For it was lent thee all that broode to kill. Thy Princelie office how canst thou fulfill? When patternd by thy fault fowle sin may say, He learnd to sin, and thou didst teach the way. Thinke but how vile a spectacle it were, To view thy present trespassé in another: Mens faults do feldome to themselves appeare, Their own transgressions partiallie they smother, This guilt would seem death-worthie in thy brother. O how are they wrapt in with infamies, That fro their own misdeeds askaunce their eyes? To thee, to thee, my heaud vp hands appease, Not to seducing lust thy rash relier: I sue for exil’d maiesies repeale, Let him returne, and flattering thoughts retire. His true respect will prison false desire, And wipe the dim mist from thy doting eien, That thou shalt see thy state, and pittie mine.

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II. 603—623