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- # II. 645—665
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This is a section of text, extracted from a larger file, labeled "II. 645—665". It is part of a chapter titled "THE RAPE OF LYCRECE." The text was extracted on January 30, 2026, and is part of the "PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53" collection. The section contains lines 5156-5186 of the source file.
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## Contents - What it contains, key subjects and details
The section contains a portion of the poem "THE RAPE OF LYCRECE." The text describes the aftermath of the rape, focusing on the emotional and psychological impact on the victim. It uses vivid imagery and metaphors to convey themes of shame, lust, and the violation of innocence. The section includes lines such as "So let thy thoughts low vassals to thy state," and "For with the nightlie linten that shee weares".
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# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
So let thy thoughts low vassals to thy state,
No more quoth he, by Heauen I will not heare thee.
Yeeld to my loue, if not inforced hate,
In steed of loues coy tutch shall rudelie teare thee.
That done, despitefullie I meane to beare thee
Vnto the base bed of same rascall groome,
To be thy partner in this shamefull doome.
This said, he sets his foote vppon the light,
For light and lust are deadlie enemies,
Shame folded vp in blind concealing night,
VVhen most vnsene, then most doth tyrannize.
The wolfe hath ceazd his pray, the poor lamb cries,
Till with her own white fleece her voice controld,
Intombes her outcrie in her lips sweet fold.
For with the nightlie linten that shee weares,
He pens her piteous clamors in her head,
Cooling his hot face in the chastest teares,
That euer modest eyes with sorrow shed.
O that prone lust should staing so pure a bed,
The spots whereof could weeping purifie,
Her tears should drop on them perpetuallie.
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