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This is a section of text (lines 5125-5155) extracted from a text file, titled "II. 624—644." It is part of the chapter "[THE RAPE OF LYGRECE.](arke:01KG6S4F3XW2RKF6WDXEATZYAA)" and is located between the sections "[II. 603—623](arke:01KG6S5MK5XS71W6SCF1KAR4JW)" and "[II. 645—665](arke:01KG6S5MKCFYE2Y4HT26JDXRK2)". The text was extracted on January 30, 2026, by the structure-extraction-lambda function.
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## Contents
This section contains lines 624 to 644 of the poem *The Rape of Lucrece*. It includes a dialogue between the characters, with the speaker identified as "he" arguing with "thee." The section uses metaphors of the sea, kingship, and cedar trees to explore themes of lust, honor, and power.
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
Haue done, quoth he, my vncontrolled tide
Turnes not, but swels the higher by this let.
Small lightes are soone blown out, huge fires abide,
And with the winde in greater furie fret:
The petty ftreames that paie a dailie det
To their falt foueraigne with their freth fals haft,
Adde to his flowe, but alter not his taft.
Thou art, quoth thee, a fea, a foueraigne King,
And loe there fals into thy boundlefle flood,
Blacke luft, dishonor, shame, mis-gouerning,
VVho feeke to staine the Ocean of thy blood.
If all thefe pettie ils shall change thy good,
Thy fea within a puddels wombe is herfed,
And not the puddle in thy fea dispersed.
So shall thefe flaues be King, and thou their flaue,
Thou noblie bafe, they bafelie dignified:
Thou their faire life, and they thy fowler graue:
Thou lothed in their shame, they in thy pride,
The lesser thing should not the greater hide.
The Cedar stoopes not to the bafe shrubs foote,
But low-shrubs wither at the Cedars roote.
So
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