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- # D 3
## Overview
Section "D 3" is a segment of the poem "The Rape of Lucrece," extracted from a larger text file. It contains lines 4820 through 4913 of the original document.
## Context
This section is part of the chapter titled "[THE RAPE OF LYCRECE](arke:01KG6S4F3WH60R5P15Z7KM8ZS6)". The chapter itself is contained within a collection named "[PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y)". The text was extracted from the file "[pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA)". This section follows "D 2" and precedes other content within the chapter.
## Contents
Section "D 3" comprises poetic verses that continue the narrative of "The Rape of Lucrece." The text describes Lucrece's internal turmoil and her confrontation with Tarquin. It includes passages such as:
"His drumming heart cheares up his burning eye,
His eye commends the leading to his hand;
His hand as proud of such a dignitie,
Smoaking with pride, marcht on, to make his stand
On her bare brett, the heart of all her land;"
and
"Imagine her as one in dead of night,
From forth dull sleepe by dreadfull fancie waking,
That thinkes shee hath beheld some gafflie sprite,
VVhose grim aspect sets euerie ioint a shaking,"
The verses detail Lucrece's fear and confusion, Tarquin's persistent advances, and his justifications for his actions, emphasizing his desire for her beauty over reason or duty.
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II. 414—434
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
His drumming heart cheares up his burning eye,
His eye commends the leading to his hand;
His hand as proud of such a dignitie,
Smoaking with pride, marcht on, to make his stand
On her bare brett, the heart of all her land;
VVhose ranks of blew vains as his hand did scale.
Left their round turrets destitute and pale.
They mustring to the quiet Cabinet,
VVhere their deare gouerneffe and ladie lies,
Do tell her shee is dreadfullie beset,
And fright her with confusion of their cries.
Shee much amaz'd breakes ope her lockt up eyes,
VVho peeping foorth this tumult to behold,
Are by his flaming torch dim'd and controld.
Imagine her as one in dead of night,
From forth dull sleepe by dreadfull fancie waking,
That thinkes shee hath beheld some gafflie sprite,
VVhose grim aspect sets euerie ioint a shaking,
VVhat terror tis: but shee in worser taking,
From sleepe disturbed, heedfullie doth view
The sight which makes supposed terror trew.
VVrapt
II. 435—455
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE
VV rapt and confounded in a thousand feares,
Like to a new kild bird, shee trembling lies:
Shee dares not looke, yet winking there appears.
Quicke-shifting Antiques vglie in her eyes.
“Such shadowes are the weake, brains forgeries,
VVho angrie that the eyes flie from their lights,
In darknes daunts the with more dreadful lights.
His hand that yet remaines vppon her breft,
(Rude Ram to batter such an luorie wall:)
May feele her heart (poore Citizen) distrest,
VVounding it felle to death, rise vp and fall.
Beating her bulke, that his hand shakes with all.
This moues in him more rage and lesser pittie,
To make the breach and enter this sweet City.
First like a Trompet doth his tongue begin,
To found a parlie to his heart lesse foe,
VVho ore the white sheet peers her whiter chin,
The reason of this rash allarme to know,
VVhich he by dum demeanor seekes to show.
But shee wish vehement prayers vrgethstill,
Vnder what colour he commits this ill.
II. 456—476
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
Thus he replies, the colour in thy face,
That euen for anger makes the Lilly pale,
And the red rose blush at her owne disgrace,
Shall plead for me and tell my louing tale.
Vnder that colour am I come to scale
Thy neuer conquered Fort, the fault is thine,
For those thine eyes betray thee unto mine.
Thus I forestall thee, if thou meane to chide,
Thy beauty hath ensnard thee to this night,
VVhere thou with patience must my will abide,
My will that markes thee for my earths delight,
VVhich I to conquer fought with all my might.
But as reproose and reason beat it dead,
By thy bright beautie was it newlie bred.
I see what crosses my attempt will bring,
I know what thornes the growing rose depends,
I think the honie garded with a sting,
All this before-hand counsell comprehends.
But V Vill is dease, and hears no heedsfull friends,
Onely he hath an eye to gaze on Beautie,
And dotes on what he looks, gainst law or ducty.
II. 477–497
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