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## Overview
This section, titled "II. 708—728," is a segment of a larger work, specifically a chapter titled "[THE RAPE OF LYGRECE.](arke:01KG6S4F3XW2RKF6WDXEATZYAA)". It was extracted from the file "[pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA)" and is part of the collection "[PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y)". The section spans lines 5250 to 5282 of the source document.
## Context
This section is a continuation of the narrative within "[THE RAPE OF LYGRECE.](arke:01KG6S4F3XW2RKF6WDXEATZYAA)". It follows the section "[11. 687—707](arke:01KG6S5MKF9MNMYA3BAYS0ZJDT)" and precedes the section identified by ID "[01KG6S5N5THZ0C83B0KX3YPQCJ]". The content appears to be poetic in nature, describing a scene of distress and emotional turmoil.
## Contents
The text within this section describes the aftermath of a violent act, focusing on the contrasting emotional states of two individuals. One is depicted as fleeing with guilt and fear, while the other is left in despair. The verses use imagery of a "captiue victor" and a "wearied Lambe" to convey the profound suffering and psychological impact of the event. The passage highlights themes of guilt, shame, and the struggle to conceal wrongdoing, contrasting the perpetrator's desire for the morning light with the victim's wish for perpetual night.
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
Eu'n in this thought through the dark-night he ftea-
A captiue victor that hath loft in gaine,
Bearing away the wound that nothing hea'eth,
The scarre that will dispight of Cure remaine,
Leauing his spoile perplex t in greater paine.
> Shee beares the lode of luft he left behinde,
> And he the burthen of a guiltie minde.
Hee like a theeuish dog creeps sadly thence,
Shee like a wearied Lambe lies panting there,
He scowles and hates himselfe for his offence,
Shee desperat with her nailes her flesh doth teare.
He faintly flies sweating with guiltie feare;
Shee ftaies exclayming on the direfull night,
He runnes and chides his vanisht loth'd delight.
He thence departs a heauy conuertite,
Shee there remaines a hopeleffe cast-away,
He in his speed lookes for the morning light:
Shee prayes shee neuer may behold the day.
> For dale, quoth shee, nights scapes doth open lay,
> And my true eyes haue neuer practiz'd how
> To cloake offences with a cunning brow.
They
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