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- # II. 1044—1064
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This section contains lines 1044-1064 of the poem *The Rape of Lucrece*. The text describes Lucrece's lament and resolve following her rape. She declares her intention to reveal the truth and seek atonement for the forced offense. The section also references Philomele and the coming of morning, contrasting it with Lucrece's shame and desire to remain hidden in the night.
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
Nor shall he smile at thee in secret thought,
Nor laugh with his companions at thy state,
But thou shalt know thy intrest was not bought
Bassely with gold, but stolne from foorth thy gate.
For me I am the mistress of my fate,
And with my trespass neuer will dispence,
Till life to death acquit my forst offence.
I will not poy son thee with my attain,
Nor sold my fault in cleanly coin'd excuses,
My sable ground of sinne I will not paint,
To hide the truth of this false nights abuses.
My tongue shall ytter all, mine eyes like fluces,
As from a mountaine spring that feeds a dale,
Shal gush pure streams to purge my impure tale.
By this lamenting Philomele had ended
The well-tun'd warble of her nightly sorrow,
And solemne night with flow sad gate descended
To ouglie Hell, when loe the blushing morrow
Lends light to all faire eyes that light will borrow.
But cloudie LVCRECE shames her selfe to see,
And therefore still in night would cloistered be.
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