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- This silent warre of Lillies and of Roses,
VVhich TARQUIN vew'd in her faire faces field,
In their pure rankes his traytor eye encloses,
VVhere least betweene them both it should be kild.
The coward captiue vanquished, doth yeeld
To those two Armies that would let him goe,
Rather then triumph in so false a foe.
Now
II. 57—77
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# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE
Now thinkes he that her husbands shallow tongue,
The niggard prodigall that praisde her so:
In that high taske hath done her Beauty wrong.
V Vhich farre exceedes his barren skill to show.
Therefore that praise which **COLATINE** doth owe,
Inchaunted **TAQUIN** aunfwers with surmise,
In silent wonder of still gazing eyes.
This earthly fainct adored by this deuill,
Little suspecteth the false worshipper:
“For vnstaind thoughts do seldom dream on euill.
“Birds neuer him’d, no secret but he seare:
So guiltless shee securely giues good cheare,
And neuerend welcome to her princely guest,
V Vhose inward ill no outward harme exprest.
For that he colourd with his high estate,
Hiding base sin in pleats of Maiestie:
That nothing in him seemd inordinate,
Saue sometime too much wonder of his eye,
V Vhich hauing all, all could not fasistie;
But poorly rich so wanteth in his store,
That cloyd with much, he pineth still for more.
B 3
II. 78—98
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# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
But she that neuer cop't with straunger eies,
Could picke no meaning from their parling looks,
Nor read the subtle shining secrecies,
VVrit in the glassie margents of such books,
Shee toucht no vuknown baits, nor seard no hooks,
Nor could shee moralize his wanton sight,
More then his eies were opend to the light.
He stories to her eares her husbands fame,
VVonne in the fields of fruitfull Italie:
And decks with praises Colatines high name,
Made glorious by his manlie chiualrie,
VVith bruised armes and wreathes of victorie,
Her ioie with heaued-vp hand she doth expresse,
And wordlesse so greetes heauen for his successe.
Far from the purpose of his comming thither,
He makes excuses for his being there,
No clowdie show of stormie blustring wether,
Doth yer in his faire welkin once appeare,
Till sable Night mother of dread and seare,
Vppon the world dim darknesse doth dispale,
And in her vaultie prison, stowes the dale.
For
II. 99—119
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# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE
For then is Tarquine brought unto his bed,
Intending weariness with heauie sprites:
For after supper long he questioned,
With modest Lucrece, and wore out the night,
Now leaden slumber with lines strength doth fight,
And euerie one to rest himselfe betakes,
Saue theeues, and cares, and troubled minds that
(wakes.)
As one of which doth Tarquin lie revoluing
The sundrie dangers of his wils obtaining:
Yet euer to obtaine his will resoluing. (ning
Though weake built hopes perswade him to abstai-
Dispaire to gaine doth trasfique oft for gaining,
And when great treasure is the meede proposed,
Though death be adiut, ther's no death supposed.
Those that much couet are with gaine so fond,
That what they haue not, that which they possesse
They scat:er and vnloose it from their bond,
And so by hoping more they haue but lesse,
Or gaining more, the profite of excesse
Is but to surfet, and such griefes sustaine,
That they proue backrout in this poore rich gain.
II. 120—140
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
The ayme of all is but to nourfe the life,
V Vith honor, wealth, and ease in wainying age:
And in this ayme there is such thwarting strife,
That one for all, or all for one we gage:
As life for honour, in fell battalles rage,
Honor for wealth, and oft that wealth doth cost
The death of all, and altogether lost.
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