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- Huge rocks, high winds, strong pirats, shelves and
The merchant seares, ere rich at home he lands.
Now is he come unto the chamber dore,
That shuts him from the Heaven of his thought,
V which with a yeelding latch, and with no more,
Hath bard him from the blessed thing he sought.
So from himselfe impiety hath wrought,
That for his pray to pray he doth begin,
As if the Heauens should countenance his sin.
But in the midst of his unfruitfull prayer,
Haning solicited the eternall power,
That his foule thoughts might copasse his fair faire,
And they would stand auspicious to the howre.
Euen there he starts, quoth he, I must deflowre,
The powers to whom I pray abhor this fact,
How can they then assist me in the act?
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II. 330—350
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
Then Loue and Fortune be my Gods, my guide,
My will is back with refolution:
Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried,
The blackest finne is clear'd with absolution.
Against loues fire, feares frost hath dissolution.
The eye of Heauen is out, and mistie night
Coues the shame that follows sweet delight.
This said, his guiltie hand pluckt up the latch,
And with his knee the dore he opens wide,
The doue sleeps fast that this night O wle will catch.
Thus treason workes ere traitors be espied.
V V ho sees the lurking serpent steppes aside;
But shee found sleeping fearing no such thing,
Lies at the mercie of his mortal sting.
Into the chamber wickedlie he stalkes,
And gazeth on her yet unstained bed:
The curtaines being close, about he walkes,
Rowling his greedie eye-bals in his head.
By their high treason is his heart misled,
V V hich giues the watch-word to his hand fulsoon,
To draw the clowd that hides the siluer Moon.
Looke
II. 351—371
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
Looke as the faire and fierie pointed Suone,
Rushing from forth a cloud, bereaues our fight:
Euen so the Curtaine drawne, his eyes begun
To winke, being blinded with a greater light.
VVhether it is that thee reflects so bright,
That dazleth them, or else some shame supposed,
But blind they are, and keep themselves inclosed.
O had they in that darke some prison died,
Then had they scene the period of their ill:
Then Colatine againe by Lvcrece side,
In his cleare bed might haue reposed still.
But they must ope this blessed league to kill,
And holie-thoughted Lvcrece to their fight,
Must sell her ioy, her life, her worlds delight.
Her lillie hand, her rosie cheeke lies vnder,
Coosning the pillow of a lawfull kisse:
VVho therefore angrie seemes to part in funder,
Swelling on either side to want his blisse.
Betweene whose hils her head intombed is;
VVhere like a vertuous Monument shee lies,
To be admir'd of lewd unhallowed eyes.
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