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II. 246—266
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# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
V Vhy hunt I then for colour or excuses?
All Orators are dumbe when Beautie pleadeth,
Poore wretches haue remorse in poore abuses,
Loue thriues not in the hart that shadows dreadeth,
Affection is my Captaine and he leadeth.
And when his gaudie banner is displaid,
The coward fights, and will not be dismaide.
Then childish feare auaunt, debating die,
Respect and reason waite on wrinckled ages
My heart shall neuer counterm and mine cie,
Sad pause, and deepe regard beseemes the sage,
My part is youth and beates these from the stage.
Desire my Pilot is, Beautie my prise,
Then who feares sinking where such treasure lies?
As corne ore-growne by weedes: so heedfull feare
Is almost choakt by vnrefsted lust:
Away he steales with open listning eare,
Full of foule hope, and full of fond mistrust:
Both which as scruitors to the vniust,
So crofse him with their opposit persuasion,
That now he vows a league, and now lnuasion.
V Vith
II. 267—287
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
WVithin his thought her heavenly image fits,
And in the felfe fame feat fits COLATINE,
That eye which lookes on her confounds his wits,
That eye which him beholdes, as more deuine,
Vnto a view so false will not incline;
But with a pure appeale feekes to the heart,
WVhich once corrupted takes the worfer part.
And therein heartens vp his feruile powers,
WVho flattred by their leaders iocound fhow,
Stolfe vp his lust: as minutes fill vp howres.
And as their Captaine: fo their pride doth grow,
faring more flaunsh tribute then they owe.
By reprobate desire thus madly led,
The Romane Lord marcheth to LVCRECE bed.
The lockes betweene her chamber and his will,
Ech one by him inforft retires his ward:
But as they open they all rate his ill,
WVhich driues the creeping theefe to fome regard,
The threshold grates the doore to haue him heard,
Night wandring weezels shreek to fee him there,
They fright him, yet he still pursues his feare.
ll. 288—308
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
As each unwilling portall yeelds him way,
Through little vents and cranies of the place,
The wind warres with his torch, to make him staie,
And blowes the smoake of it into his face,
Extinguishing his conduct in this case.
But his hot heart, which fond desire doth scorch,
Puffes forth another wind that fires the torch.
And being lighted, by the light he spies
**LVCRECIAS** gloue, wherein her needle sticks,
He takes it from the rushes where it lies,
And griping it, the needle his finger pricks.
As who should say, this gloue to wanton trickles
Is not inurd; returne againe in ha;
Thou feest our mistreffé ornements are chast.
But all these poore forbiddings could not stay him,
He in the worst fence confters their denial:
The dores, the wind, the gloue that did delay him,
He takes for accidentall things of triall.
Or as those bars which stop the hourly diall,
VVho with a lingring staie his course doth let,
Till euerie minute payes the howre his debt.
So
II. 309—329
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# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
So so, quoth he, these lets attend the time,
Like little frosts that sometime threat the spring,
To ad a more reioying to the prime,
And glue the sneaped birds more cause to sing.
Pain payes the income of each precious thing, (sands
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.
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