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- II. 729—749
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# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE
They thinke not but that euerie eye can see,
The same disgrace which they them selues behold:
And therefore would they still in dark enesse be,
To haue their vnseene sinne remaine vntold.
For they their guilt with weeping will vnfold,
And graue like water that doth eate in steele,
Vppon my cheeks, what helpeleffe shame I seele.
Here shee exclaims against repose and rest,
And bids her eyes hereafter still be blinde,
Shee wakes her heart by beating on her brest,
And bids it leape from thence, where it maie finde
Some purer chest, to close so pure a minde.
Franticke with griefe thus breaths shee forth her
Against the vnseene secrecie of night. (spite,
O comfort killing night, image of Hell,
Dim register, and notarie of shame,
Blacke stage for tragedies, and murthers fell,
Vast sin-concealing Chaos, nourse of blame.
Blinde muffled bawd, darke harber for defame,
Grim caue of death, whispering conspirator,
V Vith close-tong'd treason & the rauiher.
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II. 750—770
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# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
O hatefull, vaporous, and foggy night,
Since thou art guilty of my curelese crime:
Muster thy mists to meete the Easterne light,
Make war against proportion'd course of time.
Or if thou wilt permit the Sunne to clime
His wonted height, yet ere he go to bed,
Knit poysonous clouds about his golden head.
Vith rotten damps rauish the morning aire,
Let their exhald vnholdsome breaths make sike
The life of puritie, the supreme faire,
Ere he arriue his wearie noone-tide pricke,
And let thy mustie vapours march so thick,
That in their smoakie rankes, his smothred light
May set at noone, and make perpetuall night.
Vvere TARQUIN night, as he is but nights child,
The siluer shining Queene he would distaine;
Hert winckling handmaids to (by him defil'd)
Through nights black bosom should not peep again.
So should I haue coparmers in my paine,
And fellowship in woe doth woe asswage,
As Palmers chat makes short their pilgrimage.
VVhere
II. 771—791
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE
Where now I haue no one to blush with me,
To crofse their armes & hang their heads with mine,
To maske their brows and hide their infamie,
But I alone, alone must fit and pine,
Seasoning the earth with showres of filuer brine;
Mingling my talk with tears, my greef with grones,
Poore wasting monuments of lasting mones.
O night thou furnace of fowle reeking smoke!
Let not the iealous daie behold that face,
WWhich underneath thy blacke all hiding cloke
Immodestly lies martird with disgrace.
Keepe still possession of thy gloomy place,
That all the faults which in thy raigne are made,
May likewise be fepulcherd in thy shade.
Make me not object to the tell-tale day,
The light will shew characterd in my brow,
The storie of fweete chastities decay,
The impious breach of holy wedlocke vowe.
Yea the illiterate that know not how
To cipher what is writ in learned bookes,
Will cote my lochsome trespasse in my lookes.
II. 792—812
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
The nourse to still her child will tell my storie,
And fright her crying babe with TARQVINS name.
The Orator to deck his oratorie,
V Vill couple my reproch to TARQVINS shame.
Feast-finding minstrels tuning my defame,
V Vill tie the hearers to attend ech line,
How TARQVIN wronged me, 1 COLATINE.
Let my good name, that fence leffe reputation,
For COLATINES deare loue be kept vns potted:
If that be made a theame for disputation,
The branches of another roote are rotted;
And vndeseru'd reproch to him alotted,
That is as cleare from this attaint of mine,
As I ere this was pure to COLATINE.
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