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# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE. Eut tell me girle, when went (and there shee ftaide, Till after a dcepe grone) TARQVIN from hence, Madame ere I was vp (repli'd the maide,) The more to blame my fluggard negligence. Yet with the fault I thus farre can dispence: My felfe was flirring ere the breake of day, And ere I rofe was TARQVIN gone away. But Lady, if your maide may be fo bold, Shee would request to know your heauineffe: (O peace quoth LYCRECE)if it should be told, The repetition cannot make it leffe: For more it is, then I can well expreffe, And that deepe torture may be cal'd a Hell, VWhen more is felt then one hath power to tell. Go get mee hither paper, inke, and pen, Yet faue that labour, for I haue them heare, (VVhat should I say) one of my husbauds men Bid thou be readie, by and by, to beare A letter to my Lord, my Loue, my Deare, Bid him with speede prepare to carrie it, The caufe craues haft, and it will foone be writ. Her II. 1275—1295 <!-- [Page 262](arke:01KG6QE9JFJXXHSDYNYXZCEGPQ) --> # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE. Her maide is gone, and shee prepares to write, First houering ore the paper with her quill: Conceipt and griefc an eager combat fight, VVhat wit fets downe is blotted straight with will. This is too curious good, this blunt and ill, Much like a press of people at a dore, ,Throng her inuentions which shall go before. At last shee thus begins: thou worthie Lord, Of that vnworthie wife that greeteth thee, Health to thy person, next, vouch safe t'afford (If euer loue, thy LVCRECE thou wilt fee,) Some present speed, to come and visite me: So I commend me, from our house in griefe, My woes are tedious, though my words are brief. Here folds shee vp the tenure of her woe, Her certaine forrow writ vncertainly, By this short Cedule CO LATINE may know Her griefe, but not her griefes true quality, Shee dares not thereof make discourcy, Lest he should hold it her own gruffe abuse, Ere she with bloud had stain'd her stain'd excuse. II. 1296—1316 <!-- [Page 263](arke:01KG6QE9JE56KBGH47M656VFMG) --> # THE RAPE OF LYCRECE. Besides the life and feeling of her passion, Shee hoords to spend, when he is by to heare her, VWhen sighs, &amp; grones, &amp; tears may grace the faith: Of her disgrace, the better so to cleare her From that suspicio which the world might bear her. To shun this blot, shee would not blot the letter VWith words, till action might becom the better. To see sad sights, moues more then heare them told, For then the eye interpretes to the ear The heauie motion that it doth behold, VWhen euerie part, a part of woe doth beare. Tis but a part of sorrow that we heare, Deep sounds make lesser noise the shallow swords, And sorrow ebs, being blown with wind of words. Her letter now is seal'd, and on it writ At ARDEA to my Lord with more then hast, The Post attends, and shee deliuers it, Charging the sowr-fac'd groome, to high as fast As lagging sowles before the Northerne blasts, Speed more then speed, but dul &amp; slow she deems, Extremity still vrgeth such extremes. The II. 1317—1337 <!-- [Page 264](arke:01KG6QE9PC0NS4A7TT5JRM4K72) --> # THE RAPE OF LYCRECE. The homelie villaine cursies to her low, And blushing on her with a stedfast eye, Receaues the scroll without or yea or no, And forth with bashfull innocence doth hie. But they whose guilt within their bosomes lie, Imagine euerie eye beholds their blame, For Lycrece thought, he blusht to see her shame. VWhen seelie Groome (God wot) it was defect Offpirite, life, and bold audacitie, Such harmfelse creatures haue a true respect To talke in deeds, while others saucilie Promise more speed, but do it leysurelie. Euen so this patterne of the worne-out age, Pawn'd honest looks, but laid no words to gage.

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