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- To iump vp higher seem'd to mock the mind.
Here one mans hand leand on another's head,
His nose being shadowed by his neighbours care,
Here one being throng'd, bears back all boln, & red,
Another smotherd, seemes to pelt and sweare,
And in their rage such signes of rage they bear,
As but for loose of NESTORs golden words,
It seem'd they would debate with angrie swords.
For
11. 1401—1421
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE
For much imaginative worke was there,
Conceipt deceitfull, fo compaÊt fo kinde,
That for ACHILLES image stood his speare
Grip't in an Armed hand, himfelfe behind
VVas left vnfeene, faue to the eye of mind,
A hand, a foote, a face, a leg, a head
Stood for the whole to be imagined.
And from the wals of strong besieged TROY, (field,
VVhen their braue hope, bold HECTOR march'd to
Stood manie Troian mothers sharing ioy,
To see their youthfull sons bright weapons wield,
And to their hope they such odde action yeeld,
That through their light ioy seemed to appeare,
(Like bright things staind) a kind of heauie seare.
And from the strond of DARDAN where they fought,
To SIMOIS reedie bankes the red bloud ran,
VVhose waues to imitate the battaile fought
VVith swelling ridges, and their rankes began
To breake vppon the galled shore, and than
Retire againe, till meeting greater ranckes
They ioine, & shoot their some at SIMOIS bancks.
K 3
ll. I422—I442
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# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
To this well painted peece is LYCRECE come,
To find a face where all distresse is steld,
Manie shee fees, where cares haue carued some;
But none where all distresse and dolor dweld,
Till shee dispayring HECVBA beheld,
Staring on PRIAMS wounds with her old eyes,
V Vhich bleeding under PIRRHYS proud foot lies.
In her the Painter had anathomiz'd
Times ruine, beauties wracke, and grim cares raign,
Her cheeks with chops and wrincles were disguiz'd,
Of what shee was, no semblance did remainc:
Her blew bloud chang'd to blacke in euerie vaine,
V Vanting the spring, that thofe shrunke pipes had
Shew'd life imprison'd in a bodie dead. (fed,
On this sad shadow LYCRECE spends her eyes,
And shapes her sorrow to the Beldames woes,
V Vho nothing wants to answer her but cries,
And bitter words to ban her cruell Foes.
The Painter was no God to lend her thofe,
And therefore LYCRECE swears he did her wrong,
To giue her so much griefe, and not a tong.
Poore
ll. 1443—1463
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# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE
Poore Instrument (quoth shee) without a sound,
Ile tune thy woes with my lamenting tongue,
And drop sweet Balme in PRIAMS painted wound,
And raile on PIRRHYS that hath done him wrong;
And with my tears quench Troy that burns so long;
And with my knife scratch out the angrie eyes,
Of all the Greekes that are thine enemies.
Shew me the strumpet that began this stur,
That with my nailes her beautie I may teare:
Thy heat of lust fond PARIS did incur
This lode of wrath, that burning Troy doth beare;
Thy eye kindled the fire that burneth here,
And here in Troy for trespasse of thine eye,
The Sire, the sonne, the Dame, and daughter die.
V Vhy should the priuate pleasure of some one
Become the publicke plague of manie moe?
Let finne alone committed, light alone
Vppon his head that hath transgressed so.
Let guiltlesse soules be freed from guilty woe,
For ones offence why should so many fall?
To plague a priuate finne in generall.
11. 1464—1484
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
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