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- 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.
Lo here weeps HECVBA, here PRIAM dies,
Here manly HECTOR faints, here TROYLVs found;
Here friend by friend in bloudie channel lies:
And friend to friend giues vnaduised wounds,
And one mans lust thefe manie liues confounds.
, Had doting PRIAM check this sons desire,
TROY had bin bright with Fame, & not with fire.
Here feelingly she weeps TROYES painted woes,
For sorrow, like a beauie hanging Bell,
Once set on ringing, with his own waight goes,
Then little strength rings out the dolefull knell,
So LVCRECE set a worke, sad tales doth tell
To pencel'd pensuenees, & colour'd sorrow, (row,
She lends them words, & she their looks doth bor-
Shee throwes her eyes about the painting round,
And who shee finds forlorne, shee doth lament:
At last shee fees a wretched image bound,
That piteous lookes, to Phrygian sheapheards lent,
His face though full of cares, yet shew'd content,
Onward to TROY with the blunt swains he goes,
So mild that patience seem'd to scorne his woes.
ll. 1485—1505
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# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
In him the Painter labour'd with his skill
To hide deceipt, and giue the harmlelfe show
An humble gate, calme looks, eyes wayling still,
A brow vrnbent that seem'd to welcome wo,
Cheeks neither red, nor pale, but mingled so,
That blushing red, no guiltie instance gaue,
Nor aßhie pale, the feare that falfe hearts haue.
But like a constant and confirmed Deuill,
He entertain'd a show, so seeming iuß,
And therein so enßonc't his secret euill,
That Iealousie it selfe could not mißtrußt,
Falfe creeping Craft, and Periurie should thrust
Into so bright a daie, such blackfac'd storms,
Or blot with Hell-born fin such Saint-like forms.
The well-skill'd workman this milde Image drew
For periur'd SINON, whose inchaunting storie
The credulous old PRIAM after slew.
VVhofe words like wild fire burnt the shining glorie
Ofrich-built ILLION, that the skies were sorie,
And little stars shot from their fixed places,
VVhë their glas fel, wherin they view'd their faces.
11. 1506—1526
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# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
This picture shee aduïedly perus'd,
And chid the Painter for his wondrous skill:
Saying, some shape in SINONS was abus'd,
So faire a forme lodg'd not a mind so ill,
And still on him shee gaz'd, and gazing still,
Such signes of truth in his plaine face shee spied,
That shee concludes, the Picture was belied.
It cannot be (quoth she) that so much guile,
(Shee would haue said) can lurke in such a looke:
But TARQVINS shape, came in her mind the while,
And from her tongue, can lurk, from cannot, tooke
It cannot be, shee in that sence forsooke,
And turn'd it thus, it cannot be I find,
But such a face should beare a wicked mind.
For euen as subtilt SINON here is painted,
So sober sad, so wearie, and so milde,
(As if with griefe or trauaile he had fainted)
To me came TARQVIN armed to beguild
VVith outward honestie, but yet defild
VVith inward vice, as PRIAM him did cherish:
So did I TARQVIN, so my Troy did perish.
Looke
II. 1527—1547
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# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
Looke looke how listning **PRIAM** wets his eyes,
To see those borrowed teares that **SINON** sheeds,
**PRIAM** why art thou old, and yet not wise?
For euerie teare he fals a Troian bleeds:
His eye drops fire, no water shence proceeds,
Those roud clear pearls of his that moue thy pitty,
Are bals of quenchlesse fire to burne thy City.
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