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- THE RAPE
OELVCRECE.
So
let
thy
thoughts
low
vaffals
to
thy
ftatc,
No
more
quoth hc^by
Heauen
I
will
nothcarc
thee.
Yeeld
to
my
loue,
if
not
iiiforccd
hate,
In fteed
of
loucs
coy
tutch
Ihall
rudelic
tcare
thee.
That done,
defpitefullic
I
meanc
to
bcare
thee
Vnto
the bafe
bed
of
fome
rafcall
groome,
To
be thy
partner
in this
ihamefull
doome.
This
faid,
he
fets
his
foote
vppon
the light,^
For
light
and
luft
are
deadlic
enemies,
Shame
folded
vp
in
blind
concealing
night.
When
moft vnicenc,
then
moft doth tyrannize.
The
wolfe hath
ceazd
hi
>
pray,
the
poor Iamb
cries,Till
with her
own
white
fleece
her
voice controld,
Intombesheroutcrie
in
her
lips
fweetfold.
For
with the nightlie linrienthat (hee
weares,
He
pens
her
piteous
clamors
in
her
head,
Cooling
his
hot
face
in
the
chafteft
teares.
That
euer
modeft
eyes
with
forrow fhed.
Othat prone
luftftiould
ftaincfo pure
a
bed,
The
fpots
whereof
could
weeping
purifie,
Her
tears
Ihould
drop
on
them
perpetuallic.
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