{"id":"01KG6S5MTBZGGJG2SQSW06MWB0","cid":"bafkreihgpv6imuslmu3bn7hv4zl4rvccc4ie6xoqh246t3kns5s6yq7eky","type":"section","properties":{"description":"# D 3\n\n## Overview\nSection \"D 3\" is a segment of the poem \"The Rape of Lucrece,\" extracted from a larger text file. It contains lines 4820 through 4913 of the original document.\n\n## Context\nThis section is part of the chapter titled \"[THE RAPE OF LYCRECE](arke:01KG6S4F3WH60R5P15Z7KM8ZS6)\". The chapter itself is contained within a collection named \"[PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y)\". The text was extracted from the file \"[pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA)\". This section follows \"D 2\" and precedes other content within the chapter.\n\n## Contents\nSection \"D 3\" comprises poetic verses that continue the narrative of \"The Rape of Lucrece.\" The text describes Lucrece's internal turmoil and her confrontation with Tarquin. It includes passages such as:\n\n\"His drumming heart cheares up his burning eye,\nHis eye commends the leading to his hand;\nHis hand as proud of such a dignitie,\nSmoaking with pride, marcht on, to make his stand\nOn her bare brett, the heart of all her land;\"\n\nand\n\n\"Imagine her as one in dead of night,\nFrom forth dull sleepe by dreadfull fancie waking,\nThat thinkes shee hath beheld some gafflie sprite,\nVVhose grim aspect sets euerie ioint a shaking,\"\n\nThe verses detail Lucrece's fear and confusion, Tarquin's persistent advances, and his justifications for his actions, emphasizing his desire for her beauty over reason or duty.","description_generated_at":"2026-01-30T06:26:02.596Z","description_model":"gemini-2.5-flash-lite","description_title":"D 3","end_line":4913,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:08.801Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"D 3","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":4820,"text":"D 3\n\nII. 414—434\n\n\n# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.\n\nHis drumming heart cheares up his burning eye,\nHis eye commends the leading to his hand;\nHis hand as proud of such a dignitie,\nSmoaking with pride, marcht on, to make his stand\nOn her bare brett, the heart of all her land;\nVVhose ranks of blew vains as his hand did scale.\nLeft their round turrets destitute and pale.\n\nThey mustring to the quiet Cabinet,\nVVhere their deare gouerneffe and ladie lies,\nDo tell her shee is dreadfullie beset,\nAnd fright her with confusion of their cries.\nShee much amaz'd breakes ope her lockt up eyes,\nVVho peeping foorth this tumult to behold,\nAre by his flaming torch dim'd and controld.\n\nImagine her as one in dead of night,\nFrom forth dull sleepe by dreadfull fancie waking,\nThat thinkes shee hath beheld some gafflie sprite,\nVVhose grim aspect sets euerie ioint a shaking,\nVVhat terror tis: but shee in worser taking,\nFrom sleepe disturbed, heedfullie doth view\nThe sight which makes supposed terror trew.\n\nVVrapt\n\nII. 435—455\n\n\n# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE\n\nVV rapt and confounded in a thousand feares,\nLike to a new kild bird, shee trembling lies:\nShee dares not looke, yet winking there appears.\nQuicke-shifting Antiques vglie in her eyes.\n“Such shadowes are the weake, brains forgeries,\nVVho angrie that the eyes flie from their lights,\nIn darknes daunts the with more dreadful lights.\n\nHis hand that yet remaines vppon her breft,\n(Rude Ram to batter such an luorie wall:)\nMay feele her heart (poore Citizen) distrest,\nVVounding it felle to death, rise vp and fall.\nBeating her bulke, that his hand shakes with all.\nThis moues in him more rage and lesser pittie,\nTo make the breach and enter this sweet City.\n\nFirst like a Trompet doth his tongue begin,\nTo found a parlie to his heart lesse foe,\nVVho ore the white sheet peers her whiter chin,\nThe reason of this rash allarme to know,\nVVhich he by dum demeanor seekes to show.\nBut shee wish vehement prayers vrgethstill,\nVnder what colour he commits this ill.\n\nII. 456—476\n\n\n# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.\n\nThus he replies, the colour in thy face,\nThat euen for anger makes the Lilly pale,\nAnd the red rose blush at her owne disgrace,\nShall plead for me and tell my louing tale.\nVnder that colour am I come to scale\nThy neuer conquered Fort, the fault is thine,\nFor those thine eyes betray thee unto mine.\n\nThus I forestall thee, if thou meane to chide,\nThy beauty hath ensnard thee to this night,\nVVhere thou with patience must my will abide,\nMy will that markes thee for my earths delight,\nVVhich I to conquer fought with all my might.\nBut as reproose and reason beat it dead,\nBy thy bright beautie was it newlie bred.\n\nI see what crosses my attempt will bring,\nI know what thornes the growing rose depends,\nI think the honie garded with a sting,\nAll this before-hand counsell comprehends.\nBut V Vill is dease, and hears no heedsfull friends,\nOnely he hath an eye to gaze on Beautie,\nAnd dotes on what he looks, gainst law or ducty.\n\nII. 477–497\n\n","title":"D 3"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S4F3WH60R5P15Z7KM8ZS6","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S5MT99KHGNGCHMR9WT8HC","peer_type":"section","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:12.107Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:26:02.805Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF5C36SQEVDHC9CBNZZJH9K"}}