{"id":"01KG6S6T5TB22RC8BCQ53NPKZ7","cid":"bafkreihvlpwbfpooige7gwd2nev74kkc3jssoketwsudvaf7vogjrclmvq","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":4484,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:48.288Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 3","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":4391,"text":"\n# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.\n\nThe ayme of all is but to nourfe the life,\nV Vith honor, wealth, and ease in wainying age:\nAnd in this ayme there is such thwarting strife,\nThat one for all, or all for one we gage:\nAs life for honour, in fell battalles rage,\nHonor for wealth, and oft that wealth doth cost\nThe death of all, and altogether lost.\n\nSo that in ventring ill, we leave to be\nThe things we are, for that which we expect:\nAnd this ambitious foule infirmitie,\nIn hauing much torments vs with defeat\nOf that we haue: so then we doe neglect\nThe thing we haue, and all for want of wit,\nMake something nothing, by augmenting it.\n\nSuch hazard now must doting T A R Q V I N make,\nPawning his honor to obtaine his lust,\nAnd for himselfe, himselfe he must forfake.\n\nThen where is truth if there be no selfe trust?\nV Vhen shall he thinke to find a stranger iust,\nV Vhen he himselfe, himselfe confounds, betraies,\nTo sclandrous tongues & wretched hateful daies?\n\nNow\n\nII. 141—161\n\n\n# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.\n\nNow stole vppon the time the dead of night,\nVV hen heauie fleecep had clofd vp mortall eyes,\nNo comfortable ftarre did lend his light,\nNo noise but Owles, & wolues death-boding cries:\nNow serues the season that they may surprise\nThe fillie Lambes, pure thoughts are dead & still,\nVVhile Luft and Murder wakes to staine and kill.\n\nAnd now this luftfull Lord leapt from his bed,\nThrowing his mantle rudely ore his arme,\nIs madly toft betweene defire and dred;\nTh'one sweetely flatters, th'other feareth harme,\nBut honest feare, bewicht with luftes foule charme,\nDoth too too oft betake him to retire,\nBeaten away by brainefickie rude defire.\n\n- His Faulchon on a flint he softly smiteth,\nThat from the could ftone sparkes of fire doe flie,\nVVhereat a waxen torch forthwith he lighteth,\nVVhich muft be lodeftarre to his luftfull eye.\nAnd to the flame thus speakes aduifedlie;\nAs from this cold flint I enforft this fire,\nSo Lycrece muft I force to my defire.\n\nC\n\nll. 162—182\n\n\n# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.\n\nHere pale with feare he doth premeditate,\nThe daungers of his lothsome enterprise:\nAnd in his inward mind he doth debate,\nVVhat following sorrow may on this arise.\nThen looking scornfully, he doth despise\nHis naked armour of still slaughtered lust,\nAnd lustly thus controlls his thoughts vniust.\n\nFaire torch burne out thy light, and lend it not\nTo darken her whose light excelleth thine:\nAnd die vnhallowed thoughts, before you blot\nVVith your vncleannesse, that which is deuine:\nOffer pure incense to so pure a shrine:\nLet faire humanitie abhor the deede,\nThat spots & stains loues modest snow-white weed.\n\nO shame to knighthood, and to shining Armes,\nO foule dishonor to my houthoulds graue:\nO impious act including all foule harmes.\nA martial man to be soft fancies slaue,\nTrue valour still a true respect should haue,\nThen my digression is so vile, so base,\nThat it will liue engrauen in my face.\n\nYea\n\n11. 183—203\n","title":"Chunk 3"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S4F41TRQPM1YD9S932QST","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S6T5RNDT4422KM351N122","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6S6T5TNJQ4HRZ9NRSCV651","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:50.362Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:24:55.926Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}