{"id":"01KG6S6TNE97CF2ACZRAVV8RXV","cid":"bafkreibhfddqavhdxr54hc7pwqy7zut7ebizafhny33w2aqegxsf3zdy3q","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":6161,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:48.288Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":6053,"text":"# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.\n\nEut tell me girle, when went (and there shee ftaide,\nTill after a dcepe grone) TARQVIN from hence,\nMadame ere I was vp (repli'd the maide,)\nThe more to blame my fluggard negligence.\nYet with the fault I thus farre can dispence:\nMy felfe was flirring ere the breake of day,\nAnd ere I rofe was TARQVIN gone away.\n\nBut Lady, if your maide may be fo bold,\nShee would request to know your heauineffe:\n(O peace quoth LYCRECE)if it should be told,\nThe repetition cannot make it leffe:\nFor more it is, then I can well expreffe,\nAnd that deepe torture may be cal'd a Hell,\nVWhen more is felt then one hath power to tell.\n\nGo get mee hither paper, inke, and pen,\nYet faue that labour, for I haue them heare,\n(VVhat should I say) one of my husbauds men\nBid thou be readie, by and by, to beare\nA letter to my Lord, my Loue, my Deare,\nBid him with speede prepare to carrie it,\nThe caufe craues haft, and it will foone be writ.\n\nHer\n\nII. 1275—1295\n\n<!-- [Page 262](arke:01KG6QE9JFJXXHSDYNYXZCEGPQ) -->\n# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.\n\nHer maide is gone, and shee prepares to write,\nFirst houering ore the paper with her quill:\nConceipt and griefc an eager combat fight,\nVVhat wit fets downe is blotted straight with will.\nThis is too curious good, this blunt and ill,\nMuch like a press of people at a dore,\n,Throng her inuentions which shall go before.\n\nAt last shee thus begins: thou worthie Lord,\nOf that vnworthie wife that greeteth thee,\nHealth to thy person, next, vouch safe t'afford\n(If euer loue, thy LVCRECE thou wilt fee,)\nSome present speed, to come and visite me:\nSo I commend me, from our house in griefe,\nMy woes are tedious, though my words are brief.\n\nHere folds shee vp the tenure of her woe,\nHer certaine forrow writ vncertainly,\nBy this short Cedule CO LATINE may know\nHer griefe, but not her griefes true quality,\nShee dares not thereof make discourcy,\nLest he should hold it her own gruffe abuse,\nEre she with bloud had stain'd her stain'd excuse.\n\nII. 1296—1316\n\n<!-- [Page 263](arke:01KG6QE9JE56KBGH47M656VFMG) -->\n# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.\n\nBesides the life and feeling of her passion,\nShee hoords to spend, when he is by to heare her,\nVWhen sighs, &amp; grones, &amp; tears may grace the faith:\nOf her disgrace, the better so to cleare her\nFrom that suspicio which the world might bear her.\nTo shun this blot, shee would not blot the letter\nVWith words, till action might becom the better.\n\nTo see sad sights, moues more then heare them told,\nFor then the eye interpretes to the ear\nThe heauie motion that it doth behold,\nVWhen euerie part, a part of woe doth beare.\nTis but a part of sorrow that we heare,\nDeep sounds make lesser noise the shallow swords,\nAnd sorrow ebs, being blown with wind of words.\n\nHer letter now is seal'd, and on it writ\nAt ARDEA to my Lord with more then hast,\nThe Post attends, and shee deliuers it,\nCharging the sowr-fac'd groome, to high as fast\nAs lagging sowles before the Northerne blasts,\nSpeed more then speed, but dul &amp; slow she deems,\nExtremity still vrgeth such extremes.\n\nThe\n\nII. 1317—1337\n\n<!-- [Page 264](arke:01KG6QE9PC0NS4A7TT5JRM4K72) -->\n# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.\n\nThe homelie villaine cursies to her low,\nAnd blushing on her with a stedfast eye,\nReceaues the scroll without or yea or no,\nAnd forth with bashfull innocence doth hie.\nBut they whose guilt within their bosomes lie,\nImagine euerie eye beholds their blame,\nFor Lycrece thought, he blusht to see her shame.\n\nVWhen seelie Groome (God wot) it was defect\nOffpirite, life, and bold audacitie,\nSuch harmfelse creatures haue a true respect\nTo talke in deeds, while others saucilie\nPromise more speed, but do it leysurelie.\nEuen so this patterne of the worne-out age,\nPawn'd honest looks, but laid no words to gage.\n","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S4F436ST5PDN9YJ2YBYD0","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S6TNFKZKSZYD81AAMZ3TM","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:50.862Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:24:56.079Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}