{"id":"01KG6S6TNFKZKSZYD81AAMZ3TM","cid":"bafkreidt72rjbbtx4xtco6lf55szol7wmzf2vew3iuiuw7cj2dbmavvh4y","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":6265,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:48.288Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 2","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":6151,"text":"Imagine 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\nHis kindled duetie kindled her mistrust,\nThat two red fires in both their faces blazed,\nShee thought he blusht, as knowing TARQYINS lust,\nAnd blushing with him, wittlie on him gazed,\nHer earnest eye did make him more amazed.\nThe more shee saw the bloud his cheeks replenish,\nThe more she thought he spied in her som blemish.\n\nK\n\nll. 1338—1358\n\n\n# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.\n\nPut long shee thinkes till he returne againe,\nAnd yet the dutious vaffall scarce is gone,\nThe wearie time shee cannot entertain,\nFor now tis stale to figh, to weepe, and grone,\nSo woe hath wearied woe, mone tired mone,\nThat shee her plaints a little while doth stay,\nPawfing for means to mourne fome newer way.\n\nAt laff shee cals to mind where hangs a peece\nOf skilfull painting, made for PRIAMS Troy,\nBefore the which is drawn the power of Greece,\nFor HELENS rape, the Cittie to deftroy,\nThreatning cloud-kiffing ILLION with annoy,\nVWhich the conceipted Painter drew fo prowd,\nAs Heauen (it seemd) to kiffe the turrets bow'd.\n\nA thoufand lamentable obiects there,\nIn fcorne of Nature, Art gaue liueleffe life,\nMany a dry drop seem'd a weeping teare,\nShed for the flaughtred husband by the wife.\nThe red bloud reek'd to shew the Painters ftrife,\nAnd dying eyes gleem'd forth their aghie lights,\nLike dying coales burnt out in tedious nights.\n\nThere\n\nII. 1359—1379\n\n\n# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.\n\nThere might you see the labouring Pyoner\nBeglim'd with sweat, and smeared all with dust,\nAnd from the towres of Troy, there would appeare\nThe verie eyes of men through loop-holes thrust,\nGazing vppon the Greekes with little lust,\nSuch sweet obseruance in this worke was had,\nThat one might see those farre of eyes looke sad.\n\nIn great commaunders, Grace, and Maiestie;\nYou might behold triumphing in their faces;\nIn you:h quick-bearing and dexteritie,\nAnd here and there the Painter interlaces\nPale cowards marching on with trembling paces.\nV Which hartlesse peataunts did so wel resemble,\nThat one would swear he saw them quake & treble.\n\nIn Aiax and VlysseS, ó what Art\nOf Phifogonony might one behold!\nThe face of eyther cypher'd eythers heart,\nTheir face, their manners most expreflie told,\nIn Aiax eyes blunt rage and rigour rold,\nBut the mild glance that flie VlysseS lent,\nShewed deeper regard and smiling gouernment.\n\nK 2\n\nII. 1380—1400\n\n\n# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.\n\nThere pleading might you see graue NESTOR stand,\nAs twere encouraging the Greekes to fight,\nMaking such sober action with his hand,\nThat it beguild attention, charm'd the fight,\nIn speech it seemd his beard, all siluer white,\nV Vag'd vp and downe, and from his lips did flie,\nThin winding breath which purl'd vp to the skie.\n\nAbout him were a presse of gaping faces,\nV V which seem'd to swallow vp his sound advice,\nAll ioyntlie listning, but with seuerall graces,\nAs if some Marmaide did their eares intice,\nSome high, some low, the Painter was so nice.\nThe scalpes of manie, almost hid behind,\nTo iump vp higher seem'd to mock the mind.\n\nHere one mans hand leand on another's head,\nHis nose being shadowed by his neighbours care,\nHere one being throng'd, bears back all boln, & red,\nAnother smotherd, seemes to pelt and sweare,\nAnd in their rage such signes of rage they bear,\nAs but for loose of NESTORs golden words,\nIt seem'd they would debate with angrie swords.\nFor\n\n11. 1401—1421\n","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S4F436ST5PDN9YJ2YBYD0","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S6TNE97CF2ACZRAVV8RXV","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6S6TNFDDGFAFMYD32W70MC","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:50.863Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:24:56.109Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}