{"id":"01KG6S6TNKP0FDATEN82HP9QWG","cid":"bafkreifuoj6s3yix6wivkxrueiagjw6nczwe2b5h4es57y5oayrzoyf5xe","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":6456,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:48.288Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 4","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":6347,"text":"V Vhy should the priuate pleasure of some one\nBecome the publicke plague of manie moe?\nLet finne alone committed, light alone\nVppon his head that hath transgressed so.\nLet guiltlesse soules be freed from guilty woe,\nFor ones offence why should so many fall?\nTo plague a priuate finne in generall.\n\n11. 1464—1484\n\n\n# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.\n\nLo here weeps HECVBA, here PRIAM dies,\nHere manly HECTOR faints, here TROYLVs found;\nHere friend by friend in bloudie channel lies:\nAnd friend to friend giues vnaduised wounds,\nAnd one mans lust thefe manie liues confounds.\n, Had doting PRIAM check this sons desire,\nTROY had bin bright with Fame, & not with fire.\n\nHere feelingly she weeps TROYES painted woes,\nFor sorrow, like a beauie hanging Bell,\nOnce set on ringing, with his own waight goes,\nThen little strength rings out the dolefull knell,\nSo LVCRECE set a worke, sad tales doth tell\nTo pencel'd pensuenees, & colour'd sorrow, (row,\nShe lends them words, & she their looks doth bor-\n\nShee throwes her eyes about the painting round,\nAnd who shee finds forlorne, shee doth lament:\nAt last shee fees a wretched image bound,\nThat piteous lookes, to Phrygian sheapheards lent,\nHis face though full of cares, yet shew'd content,\nOnward to TROY with the blunt swains he goes,\nSo mild that patience seem'd to scorne his woes.\n\nll. 1485—1505\n\n\n# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.\n\nIn him the Painter labour'd with his skill\nTo hide deceipt, and giue the harmlelfe show\nAn humble gate, calme looks, eyes wayling still,\nA brow vrnbent that seem'd to welcome wo,\nCheeks neither red, nor pale, but mingled so,\nThat blushing red, no guiltie instance gaue,\nNor aßhie pale, the feare that falfe hearts haue.\n\nBut like a constant and confirmed Deuill,\nHe entertain'd a show, so seeming iuß,\nAnd therein so enßonc't his secret euill,\nThat Iealousie it selfe could not mißtrußt,\nFalfe creeping Craft, and Periurie should thrust\nInto so bright a daie, such blackfac'd storms,\nOr blot with Hell-born fin such Saint-like forms.\n\nThe well-skill'd workman this milde Image drew\nFor periur'd SINON, whose inchaunting storie\nThe credulous old PRIAM after slew.\nVVhofe words like wild fire burnt the shining glorie\nOfrich-built ILLION, that the skies were sorie,\nAnd little stars shot from their fixed places,\nVVhë their glas fel, wherin they view'd their faces.\n\n11. 1506—1526\n\n\n# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.\n\nThis picture shee aduïedly perus'd,\nAnd chid the Painter for his wondrous skill:\nSaying, some shape in SINONS was abus'd,\nSo faire a forme lodg'd not a mind so ill,\nAnd still on him shee gaz'd, and gazing still,\nSuch signes of truth in his plaine face shee spied,\nThat shee concludes, the Picture was belied.\n\nIt cannot be (quoth she) that so much guile,\n(Shee would haue said) can lurke in such a looke:\nBut TARQVINS shape, came in her mind the while,\nAnd from her tongue, can lurk, from cannot, tooke\nIt cannot be, shee in that sence forsooke,\nAnd turn'd it thus, it cannot be I find,\nBut such a face should beare a wicked mind.\n\nFor euen as subtilt SINON here is painted,\nSo sober sad, so wearie, and so milde,\n(As if with griefe or trauaile he had fainted)\nTo me came TARQVIN armed to beguild\nVVith outward honestie, but yet defild\nVVith inward vice, as PRIAM him did cherish:\nSo did I TARQVIN, so my Troy did perish.\n\nLooke\n\nII. 1527—1547\n\n\n# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.\n\nLooke looke how listning **PRIAM** wets his eyes,\nTo see those borrowed teares that **SINON** sheeds,\n**PRIAM** why art thou old, and yet not wise?\nFor euerie teare he fals a Troian bleeds:\nHis eye drops fire, no water shence proceeds,\nThose roud clear pearls of his that moue thy pitty,\nAre bals of quenchlesse fire to burne thy City.\n","title":"Chunk 4"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S4F436ST5PDN9YJ2YBYD0","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S6TNFDDGFAFMYD32W70MC","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6S6TNKQYXX2ZTTKNNS1CG4","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:50.867Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:24:56.175Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}