{"id":"01KG6S6TNKQYXX2ZTTKNNS1CG4","cid":"bafkreiegny7e7ujwka7ok7f7u72zloctcy3ovlmena5c3vhj6lpll2l3be","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":6556,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:48.288Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 5","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":6446,"text":"\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\nSuch Deuils steale effects from lightlesse Hell,\nFor **SINON** in his fire doth quake with cold,\nAnd in that cold hot burning fire doth dwell,\nThese contraries such vnitie do hold,\nOnly to flatter fooles, and make them bold,\nSo **PRIAMS** trust false **SINONS** teares doth flatter,\nThat he finds means to burne his Troy with water.\n\nHere all inrag’d such passion her assailes,\nThat patience is quite beaten from her breast,\nShee tears the fenceleffe **SINON** with her nailes,\nComparing him to that vahappie guest,\nVVhose deede hath made herfelse, herfelse detest,\nAt last shee smilingly with this giues ore,\nFoole fool, quoth she, his wounds wil not be fore.\n\nL 2\n\nll. 1548—1568\n\n\n# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.\n\nThus ebs and flows the currant of her sorrow,\nAnd time doth wearie time with her complayning,\nShee looks for night, & then shee longs for morrow,\nAnd both shee thinks too long with her remayning.\nShort time seems long, in sorrowes sharp sustayning,\nThough wo be heauie, yet it se'dome sleepes,\nAnd they that watch, see time, how slow it creeps.\n\nVVhich all this time hath ouerflipt her thought,\nThat shee with painted Images hath spent,\nBeing from the feeling of her own griefe brought,\nBy deepe surmife of others detriment,\nLoofing her woes in shews of discontent:\nIt easeth some, though none it euer cured,\nTo thinke their dolour others haue endured.\n\nBut now the mindfull Messenger come backe,\nBrings home his Lord and other companie.\nVVho finds his LVCRECE clad in mourning black,\nAnd round about her teare-diftained eye\nBlew circles stream'd, like Rain-bows in the skie.\nThefe watergalls in her dim Element,\nForetell new stormes to thofe alreadie spent.\nVVhich\n\n11. 1569—1589\n\n\n# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.\n\nVVhich when her fad beholding husband faw,\nAmazedlie in her fad face he fares:\nHer eyes though fod in tears look'd red and raw,.\nHer liuelie colour kil'd with deadlie cares,\nHe hath no power to aske her how thee fares,\nBoth flood like old acquaintance in a trance,\nMet far from home, wondring ech others chance.\n\nAt laft he takes her by the bloudleffe hand,\nAnd thus begins: what vncouth ill euent\nHath thee befalne, that thou doft trembling ftand?\nSweet loue what spite hath thy faire colour fpent?\nVVhy art thou thus attir'd in discontent?\nVnmaske deare deare, this moodie heauineffe,\nAnd tell thy griefe, that we may giue redreffe.\n\nThree times with fighes thee giues her forrow fire,\nEre once thee can discharge one word of woe:\nAt length addreft to answer his defire,\nShee modestlie prepares, to let them know\nHer Honor is tane prisoner by the Foe,\nVVhile COLATINE and his comforted Lords,\nVVith fad attention long to heare her words.\n\nL 3\n\nll. 1590—1610\n\n\n# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE\n\nAnd now this pale Swan in her warrie nest,\nBegins the sad Dirge of her certaine ending,\nFew words (quoth shee) shall fit the trespasse best,\nVVhere no excuse can giue the fault amending.\nIn me moe woes then words are now depending,\nAnd my laments would be drawn out too long,\nTo tell them all with one poore tired tong.\n\nThen be this all the taske it hath to say,\nDeare husband in the interest of thy bed\nAstranger came, and on that pillow lay,\nVVhere thou wast wont to rest thy wearie head,\nAnd what wrong else may be imagined,\nBy foule enforcement might be done to me,\nFrom that (alas) thy LVCRECE is not free.\n","title":"Chunk 5"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S4F436ST5PDN9YJ2YBYD0","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S6TNKP0FDATEN82HP9QWG","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6S6TNQT772M17QHNFRPRS5","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:50.867Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:24:56.486Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}