{"id":"01KG6S6TNQZJV2RKYKT6CTDSFF","cid":"bafkreibb5peiuoq7orpxkg55t4pse3f37ih356tpntyywaijapv27rgjiy","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":6860,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:48.288Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 8","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":6751,"text":"<!-- [Page 284](arke:01KG6QE9P479YRWNB1KJ4GPMT3) -->\n# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE\n\nPoore broken glass, I often did behold\nIn thy sweet semblance, my old age new borne,\nBut now that faire fresh mirror dim and old\nShews me a bare bond death by time out-worne,\nO from thy cheekes my image thou hast torne,\nAnd shiuerd all the beautie of my glass,\nThat I no more can see what once I was.\n\nO time cease thou thy course and last no longer,\nIf they surcease to be that should suruiue:\nShall rotten death make conquest of the stronger,\nAnd leaue the foultring feeble foules aliue?\nThe old Bees die, the young possesse their hiue,\nThen liue sweet LVCRECE, liue againe and see\nThy father die, and not thy father thee.\n\nBy this starts COLATINE as from a dreame,\nAnd bids LVCRECIVS giue his sorrow place,\nAnd than in key-cold LVCRECE bleeding streame\nHe fals, and bathes the pale seare in his face,\nAnd counterfaits to die with her a space.\nTill manly shame bids him possesse his breath,\nAnd liue to be rewenged on her death.\n\nM 3\n\n11. 1758—1778\n\n<!-- [Page 285](arke:01KG6QE9Q9D631K56NX67THRJ0) -->\n# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.\n\nThe deepe vexation of his inward foule,\nHath feru'd a dumbe arrest vpon his tongue,\nVVho mad that sorrow should his vfe controll,\nOr keepe him from heart-easing words so long,\nBegins to talke, but through his lips do throng\n-VVeake words, so thick come in his poor harts aid,\nThat no man could distinguish what he said.\n\nYet sometime TARQVIN was pronounced plaine,\nBut through his teeth, as if the name he tore,\nThis windie tempest, till it blow vp raine,\nHeld backe his sorrowes tide, to make it more.\nAt last it raines, and busie windes giue ore,\nThen sonne and father weep with equall strife,\nVVho shuld weep most for daughter or for wife.\n\nThe one doth call her his, the other his,\nYet neither may possesse the claime they lay.\nThe father saies, shee's mine, ô mine shee is\nReplies her husband, do not take away\nMy sorrowes interest, let no mourner say\nHe weepes for her, for shee was onely mine,\nAnd onelie must be wayl'd by COLATINS.\n\nO,\n\nII. 1779—1799\n\n<!-- [Page 286](arke:01KG6QE9NT2NFZE379CGBN22Z0) -->\n# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.\n\nO, quoth LvcreTIVS, I did giue that life\nV Vhich shee to carely and too late hath spil'd.\nV Voe woe, quoth CoLATINE, shee was my wife,\nI owed her, and tis mine that shee hath kil'd.\nMy daughter and my wife with clamors fild\nThe dispert aire, who holding Lvcrece life,\nAnswer'd their cries, my daughter and my wife.\n\nBrvtvs who pluck't the knife from Lvcrece fide,\nSeeing such emulation in their woe,\nBegan to cloath his wit in state and pride,\nBurying in Lvcrece wound his follies show,\nHe with the Romains was esteemed so\nAs feelie ieering idiots are with Kings,\nFor sportiue words, and vttring foolish things.\n\nBut now he throws that shallow habit by,\nV Vherein deepe pollicie did him disguise,\nAnd arm'd his long hid wits aduifedlie,\nTo checke the teares in CoLATINVs eies.\nThou wronged Lord of Rome, quoth he, arife,\n&gt; Let my vnsounded felfe suppos'd a foole,\nNow set thy long experienc't wit to schoole.\n\nII. 1800—1820\n\n<!-- [Page 287](arke:01KG6QE9RXE8CT57XRGEC8Q0MV) -->\n# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.\n\n- Why Colatine, is woe the cure for woe?\n- Do wounds helpe wounds, or griefe helpe greeuous\n- Is it reuenge to giue thy felfe a blow,\n(deeds?) For his fowle Act, by whom thy faire wife bleeds?\n- Such childish humor from weake minds proceeds,\n- Thy wretched wife mistooke the matter fo,\n- To flaie her felfe that should haue flaine her Foe.\n\n- Couragious Romaine, do not fteepe thy hart\n- In fuch relenting dew of Lamentations,\nBut kneele with me and helpe to beare thy part,\nTo rowfe our Romaine Gods with inuocations,\nThat they will fuffer thefe abhominations.\n(Since Rome her felf in the doth stand disgraced,)\nBy our strong arms fro forth her fair streets chaced.\n","title":"Chunk 8"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S4F436ST5PDN9YJ2YBYD0","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S6TNQM1QDE8GPCPDWVH21","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6S6V6WCSYK6RYYE9CK4YVG","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:50.871Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:24:56.501Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}