Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)
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THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
435His drumming heart cheares vp his burning eye,
¶His eye commends the leading to his hand;
¶His hand as proud of such a dignitie,
¶Smoaking with pride, marcht on, to make his stand
¶On her bare brest, the heart of all her land;
¶They mustring to the quiet Cabinet,
445And fright her with confusion of their cries.
¶Shee much amaz'd breakes ope her lockt vp eyes,
¶_Are by his flaming torch dim'd and controld.
¶Imagine her as one in dead of night,
450From forth dull sleepe by dreadfull fancie waking,
VVrapt
