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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
The nourse to still her child will tell my storie,
And fright her crying babe with TARQVINS name.
The Orator to deck his oratorie,
V Vill couple my reproch to TARQVINS shame.
Feast-finding minstrels tuning my defame,
V Vill tie the hearers to attend ech line,
How TARQVIN wronged me, 1 COLATINE.
Let my good name, that fence leffe reputation,
For COLATINES deare loue be kept vns potted:
If that be made a theame for disputation,
The branches of another roote are rotted;
And vndeseru'd reproch to him alotted,
That is as cleare from this attaint of mine,
As I ere this was pure to COLATINE.
O vnfeene shame, inuisible disgrace,
O vnfelt sore, crest-wounding priuat scarre!
Reproch is stampt in COLATINVS face,
And TARQVINS eye maie read the mot a farre,
“How he in peace is wounded not in warre.
“Alas how manie beare fuch shamefull blowes,
V Vhich not théselues but he that giues thê knowes.
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ll. 813—833
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