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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
Deare Lord of that deare iewell I haue loft,
VVhat legacie shall I bequeath to thee?
My refolution loue shall be thy boft,
By whose example thou reueng'd mayft be.
How TARQVIN muft be vfd, read it in me,
My felfe thy friend will kill my felfe thy fo,
And for my fake ferue thou falfe TARQVIN fo.
This briefe abridgement of my will I make,
My foule and bodie to the skies and ground:
My refolution Husband doe thou take,
Mine Honor be the knifes that makes my wound,
My shame be his that did my Fame confound;
And all my Fame that liues disbursed be,
To those that liue and thinke no shame of me.
Thou COLATINE shalt ouerfee this will,
How was I ouerfeene that thou shalt fee it?
My bloud shall wash the sclander of mine ill,
My liues foule deed my lifes faire end shall free it.
Faint not faint heart, but stoutlie fay fo be it,
Yeeld to my hand, my hand shall conquer thee,
Thou dead, both die, and both shall victors be.
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II. 1191—1211
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