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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
As the poore frighted Deare that stands at gaze,
V Vildly determining which way to flie,
Or one incompaft with a winding maze,
That cannot tread the way out readily:
So with her felle is thee in mutinie,
To liue or die which of the twaine were better,
V Vhen life is fham'd and death reproches detter.
To kill my felle, quoth thee, alacke what were it,
But with my body my poore foules pollution?
They that loofe halfe with greater patience beare it,
Then they whofe whole is swallowed in confusion.
That mother tries a mercileffe conclusion,
V Vho hauing two fweet babes, when death takes
V Vill flay the other, and be nurfe to none. (one,
My bodie or my foule which was the dearer?
V Vhen the one pure, the other made deuine,
V Vhofe loue of eyther to my felle was nearer?
V Vhen both were kept for Heauen and Colatine:
Ay me, the Barke pild from the loftie Pine,
His leaues will wither, and his fap decay,
So muft my foule her barke being pild away.
Her
ll. 1149—1169
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