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- # THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
V Vhy work'st thou mischiefe in thy Pilgrimage,
Vnleffe thou could't return to make amends?
One poore retyring minute in an age
V Vould purchase thee a thousand thousand friends,
Lending him wit that to bad detters lends, (backe,
O this dread night, would'st thou one howr come
I could preuen this storme, and shun thy wracke.
Thou ceafeleffe Jackie to Eternitie,
V Vith some mischancecroffe TARQVIN in his flight.
Deuife extrumes beyind extremitie,
To make him curse this cursed crimefull night.
Let gastly shadowes his lewd eyes affright,
And the dire thought of his committed euill,
Shape every both a hideous shapeleffe deuill.
Disturbe his hooves of rest with restleffe trances,
A fthit him in his bed with bedred grones,
Let there bechamee him pitifull mischances,
To make him mone, but pitie not his mones:
Stone him with hardened hearts harder then stones,
And let nuble women to him loose their mildneffe,
V Vilder to him then Tygers in their wildneffe.
II. 960—980
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