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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
Her maide is gone, and shee prepares to write,
First houering ore the paper with her quill:
Conceipt and griefc an eager combat fight,
VVhat wit fets downe is blotted straight with will.
This is too curious good, this blunt and ill,
Much like a press of people at a dore,
,Throng her inuentions which shall go before.
At last shee thus begins: thou worthie Lord,
Of that vnworthie wife that greeteth thee,
Health to thy person, next, vouch safe t'afford
(If euer loue, thy LVCRECE thou wilt fee,)
Some present speed, to come and visite me:
So I commend me, from our house in griefe,
My woes are tedious, though my words are brief.
Here folds shee vp the tenure of her woe,
Her certaine forrow writ vncertainly,
By this short Cedule CO LATINE may know
Her griefe, but not her griefes true quality,
Shee dares not thereof make discourcy,
Lest he should hold it her own gruffe abuse,
Ere she with bloud had stain'd her stain'd excuse.
II. 1296—1316
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