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- # THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
VVhich when her fad beholding husband faw,
Amazedlie in her fad face he fares:
Her eyes though fod in tears look'd red and raw,.
Her liuelie colour kil'd with deadlie cares,
He hath no power to aske her how thee fares,
Both flood like old acquaintance in a trance,
Met far from home, wondring ech others chance.
At laft he takes her by the bloudleffe hand,
And thus begins: what vncouth ill euent
Hath thee befalne, that thou doft trembling ftand?
Sweet loue what spite hath thy faire colour fpent?
VVhy art thou thus attir'd in discontent?
Vnmaske deare deare, this moodie heauineffe,
And tell thy griefe, that we may giue redreffe.
Three times with fighes thee giues her forrow fire,
Ere once thee can discharge one word of woe:
At length addreft to answer his defire,
Shee modestlie prepares, to let them know
Her Honor is tane prisoner by the Foe,
VVhile COLATINE and his comforted Lords,
VVith fad attention long to heare her words.
L 3
ll. 1590—1610
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