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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
Here with a sigh as if her heart would break,
Shee throwes forth TARQVINS name:he he, she saies,
But more then he, her poore tong could not speak,
Till after manie accents and delaies,
-Vntimelie breathings, sicke and short affairs,
Shee veters this, he he faire Lords, tis he
That guides this hand to giue this wound to me.
- Euen here she sheathed in her harmless breast
- A harmfull knife, that thence her foule vnsheathed,
That blow did baile it from the deepe vnreft
Of that polluted prison, where it breathed:
- Her contrite sighes vnto the clouds bequeathed
- Hewinged sprite, & through her wouds doth flie
- Liues lasting date, from cancel'd destinie.
Stone still, astonish with this deadlie deed,
Stood COLATINE, and all his Lordly crew,
Till LVCRECE Father that beholds her bleed,
Himselfe, on her selfe-slaughtred bodie threw,
And from the purple fountaine BRVTVS drew
The murdrous knife, and as it left the place,
Her bloud in poore reuenge, held it in chase.
M 2
II. 1716—1736
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