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- # THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
Eut tell me girle, when went (and there shee ftaide,
Till after a dcepe grone) TARQVIN from hence,
Madame ere I was vp (repli'd the maide,)
The more to blame my fluggard negligence.
Yet with the fault I thus farre can dispence:
My felfe was flirring ere the breake of day,
And ere I rofe was TARQVIN gone away.
But Lady, if your maide may be fo bold,
Shee would request to know your heauineffe:
(O peace quoth LYCRECE)if it should be told,
The repetition cannot make it leffe:
For more it is, then I can well expreffe,
And that deepe torture may be cal'd a Hell,
VWhen more is felt then one hath power to tell.
Go get mee hither paper, inke, and pen,
Yet faue that labour, for I haue them heare,
(VVhat should I say) one of my husbauds men
Bid thou be readie, by and by, to beare
A letter to my Lord, my Loue, my Deare,
Bid him with speede prepare to carrie it,
The caufe craues haft, and it will foone be writ.
Her
II. 1275—1295
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