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- # THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
For some hard sauour'd Groome of thine, quoth he,
Vnleffe thou yoke thy liking to my will
Ile murther straight, and then ile slaughter thee,
And sweare I sound you where you did fulfill
The lothsome act of Lust, and so did kill
The lechors in their deed, this Act will be
My Fame, and thy perpetuall infamy.
VVith this I did begin to start and cry,
And then against my heart he set his sword,
Swearing, vnleffe I tooke all patiently,
I should not liue to speake another word.
So should my shame still rest vpon record,
And neuer be forgot in mightie Roome
Th'adulterat death of Lycrece, and her Groome.
Mine enemy was strong, my poore selfe weake,
(And farre the weaker with so strong a seare)
My bloudie Iudge forbod my tongue to speake,
No rightfull plea might plead for justice there.
His scarlet Lust came euidence to sweare
That my poore beautie had purloin'd his eyes,
And when the Iudge is rob'd, the pritioner dies.
II. 1632—1652
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