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- THE RAPE OFLVCRECE.
Which
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And
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frenzie thus
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forrow
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my
forrow
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power,
no
floud
by
raining flakctb^
My
woe
too
fencible
thy
paflion
maketh
More
fcehng
painfull,
let
it
than
fuffice
;
To drowne
on
woc,one
pairc
of
weeping
eyes.
And for my fake when I might charme thee (b,For
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now
attend
me,
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Thine, mine, his own/uppofe thou dod; defend me
From what is pad, the hcipe that thou Ibalt lend mc
Comes all too late,yetlet the Traytor die,
"For fparing luftice feeds iniquitie.
But ere I name him, you faire Lords, quoth (hee,
(Speaking to thofe that came with C o l a t i n e)
Shall plight your Honourable f liihs to me.
With fwift purfuit to ven^cihls wrong of mine,
For'tis a meritorious faire deiigne,
To chafe iniufticc with rcucnpcfull armcs,
^» Knights by their oaths ihould right poorc Ladies
M (harmes.
II.
1674 — 1694
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