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THE RAPE
OF
LVCRECE.
And
now
this
pale
Swan
in
her
watrie
neft.
Begins
thcfad
Dirge
of
her
certaine
ending,
Few
words
(quoth
ftiee)
(hall
fit
the
trefpaffebeft^
Where
no
excufe
can
giueihe
fault
amending.
In
me
moe
woes
then
words
are
now
depending.
And
my
laments
would
be
drawn
out
too
long^
To
tell
them
all
with one
poor
c
tired
tong.
Then be this all the taske it hath to fijr,
Dearc husband in the intereft ofthy bed -. "
Aftrangercame, andon that pillow lay,
Where thou waft wont to reft thy wearie head,
And what wrong elfe<may be imagined,
By foule enforcement might be done to mc,
From that (alas) thy L v c k e c e is not free
For in the dreadfull dead of darke midnight,
V Vith ftiiningFauchion in my chamber came
A creeping creature with a flaming light,
And foftly cried, awakejthou Romaine Dam^
And entertainc my loue, elfe lafting fhamc
On thee and thine this night I will infli^
If thou my loucs defire do contradiA. For
11. 1611- 1631
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