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- THE
RAPE
OF
LVCRECE.
Her
hoiife
is
fackt,
her
quiet
interrupted,
Her manfion batlcrd by the cncmic,
Her
facrcd
temple
fpottcdj
fpoild,
corrupted,
Groflieingirtwithdaringinfamie,
Then let it not be cald impietic,
If in this blemilht fort I make fbmc hole,
Through which I may conuay thib troubled ibulc,
Yet die I will not, till my C o l a 1 1 n e
Hauc heard the caufe of my vntimelie death.
That he may vow in that fad houre of mine,
Reuenge on him that made me (lop my breath,
My ftaincd bloud to T a ii qj/ i n ile bequeath,
Which
for
him
tainted,i]iall
for
him befpent.
And as his due writ in my teftament.
My Honorile bequeath vnto the knife
That wounds my bodie (b difhonorcd,
Tis Honor to depriue difhonord life.
The one will liue, the other being dead.
So offliames afhes fhall my Fame be bred,
' F6rinmydeath[murrherihamefull fcorne,
My (hamc fb dead,mine honor is new borne.
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