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- THE
RAPE
Oy
LVCRECE.
O,
quoth
LvcREi
ivs,
I did
giue
that
life
V
Vhich
Ihcc
to
carcJy
and
too
iatc
hath
fpil'd.
V Voc
w
oc,
(juoih
C
o
L
A
T
I
N
E,
llicc
was
my
wife,
I
owed
her,
and
tis
mine
that
ilicc
hath
kil'd.
My
daughtcrand my
wife with
clamors
fiJd
The
difpcrft
aire,
who
holding
L
v
c
r e
c
e
life
Anfwcr'd
their cries,
my
daughter
and
my
wife.
Brvtvs
who
pluck't
the knife
from
LvciiECEfide,
Seeing
fuch
emulation
in
their
woe,
Began
to
cloath
his wit
in
ftate
and pride,
E
urying
in
L
V
c
R
1 c
E
wound
his follies
ihow,
He
with the
Romains
was
efteemed
fo
As
fcelie
ieering
idiots
arc
with
Kings,
For
/portiue
words, and vttringfoolillnhings..
But
now
he throwcs
that fliallow
habit
by.
Wherein
dcepe
pollicic did
him
difguife.
And
arm'd
his
long
hid w
its
aduiiedlie.
To
checke
the
teares
in
C
o
l a t
i
n
v
s
elcs.
Thou wronged
Lord
of
Rome,
quoth
he5arire,
'Let
my vnfounded
fclfe
fuppofd
a
foolc,
^
Now
fct
thy long
cxpcricnc't
wit
to
khoole.
11. 1800 — 1820
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