Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)
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THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
¶I haue debated euen in my soule,
500But nothing can affections course controull,
¶I know repentant teares insewe the deed,
¶VVhich like a Faulcon towring in the skies,
¶Cowcheth the fowle below with his wings shade,
¶So vnder his insulting Fauchion lies
¶If thou deny, then force must worke my way:
¶To kill thine Honour with thy liues decaie.
¶_And in thy dead armes do I meane to place him,
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