Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)
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THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
¶Hast thou commaund? by him that gaue it thee
625From a pure heart commaund thy rebell will:
¶Draw not thy sword to gard iniquitie,
¶For it was lent thee all that broode to kill.
¶Thy Princelie office how canst thou fulfill?
¶Thinke but how vile a spectacle it were,
635This guilt would seem death-worthie in thy brother.
¶_O how are they wrapt in with infamies,
¶To thee, to thee, my heau'd vp hands appeale,
¶Let him returne, and flattring thoughts retire.
