Lucrece (Quarto, 1594)
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THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
¶Her mansion batterd by the enemie,
¶Groslie ingirt with daring infamie.
¶Then let it not be cald impietie,
¶Yet die I will not, till my COLATINE
¶Haue heard the cause of my vntimelie death,
¶That he may vow in that sad houre of mine,
1180Reuenge on him that made me stop my breath,
¶My Honor ile bequeath vnto the knife
¶Tis Honor to depriue dishonord life,
¶The one will liue, the other being dead.
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