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(512)
'Lucrece,' quoth he, 'this night I must enjoy thee: (513)

If thou deny, then force must work my way, (514)

For in thy bed I purpose to destroy thee: (515)

That done, some worthless slave of thine I'll slay, (516)

To kill thine honor with thy life's decay;
(517)
And in thy dead arms do I mean to place him, (518)

Swearing I slew him, seeing thee embrace him.

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