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My honour I'll bequeath unto the knife
That wounds my body so dishonoured,
'T is honour to deprive dishonoured life;
The one will live, the other being dead:
So of shame's ashes shall my fame be bred;
For in my death I murder shameful scorn:
My shame so dead, mine honour is new-born.

Dear lord of that dear jewel I have lost,
What legacy shall I bequeath to thee ?
My resolution, love shall be thy boast,
By whose example thou revenged may'st be,
How Tarquin must be used, read It in me :
Myself, thy friend, will kill myself, thy foe,
And for my sake serve thou false Tarquin so. 68

O ! teach me how to make mine own excuse,
Or, at the least, this refuge let me find :
Though my gross blood be stain'd with this abuse,
Immaculate and spotless is my mind ; 69