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Narratress / Lavinia

This present death I beg, and one thing more
That womanhood denies my tongue to tell:
O, keep me from their worse than killing lust,
And tumble me into some loathsome pit,
Where never man’s eye may behold my body
Do this, and be a charitable murderer.