For such fair deed I might pass blameless,
To score the black mark from my blackest sin.
Margaret.
Brother, thou mak’st me feel a hell of pain!
Valentin.
I tell thee, all thy tears are vain!
When with thy honour thou didst part,
Thou dealt the blow that pierced my heart.
I go through death, with fearless mood,
To meet my God, as a soldier should. [Dies.