Before she uttered: “No.” “Child, I am grieved
For such affront, which all our city sees.
Thy quality invites another usage,
Wert thou not crazed.” He paused, being full of ruth;
But self-relentless, she in that same pause
Brake forth: “O my one Wisdom, O my Joy!”
And last, Eustratius Proculus rose up:
“The edict! Let it work. I dally not,
For loyal and immovable regard
Unto mine Emperor.” “Bid me stand as true,”