Were all that he could ask, ... all that could bring
Profit or consolation to his soul,
If he hath been as sure we may believe,
A penitent sincere.
Oh had he lived,
Replied Rusilla, never penitence
Had equall’d his! full well I know his heart,
Vehement in all things. He would on himself
Have wreak’d such penance as had reach’d the height
Of fleshly suffering ... yea, which being told