Bringing this ring. I was alarm’d at it.
“Prithee, my dearest Pamphilus, said I,
Whence comes all this confusion? whence this ring?
Tell me, my love.”—He put me off at first:
Perceiving this, it made me apprehend
Something of serious import, and I urg’d him
More earnestly to tell me.—He confess’d
That, as he came along, he had committed
A rape upon a virgin—whom he knew not——
And as she struggled, forc’d from her that ring: