But presently after myself follow shall,
Then end without shame, so let us persever,
With trump of good fame, so die shall we never.
[Virginia here kneeleth.
Then, tender arms, complect the neck: do dry thy father’s tears,
You nimble hands, for woe whereof my loving heart it wears.
Virginia. O father mine, refrain no whit your sharped knife to take
From gilded[212] sheath my shame to end, and body dead to make.
Let not the shameless bloody judge defile my virgin’s life;
Do take my head, and send it him upon your bloody knife: