Haphazard. Must I needs hang? by the gods, it doth spite me
To think how crabbedly this silk lace will bite me.
Then come, cousin Cutpurse, come, run, haste and follow me:
Haphazard must hang; come, follow the livery.
[Exit.
Justice.. Well, wend we now: the final end of fleshly lust we see.
Reward. Content: Reward is ready bent with Justice to agree.
Here entereth Fame [with Doctrina and Memory bearing a tomb, also Virginius].[227]
O stay, you noble Justice, stay! Reward, do make no haste.
We ladies three have brought the corse, in earth that must be placed.