Prin. You nickname virtue; vice you should have spoke;
[350] For virtue’s office never breaks men’s troth.
Now by my maiden honour yet as pure
[352] As the unsullied lily I protest,
A world of torments though I should endure,
I would not yield to be your house’s guest;
355 So much I hate a breaking cause to be
[356] Of heavenly oaths, vow’d with integrity.
King. O, you have lived in desolation here,
Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.