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"Doghter," quod he, "Virginia, by thy name, |
| Ther been two weyes, outher deeth or shame |
215 | That thou most suffre, allas, that I was bore! |
| For nevere thou deservedest wherfore |
| To dyen with a swerd, or with a knyf. |
| O deere doghter, endere of my lyf, |
| Which I have fostred up with swich plesaunce, |
220 | That thou were nevere out of my remembraunce. |
| O doghter, which that art my laste wo, |
| And in my lyf my laste joye also, |
| O gemme of chastitee, in pacience |
| Take thou thy deeth, for this is my sentence, |
225 | For love and nat for hate, thou most be deed; |
| My pitous hand moot smyten of thyn heed. |
| Allas, that evere Apius the say! |
| Thus hath he falsly jugged the to day." |
| And tolde hir al the cas, as ye bifore |
230 | Han herd, nat nedeth for to telle it moore. |
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"Daughter," said he, "Virginia by your name, |
| There are two ways, for either death or shame |
215 | You now must suffer. Ah, that I was born! |
| For you have not deserved to be thus lorn, |
| To die by means of sword or any knife. |
| O my dear daughter, ender of my life, |
| Whom I have bred up with so deep pleasance |
220 | That you were never from my remembrance! |
| O daughter who are now my final woe, |
| Aye, and in life my final joy also, |
| O gem of chastity, in brave patience |
| Receive your death, for that is my sentence. |
225 | For love and not for hate you must be dead; |
| My pitying hand must strike your innocent head. |
| Alas! That ever Appius saw you! Nay, |
| Thus has he falsely judged of you today."- |
| And told her all the case, as you before |
230 | Have heard; there is no need to tell it more. |
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