the image in her handës two, From which imáge she wouldë never go; No wight her handës might off it arace, 3365 Till she was slain right in the selfë 3366 place. Now since that maidens haddë such despite To be defouled with man’s foul delight, Well ought a wife rather herself to slé, 3367 Than be defouled, as it thinketh me. What shall I say of Hasdrubalë’s wife, That at Carthage bereft herself of life? For, when she saw the Romans win the town, She took her children all, and skipt adown Into the fire, and rather chose to die, Than any Roman did her villainý. Hath not Lucretia slain herself, alas! At Romë, when that she oppressed 3368 was Of Tarquin? for her thought it was a shame To livë, when she haddë lost her name.