And when this worthy knight, Virginius, Through sentence of this justice Appius, Mustë by force his dearë daughter give Unto the judge, in lechery to live, He went him home, and sat him in his hall, And let anon his dearë daughter call; And with a facë dead as ashes cold Upon her humble face he gan behold, With father’s pity sticking 3461 through his heart, All 3462 would he from his purpose not convert. 3463 “Daughter,” quoth he, “Virginia by name, There be two wayës, either death or shame, That thou must suffer⁠—alas that I was bore! For never thou deservedest wherefore To dien with a sword or with a knife, O dearë daughter, ender of my life, Whom I have foster’d up with such pleasánce That thou were ne’er out of my remembrance; O daughter, which that art my lastë woe,