And in this life my lastë joy also, O gem of chastity, in patiénce Take thou thy death, for this is my senténce: For love and not for hate thou must be dead; My piteous hand must smiten off thine head. Alas, that ever Appius thee say! 3464 Thus hath he falsely judged thee to-day.” And told her all the case, as ye before Have heard; it needeth not to tell it more.