Die I will,though life be unwilling; no recompense is there for me to
redeem my compelled offence, but with a rigorous compelled death.
Husband, I'll be thy wife in heaven; let not thy pure deceased spirit
despise me when we meet, because I am tyrannously polluted. The
devil, the belier of our frailty, and common accuser of mankind, cannot
accuse me, though he would, of unconstrained submitting. If any guilt
be mine, this is my fault, that I did not deform my face ere it should
so impiously allure.