_Here entereth_ HAPHAZARD. I came from Caleco even the same hour, And Hap was hired to hackney in hempstrid: In hazard he was of riding on beamstrid. Then, crow crop on tree-top, hoist up the sail, Then groaned their necks by the weight of their tail: Then did Carnifex put these three together, Paid them their passport for clust’ring thither. APPIUS. Why, how now, Haphazard, of what dost thou speak? Methinks in mad sort thy talk thou dost break. Those three words, chop all in one, Is Carnifex: that signifieth hangman. Peace! no such words before me do utter. HAPHAZARD. Nay, I lie as still as a cat in a gutter. Go to, Judge Appius; go forward, good prince: Perhaps ye may have that the which will not blince. APPIUS. What is the man that liveth now so near to door of death, As I for lust of lady fair, whose lack will stop my breath? But long I shall not want her sight, I stay her coming here. O lucky light! lo, present here her father doth appear. O, how I joy! yet brag thou not; dame beauty bides behind. Virginius, where is the maid? how haps thou break my mind? _Here entereth_ VIRGINIUS [_bearing Virginia’s head_.] Ah wicked judge, the virgin chaste Hath sent her beauteous face, In recompense of lecher gain, To thee, so void of grace. She bids thee imbrue thy bloody hands And filthy lecherous mind With Venus’ damsels, void of shame, Where such thou haps to find. But thou as with Diana’s imps Shalt never be acquainted: They rather wish the naked knife Than virgin’s life attainted. And in[217] just proof whereof Behold Virginia’s head: She sought her fame, thou sought her shame: This arm hath smit her dead. APPIUS. O curst and cruel cankered churl, O carl unnatural; Which hast the seed of thine own loin[218] thrust forth to funeral! Ye gods, bend down your ire, do plague him for his deed, You sprites below, you hellish hounds, do give him gall for meed. Myself will see his latter end; I judge him to the death. Like death that fair Virginia took, the like shall stop his breath; The flashy[219] fiends of Limbo lake his ghost do so turmoil, That he have need of Charon’s help for all his filthy toil. Come, Justice, then; come on, Reward; come, aid me in my need. Thou wicked knight, shalt slaughtered[220] be with self-same knife with speed. VIRGINIUS. Sith she a virgin pure and chaste in heaven leads her life, Content I am to die with her, and die upon her knife. APPIUS. Come, Justice, then: come on, Reward, when Judgment now doth call. _Here entereth_ JUSTICE _and_ REWARD, _and they both speak this_. We both are ready here at hand to work thy fatal fall.