But when I tell her of the certain ruin [Pg 259] You must encounter with at their arrival In Syracusa, and that death, with torments, Must fall upon you, which you yet repent not, Esteeming it a glorious martyrdom, And a reward of pure unspotted love, Preserved in the white robe of innocence, Though she were in your power; and, still spurr'd on By powerful love, you rather chose to suffer The fury of your lord, than that she should Be grieved or tainted in her reputation——
— from The Plays of Philip Massinger, Vol. I by Philip Massinger