Now it was only for herself she had to fear.
Her heart kept saying, "This for his sake, this for his sake." Out of her love came fortitude, and out of her fortitude came action.
Her father's oath had hardly been spoken till the girl tore her bodice from her shoulders.

She threw the garment to the floor and said:-- "I am ready for the whip, I am ready.

Who is to do the deed, father, you or the butcher?
It must be done.

You have sworn it, and I swear before God and by my maidenhood that I will not tell you the name of the man who wrote the letter.

I love him, and before I will tell you his name or forego his love for me, or before I will abate one jot or tittle of my love for him, I will gladly die by the whip in your hand.