Capitolo 22
Too much terrible in his/her beauty for the most greater part of men.
I think that she would dismay her, and it unhooks
The tendons from their purchase on Your bones,
And you have spelled as a magician it spells his/her ghosts.
Still 'twould is the mercy so to damage Your sense.
Truth doesn't walk more marvelously,
Of who gestures are the stars, that in his/her ways
The hesitations of body of this queen.
And there is such language in his/her hair
As the sun same discourse of doth.
Governments, allow them to see her/it! so that they doesn't return little wise man
Of thy the true sovereign power, and among them
You imagine that they is equal as you,
You save in the height of throne. Allow them perceive
What, having Vashti, there is no anybody as thee:
Others are men; but you the art him of who spirit
It is station in the beauty of the queen,
Of who meat knows as before such amazement
Never under of the lintels of the sense of man
Come, a special messenger from Sky.
_Ahasuerus_.
Hands her! leave the Regina is crowned in front of us!
Enslaved, recoveries here all of Your light to shine on
The beauty of my Vashti; there is clear floor;
Makes the air I deign her with power on camphire
It is frankincense; and he/she fills the room with flames.
Then fixed look, king and fixed look, hunger with Your eyes
On his/her face; but inside groves of fear
You assure Your wishes, and doesn't stir from Your places.
You exult, You nations of thron that to Your sight
You will be lent, the king's pleasure,
You who to visit so it inflames my soul,
What I can judge as God it burns to enjoy
The beauty of the Wisdom that he has done
And it separated from him to be
Wife to the divine action, mother of skies.--
Leave that Vashti comes and is standing in front of the kings!
III
VASHTI E THE KING'S WOMEN AT LA THEM PARTY
_1st Woman_.
Must Regina, have been so sorry well?
_2nd Woman_.
And when the King our spendeth of the gentleman on us
This party out of his/her rich heart, to shoot
Does Thy repute us as you wouldsts reproach us?
_Vashti_.
Your pardon: does act Your avarice?