Capitolo 28
The strength of his/her desire of the joy to do
What an ecstasy that is able some beauty of woman,
And of this only, doing anybody more than the train
The joys of blood to be more acute and astute;
How men have trained and you/they have tamed wild life of the forests,
Crossing them to more excellent form and ransom
And the tireless speed, and to know the words of men.
Then the authoritarian Spirit and wise man it dominates the joys
That come entirely fierce to be erred the dark blood;
They is broken to his/her desire, them they are astute for him,
A package of wherewith of the lusts the huntings of Spirit
Pleasure; and the principal prey that the pleasure has hidden
In woman.
_1st Woman_.
What joys are I/you/they these?
_Vashti_.
What does it rejoyce?
The joys of beasts of rutting, tame to bear,
Tame to be rapid to always answer to Spirit,
Even more fierce for their taming, wilder hungers;
This way that the Spirit, if he doesn't chase them,
It fears to be lacerated by them in mutiny.
Now knows her the beauty of woman! 'Tis these joys,
The heat of the desires of the blood, changed and dominated
From the desire of spirit, he/she trained to serve
Spirit with lust, spirit with woman enjoys.
_2nd Woman_.
Regina, I am beautiful, and you/he/she cannot boast
Thy thinking thin; and to one as me,
Does thing care him from where the come beauty, so I have him?
Allow him to be but the foolish joining of beasts,
Tame and curiously knowing it
And astute in his/her his/her own delight: Thing then?
The nightingale desires his/her small girl,
And that reveals of his/her heart a radiant song;
A man desires a woman, and for song
Out of his/her heart beauty comes that as flame
You bring verse her, and it covers his/her edges with light.
If it so please the thee, says that any loves
Aught but the desire of his/her life, shaping him/it
Adorably to song of marvellous and the beauty.
Thing then? Enough that the wonders lights on me,
To me adoration is paid of the wonders.
_Vashti_.
Or well I know how strong we are man us;
Its senses have our beauty for their god,