Capitolo 31
_Vashti_.
You more tired me.
Tells this the King, Vashti it won't come.
Am I not simple, my words? Canst you don't learn
them?
_Messenger_.
Do me some softest discourse. Owes me I don't fear
Will I earn whipping if I take these words?
_Vashti_.
I beg thee, goes. You the art a trouble here;
Seest you not as all these women that banquet
Does make a break and the pleasure distrest it is them?
You communication of thy of hast: says, you won't come.--
Back to the King, now!
_Messenger_.
I am whipt for this.
[The goes_ of _He.
_Vashti_.
It seems, my sisters, we have changed our humors.
But now, my mind it was heavy, you are happy;
And in a moment, you, see, it is fixt
Looking fixed likes desperate things, while I rejoice me.
_1st Woman_.
Rejoice! you dosts rejoice? then the madness.
_Vashti_.
I don't know that: but I certainly know
A mind that you/he/she is feeling for long time
The greatness of some event that is suspended
Balanced on the life, it will cheer marvellously
When the event falls, while suddenly grabbing the life:
Likes the weakness when a storm comes down,
That turns him to exulting when the shines of lightning,
Houses that smash, making men frightened.
And this is my event: I am his/her choice.
Yea, not as a storm but as an eagle now
You bends on me; and, although I am his/her prey,
I have lifted from stately wings my soul,
You/he/she is dressed in the rapidity of a to fly aloft mighty.
_3rd Woman_.
What glory can its marvelous eyes see?
_4th Woman_.
Seemeth his/her meat to burn! and its throat pants
As one that feels a god inside her, comes
Out of his/her sky to enjoy her/it.
_2nd Woman_.
Ay,
Now it is true, the Regina is beautiful;
You were able, while looking so, you irritate love in the one
Of who blood that one hundred years were frozen dry.
_1st Woman_.
Ah, but I fear thee Regina,: this terrible humor
It will break the agreeability of the friendship you
Hast held for me as a ship in a strong wind it is broken.
_Vashti_.
Ay, very likes: and the event will rouse
Such job in the water where Your sails of comfort,