This day falls
much afar from what I feared,
or hoped. Yet
Claudio lives, reconciled with his suff'ring beloved;
Mariana, sweet
maid, presented with her foolish dream;
But Lucio,
condemned be married, whipped, hanged?
The wench which he
invaded shall want none.
Our lofty duke,
removed from my esteem
By his despicable
duplicity,
the guise of a
good friar;
Believes that he
is mighty as our Lord
Who days ago my
life was promised to.
This misled Duke
is meddling in decisions of life and death,
Purity, chastity,
duplicity. Much I do regret
Allowing Mariana
to perform the sin which should be mine,
Yet glad I am to
have retained mine own purity.
Far gone has
Vienna into the irrevocable corruption
From which the
Angelo's reform has no power.
I must go.
Farewell, my brother, your own life awaits,
Farewell,
birthplace, hometown, sisters who expected me.
I'll go I know not
where, to death in the wilderness,
To my God in some
distant convent, to whatever awaits me
Far from this
soiled town.
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