The Lost Plays of Shakespeare;
Act II, Scene I
Act IV, Scene V
I have never loved until now
I know this to be true
I have cared
And shown friendship and salvation
As was sometimes in my power to grant
I have done good
If doing good means not having harmed
When the opportunity was in my hands
And I have been good
When it was before me
And not overly troublesome
Having always some excess of purse
And attendant stature
It seems that every heart
Penurious and unknown to itself
Remains asleep to the fire of its life
How are we made and maintained and do not know?
How do we breathe the stuff and remain blind?
Though it cost me all
I see that bright star rising in the East
It flowers into brilliance upon the darkness of the mind
And the heart thrills and vibrates with a thousand tongues of song
Exquisite beyond description
The form may change or fall
What do I care of this?
For I go on and on
But not to sleep
Oh love the shimmer smoothes
But not to sleep.
Methinks she has dined on scorpions and
Must drink blood by violence spilled
Into cups of treacherous thought
They hold their form but a moment and
Then dissolve with all remembrance
Into the bottomless stem
What dark and disturbed kin to love is this?
Affection of a sort-
Even base desire of simple love malformed-
Does motivate us all
To what dread understanding has she come,
That the thought of such deeds does inspire the act?
And still can laugh
Outwardly, it seems
I have watched her face in sleep,
No trouble nor horror there are sketched
Save for her beauty...
Ordinary as all the rest.
If I live a thousand years
I will never understand
This masquerade that gives to evil
Such a pretty face
Like sculptured milk
And roses flowing in fulsome grace
The world has many dangers
They await at every turn
But none there are so deadly
As that awful pit which yawns
Behind this woman’s eyes...