Postscript to "Taming of the Shrew"

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“Baron!” the bridegroom cried, “Baron!

So it’s the Baron who takes you from me!?!”

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“Nay, my lord, Nay

T’was barren, I said, barren!

My de-seat is not fidelity of heart or sole,

Nay, I would wash my lord’s feet for the joy

Of attending his needs.

Here, my lord hear!

My falsehood is my barren-self,

 For I am empty, void of any knew life!

Touch me not, for I can never bring you

 everlasting joy!”

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“Baron! The bridegroom cride…

“It was the Baron who stole your heart.”

 

Alas, my lord, you are write.

At your feat, I beg forgiveness.”

 

“Woman, you are my eternal hope and joy!

All is forgiven.

Come! Lie with me”

© 1991