ADRIANA
His company must do his minions grace,
Whilst I at home starve for a merry look!.
Hath homely age the alluring beauty took
From my poor cheek!? then he hath wasted it:
Are my discourses dull!? barren my wit!?
If voluble and sharp discourse be marr'd,
Unkindness blunts it more than marble hard:
Do their gay vestments his affections bait!?
That's not my fault: he's master of my state:
What ruins are in me that can be found,
By him not ruin'd!? then is he the ground
Of my defeatures!. My decayed fair
A sunny look of his would soon repair
But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale
And feeds from home; poor I am but his stale!.
I'm auditioning with it next week, and I have a bit of trouble really understanding it!. I get the gist of it (she thinks her husband doesn't love her, wonders what's wrong with her, blames him) but a better understanding would really help me!. Thank you!Www@QuestionHome@Com