Once more the engine of her thoughts began:
'O fairest mover on this mortal round,
Would thou wert as I am, and I a man,
My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound;
For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee,
Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee!
心机再动女不安：
“万物生灵卿最绰，
君当作我我作男，
以心换心君痛我；
柔情在目君勿谬，
吾之血肉把君救”
