© Paulo Abreu e Lima

sexta-feira, 13 de janeiro de 2012

Act 2, Scene 4

Ha, good father,

Thou seest the heavens, as troubled with man’s act,

Threatens his bloody stage. By th' clock ’tis day,

And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp.

Is ’t night’s predominance or the day’s shame

That darkness does the face of Earth entomb

When living light should kiss it?