Here unabashed by deeds that bring you shame,
When all believe you lured him to your bed;

You rail aloud that he defiled your name,

Demanding that your honor rests on being wed;

Affected tears do more than stain that breast

That yielded rapture to a rake or two,

Why was not marriage then your truer quest

Where female virtue blooms but once to lose?

Is it perchance the others had no means,

No fatted purse on which pure love might grow,

No shekels sweet to further nuptial dreams

Or rank of note proud status might bestow?

You gave away your honor for a song—

And now demand a kingdom for a wrong.