Be she as foul as was Florentius' love, As old as Sibyl, and as curst and shrewd As Socrates' Xanthippe, or a worse, She moves me not, or not removes at least Affection's edge in me,
Pa nek je i ružna ko Florentiusova ljuba stara k'o Sibila, svadljiva k'o Sokratova Ksantipa, ili gore to mene ne odvrati, ni otupela oštricu moje privrženosti ma nek je gnevnija i od samog Jadranskog mora.