'Look, my lord,' he said, touching the love-token.
'This band belongs with the wound I bear on my neck:
Sign of the harm I've done, and the hurt I've duly received
For covetousness and cowardice, for succumbing to deceit.
It is a token of untruth and I am trapped in it
And must wear it everywhere while my life lasts.
No one can hide, without disaster, a harmful deed.
What's done is done and cannot be undone.'