reclusive

Marry , this well carried shall on her behalf
Change slander to remorse . That is some good .
But not for that dream I on this strange course ,
But on this travail look for greater birth .
She , dying , as it must be so maintained ,
Upon the instant that she was accused ,
Shall be lamented , pitied , and excused
Of every hearer . For it so falls out
That what we have we prize not to the worth
Whiles we enjoy it , but being lacked and lost ,
Why then we rack the value , then we find
The virtue that possession would not show us
Whiles it was ours . So will it fare with Claudio .
When he shall hear she died upon his words ,
Th’ idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination ,
And every lovely organ of her life
Shall come appareled in more precious habit ,
More moving , delicate , and full of life ,
Into the eye and prospect of his soul ,
Than when she lived indeed . Then shall he mourn ,
If ever love had interest in his liver ,
And wish he had not so accused her ,
No , though he thought his accusation true .
Let this be so , and doubt not but success
Will fashion the event in better shape
Than I can lay it down in likelihood .
But if all aim but this be leveled false ,
The supposition of the lady’s death
Will quench the wonder of her infamy .
And if it sort not well , you may conceal her ,
As best befits her wounded reputation ,
In some reclusive and religious life ,
Out of all eyes , tongues , minds , and injuries .