Give him this orchid. Tell him,
I find its purity apt;
and that its petals contain
woman's pleasure and woman's pain,
and all of Lucretia's shame.
Give him this orchid and tell him,
a Roman harlot sent it.
And tell him to ride straight to her.
Tell him to come home.
Go!
No!
Wait! Wait, tell the messenger to take my love.
Yes. Give my love to the messenger.
Give my love to the stable boy,
and to the coachman,
too!
And hurry! Hurry,
for all men love
the chaste Lucretia.