And grew to guilty fulness: then farewell
Her maiden dignity, and comely pride,
And virtuous reputation. But this loss
Worse follow’d, loss of shame, and wilful wreck
Of what was left her yet of good, or fair,
Or decent: now her meek and gentle voice
To petulant turn’d; her simply-neat attire
To sluttish tawdry: her once timid eye
Grew fix’d, and parley’d wantonly with those
It look’d on. Change detestable! For she,