I think thou saidst ...

                                                    

Thou hadst been tossed from wrong to injury,

And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal mine
If both were opened 

Maltratada por males e injurias,
Com dores que seriam par pra minhas,
Se reveladas.

                                          Tell thy story

                                                                

If thine considered prove the thousand part

Of my endurance, thou art a man, and I

Have suffered like a girl.

Conta a historia;
Se, julgada, provar ser um milésimo
Do meu sofrer, tu es homem e eu
Sofri como menina.

Note: Portuguese texts quoted here are from a translation given to me by Barbara Heliodora, renowned translator of Shakespeare, who sadly passed away this year. When we met at her home in Rio she spoke about the compactness of the English language compared to Portuguese. And the importance of creating a text that can be played...