- Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
- And I will comment upon that offence:
- Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,
- Against thy reasons making no defence.
- Thou canst not love disgrace me half so ill,
- To set a form upon desired change,
- As I’ll myself disgrace; knowing thy will,
- I will acquaintance strangle, and look strange;
- Be absent from thy walks; and in my tongue
- Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
- Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong,
- And haply of our old acquaintance tell.
- For thee, against my self I’ll vow debate,
- For I must ne’er love him whom thou dost hate.