- O! call not me to justify the wrong
- That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
- Wound me not with thine eye, but with thy tongue:
- Use power with power, and slay me not by art,
- Tell me thou lov’st elsewhere; but in my sight,
- Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:
- What need’st thou wound with cunning, when thy might
- Is more than my o’erpress’d defence can bide?
- Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows
- Her pretty looks have been mine enemies;
- And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
- That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:
- Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
- Kill me outright with looks, and rid my pain.