[1] O, call not me to justify the wrong
[2] That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
[3] Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;
[4] Use power with power and slay me not by art.
[5] Tell me thou lovest elsewhere, but in my sight,
[6] Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:
[7] What need'st thou wound with cunning when thy might
[8] Is more than my o'er-press'd defense can bide?
[9] Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows
[10] Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,
[11] And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
[12] That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:
[13] Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
[14] Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain.
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