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| To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; |
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| To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn; |
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| To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; |
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| And even that power which gave me first my oath |
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| Provokes me to this threefold perjury: |
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| Love bade me swear, and Love bids me forswear. |
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| O sweet-suggesting Love! if thou hast sinn'd, |
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| Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it. |
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| At first I did adore a twinkling star, |
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| But now I worship a celestial sun. |
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| Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken; |
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| And he wants wit that wants resolved will |
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| To learn his wit t' exchange the bad for better. |
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| Fie, fie, unreverend tongue, to call her bad, |
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| Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd |
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| With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. |
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| I cannot leave to love, and yet I do; |
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| But there I leave to love where I should love. |
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| Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose; |
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| If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; |
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| If I lose them, thus find I by their loss, |
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| For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia. |
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| I to myself am dearer than a friend, |
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| For love is still most precious in itself; |
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| And Silvia—witness heaven, that made her fair!— |
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| Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope. |
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| I will forget that Julia is alive, |
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| Remembering that my love to her is dead; |
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| And Valentine I'll hold an enemy, |
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| Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend. |
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| I cannot now prove constant to myself |
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| Without some treachery us'd to Valentine. |
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| This night he meaneth with a corded ladder |
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| To climb celestial Silvia's chamber window, |
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| Myself in counsel, his competitor. |
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| Now presently I'll give her father notice |
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| Of their disguising and pretended flight; |
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| Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine; |
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| For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter; |
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| But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross, |
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| By some sly trick blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. |
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| Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, |
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| As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! |
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