GXXXIII.

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!
Is 't not enough to torture me alone,

But flave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?
Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
And my next self thou harder haft engroffed:
Of him, myself, and thee, I am forsaken;
A torment thrice threefold thus to be croffed.
Prison my heart in thy steel bofom's ward,
But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;
Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;
Thou canst not then use rigour in my gaol:

And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,
Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.

CXXXIV.

So, now I have confeff'd that he is thine,
And I myself am mortgaged to thy will,
Myfelf I'll forfeit, fo that other mine
Thou wilt restore, to be my comfort still:
But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,
For thou art covetous and he is kind;

He learn'd but furety-like to write for me,
Under that bond that him as faft doth bind.
The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,
Thou ufurer, that put'ft forth all to use,
And fue a friend came debtor for my fake;
So him I lose through my unkind abuse.

Him have I loft; thou haft both him and me: the whole, and yet am I not free.

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