LXXXIX.

Say that thou didft forsake me for some fault,
And I will comment upon that offence:
Speak of my lamenefs, and I ftraight will halt,
Against thy reasons making no defence.
Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill,
To fet a form upon defired change,
As I'll myself disgrace; knowing thy will,
I will acquaintance strangle and look strange;
Be abfent from thy walks; and in my tongue
Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
Left I, too much profane, should do it wrong,
And haply of our old acquaintance tell.

For thee, against myself I'll vow debate,

For I muft ne'er love him whom thou doft hate.

XC.

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-lofs :

Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this forrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;

Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purposed overthrow.

If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,

When other petty griefs have done their spite,
But in the onset come: so shall I tafte

At first the very worst of fortune's might;

And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.