| Take heed of loving me;
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| At least remember, I forbade it thee;
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| Not that I shall repair my unthrifty waste
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| Of breath and blood, upon thy sighs, and tears,
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| By being to thee then what to me thou wast;
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| But so great joy our life at once outwears.
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| Then, lest thy love, by my death, frustrate be,
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| If thou love me, take heed of loving me.
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| Take heed of hating me,
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| Or too much triumph in the victory;
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| Not that I shall be mine own officer,
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| And hate with hate again retaliate;
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| But thou wilt lose the style of conqueror,
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| If I, thy conquest, perish by thy hate.
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| Then, lest my being nothing lessen thee,
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| If thou hate me, take heed of hating me.
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| Yet, love and hate me too,
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| So, these extremes shall ne’er their office do;
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| Love me, that I may die the gentler way;
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| Hate me, because thy love is too great for me;
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| Or let these two, themselves, not me, decay;
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| So shall I live thy stage, not triumph be;
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| Lest thou thy love and hate, and me undo,
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| O let me live, yet love and hate me too. |