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Take heed of hating me,
Or too much triumph in the Victory,
Not that I shall be mine own officer,
And hate with hate again retaliate:
But thou wilt lose the stile of conquerour,
If I, thy conquest, perish by thy hate:
Then, lest my being nothing lessen thee,
If thou hate me, take heed of hating me.
Yet love and hate me too,
So, these extreams shall ne'r their office do:
Love me, that I may die the gentler way:
Hate me, because thy love is too great for me:
Or let these two themselves, not me decay:
So shall I live thy Stage, not triumph be:
Lest thou thy love, and hate, and me thou undo,
O let me live, yet love and hate me too.
The Expiration.
So, go break off this lamenting kiss,
which sucks two souls, and vapors both away,
Turn thou ghost that way, and let me turn this,
And let our selves benight our happiest day,
We ask none leave to love; nor will we owe
Any, so cheap a death, as saying, Go;
Go; and if that word have not quite kill'd thee,
Ease me with death, by bidding me go too.
Or, if it have, let my word work on me,
And a just office on a murderer do.
Except it be too late, to kill me so.
Being double dead, going, and bidding, go.

[CW: The]