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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. |
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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. |
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The Expiration. |
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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; |
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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.
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[CW: The] |