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 slave to slavery my sweet`st friend must be? Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken, And my next self thou harder hast engrossed: Of him, myself, and thee I am forsaken; A torment thrice three-fold thus to be crossed. Prison my heart in thy steel bosom`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 jail: And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee, Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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