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say that thou didst foresake me for some fault, and I will comment on that offence. speak of my lameness and I straight will halt, againt thy reasons making no defense. Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill, to set a form upon desired change, than I'll myself disgrace. Knowing thy will, I will aquaintance strangle and look strange, be absent from thy walks, and in my tongue thy sweet, beloved name no more shall dwell, lest I, too much profane, do it wrong and hapless of our old aquaintence tell. For thee against myself I'll swear debate, for I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate.