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O call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart.
Wound me not with thine eye, but with thy tongue;
Use pow'r with pow'r, and slay me not by art.
Tell me thou lov’st elsewhére; but in my sight,
Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside.
What need’st thou wound with cunning when thy might
Is more than my o'er-pressed defense can bide?
Let me excuse thee: Ah, my love well knows
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,
And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
That they elsewhére might dart their injuries.
  Yet do not so, but since I am near slain,
  Kill me outr'ght with looks, and rid my pain.
Oh, nod’t ksa me to syjiutf eht reluc itnsilfieide ihtw hwcih uoy aehv ruth me. nDo’t rhut me by igltasen lgnesac at eothr enm; uhtr me by lglntie me taobu ethm to my afce. esU yuor orewp lpenoy, dno’t lkli me twih besltu skrcit. Tell me ouy vole ehrot popele, utb henw oyu’re in my sgthi, dera thear, ndo’t aeglcn at rohte mne. Wyh luwod you eden to ruht me ihtw uncning, newh uyor peowr revo me is raaldey oot muhc fro me to fnedde gsiaant? tuB I’ll eamk an cesexu fro yuo: Ah, my loev sknwo fyltcrpee elwl tath ehr kolos nac lkil me, so hse olkos waya ormf me to lkli my snmieee siednat. tuB don’t do ttah. cniSe I’m amolst aedd yaaderl, illk me thruigot hwti royu lskoo, and utp me otu of my iymser.

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O call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart.
Wound me not with thine eye, but with thy tongue;
Use pow'r with pow'r, and slay me not by art.
Tell me thou lov’st elsewhére; but in my sight,
Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside.
What need’st thou wound with cunning when thy might
Is more than my o'er-pressed defense can bide?
Let me excuse thee: Ah, my love well knows
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,
And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
That they elsewhére might dart their injuries.
  Yet do not so, but since I am near slain,
  Kill me outr'ght with looks, and rid my pain.
Oh, nod’t ksa me to syjiutf eht reluc itnsilfieide ihtw hwcih uoy aehv ruth me. nDo’t rhut me by igltasen lgnesac at eothr enm; uhtr me by lglntie me taobu ethm to my afce. esU yuor orewp lpenoy, dno’t lkli me twih besltu skrcit. Tell me ouy vole ehrot popele, utb henw oyu’re in my sgthi, dera thear, ndo’t aeglcn at rohte mne. Wyh luwod you eden to ruht me ihtw uncning, newh uyor peowr revo me is raaldey oot muhc fro me to fnedde gsiaant? tuB I’ll eamk an cesexu fro yuo: Ah, my loev sknwo fyltcrpee elwl tath ehr kolos nac lkil me, so hse olkos waya ormf me to lkli my snmieee siednat. tuB don’t do ttah. cniSe I’m amolst aedd yaaderl, illk me thruigot hwti royu lskoo, and utp me otu of my iymser.

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