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 power with power, and slay me not by art.
Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
O, she misused me past the endurance of a block.
Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.
The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you; The malice towards you to forgive you.