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If I, thy conquest, perish by thy hate,
Then, lest my being nothing lessen thee,
If thou hate me, take heed of hating me.
Yet, love and hate me too,
So, these exteames shall ne'r their office doe;
Love me, that I may dye 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;
Then lest thou thy love hate, and mee thou undoe
O let me live, yet love and hate me too.
The Expiration.
So, so, breake off this last lamenting kisse,
Which sucks two soules, and vapors Both away,
Turne thou ghost that way, and let me turne this,
And let our selves benight our happiest day,
Wee aske none leave to love; nor will we owe
Any, so cheape a death, as saying, Goe;
Goe; and if that word have not quite kill'd thee,
Ease me with death, by bidding me goe too.
Or, if it have, let my word worke on mee,
And a just office on a murderer doe.
Except it be too late, to kill me so,
Being double dead, going, and bidding, goe.

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