text: 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.
  Tell me thou lovst elsewhere; but in my sight,
  Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside;
  What needst thou wound with cunning when thy might
  Is more than my oerpressed 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 elsewhere might dart their injuries
      Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
      Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain.