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Behold (my Nimph) I was not then so wittie To know that sincere loue that thou didst shew me: Now wofull man, full well I know and rue it, (30) Although it was too late before I knew it.
How could it be (my enemie?) say, tell me, How thou (in greater fault and errour being Then euer I was thought) should’st thus repell me? And with new league and cruell title seeing (35) Thy faith so pure and worthy to be changed? And what is that Ismenia, that doth bind it To loue, whereas the same is most estranged, And where it is impossible to finde it? But pardon me, if herein I abuse thee: (40) Since that the cause thou gau’st me doth excuse me.
But tell me now, what honour hast thou gayned, Auenging such a fault by thee committed, And there-vnto by thy occasion trayned? What haue I done, that I haue not acquitted? (45) Or what excesse that is not amply payed, Or suffer more, that I haue not endured? What cruell minde, what angry breast displayed, With sauage heart, to fiercenesse so adiured? Would not such mortall griefe make milde & tender: (50) But that, which my fell Shepheardesse doth render?
Now as I haue perceaued well thy reasons, Which thou hast had, or hast yet to forget me, The paines, the griefes, the guilts of forced treasons, That I haue done, wherein thou first didst set me: (55) The passions, and thine eares and eyes refusing