(45) Her faith, nor loyall proues, Thou then hast chosen, each one saith, Thine equall, and a shrow: For if thou hast vndone thy faith, Her Loue and Louer she betrayeth, (50) So like to like may goe.
If now this Sonnet which I send Will anger thee: Before Remember Faustus (yet my friend,) That if these speeches doe offend, (55) Thy deedes doe hurt me more. Thus let each one of vs amend, Thou deedes, I words so spent: For I confesse I blame my pen, Doe thou as much, so in the end, (60) Thy deedes thou doe repent.
FINIS. Bar. Yong.