'By our first strange and fatal interview, By all desires which thereof did ensue, By our long starving hopes, by that remorse Which my words' masculine perswasive force Begot in thee, and by the memory Of hurts, which spies and rivals threatned me, I calmely beg. But by thy father's wrath, By all paines which want and divorcement hath, I conjure thee; and all the oathes which I And thou have sworne to seale joynt constancy Here I unsweare, and overswear them thus-- Thou shalt not love by wayes so dangerous. Temper, O fair love! love's impetuous rage, Be my true mistris still, not my faign'd Page; I'll goe, and, by thy kinde leave, leave behinde Thee! onely worthy to nurse in my minde. Thirst to come backe; O, if thou die before, My soule, from other lands to thee shall soare. Thy (else almighty) beauty cannot move Rage from the seas, nor thy love teach them love. Nor tame wild Boreas' harshnesse; thou hast reade How roughly hee in pieces shivered Fair Orithea, whom he swore he lov'd. Fall ill or good, 'tis madnesse to have prov'd Dangers unurg'd: Feed on this flattery, That absent lovers one in th' other be. Dissemble nothing, not a boy; nor change Thy bodie's habite, nor minde; be not strange To thyeselfe onely. All will spie in thy face A blushing, womanly, discovering grace. Richly-cloath'd apes are call'd apes, and as soone Eclips'd as bright, we call the moone the moon. Men of France, changeable camelions, Spittles of diseases, shops of fashions, Love's fuellers, and the rightest company Of players, which upon the world's stage be, Will quickly know thee ... O stay here! for for thee England is onely a worthy gallerie, To walke in expectation; till from thence Our greatest King call thee to his presence. When I am gone, dreame me some happinesse, Nor let thy lookes our long-hid love confesse, Nor praise, nor dispraise me; nor blesse, nor curse Openly love's force, nor in bed fright thy nurse With midnight's startings, crying out, Oh, oh, Nurse, oh, my love is slaine, I saw him goe O'er the white Alpes alone; I saw him, I, Assail'd, fight, taken, stabb'd, bleed, fall, and die. Augure me better chance, except dread Jove Thinke it enough for me to have had thy love.'