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O, call not me to justify the wrong
你曾殘忍地傷害過我的寸心，
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
那么別指望我諒解你的暴行，
Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;
請用舌頭傷我，可別用你的眼晴，
Use power with power and slay me not by art.
剮殺隨你，要公開，別使小聰明。
Tell me thou lovest elsewhere, but in my sight,
呵，心肝，你不妨直說你芳心已改，
Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:
萬不要當我面與別人眉目傳情。
What need'st thou wound with cunning when thy might
要傷我你毋需巧取，我勢單力薄，
Is more than my o'er-press'd defense can bide?
怎擋得住你心藏百萬雄兵？
Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows
讓我來為你辯護吧，唉我的愛知曉
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,
她那流盼的目光是我的敵人，
And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
于是她別轉臉蛋將敵陣他引，
That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:
好使別處遭受兵災的摧凌。
Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
可是別，別這樣，反正我已行將就木，
Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain.
你就用目光殺我吧，幫我把苦痛除根。
