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Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
死冤家，你怎能說我對你沒真情？
When I against myself with thee partake?
要知道我的自我作賤只是要討你的歡心，
Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
呵，你這天殺的，我為你得了相思病，
Am of myself, all tyrant, for thy sake?
全忘了自己也是一個人。
Who hateth thee that I do call my friend?
難到我曾認(rèn)敵為友和你作對？
On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon?
難到我曾曲意奉承你的眼中釘？
Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend
你只要對我略表反惡，我立刻領(lǐng)情，
Revenge upon myself with present moan?
愁眉苦臉地把我自己憎恨。
What merit do I in myself respect,
你流轉(zhuǎn)的秋波使我欲效犬馬之忠，
That is so proud thy service to despise,
你的缺陷也叫我的美德崇拜銷魂。
When all my best doth worship thy defect,
我身上豈能還有至美大善，
Commanded by the motion of thine eyes?
可使我睥睨萬物而不對你拱手稱臣？
But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind;
啊，愛啊，你恨吧，我現(xiàn)在已看透你的心，
Those that can see thou lovest, and I am blind.
體只愛能看清真相者，而我卻是盲人。
