Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,When I against myself with thee partake?Do I not think on thee, when I forgotAm of myself, all tyrant1, for thy sake?Who hateth thee that I do call my friend?On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn2 upon?Nay3, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spendRevenge upon myself with present moan?What merit do I in myself respect,That is so proud thy service to despise,When all my best doth worship thy defect,Commanded by the motion of thine eyes? But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind; Those that can see thou lovest, and I am blind.
你怎能，哦，狠心的，否认我爱你，当我和你协力把我自己厌恶？我不是在想念你，当我为了你完全忘掉我自己，哦，我的暴主？我可曾把那恨你的人当朋友？我可曾对你厌恶的人献殷勤？不仅这样，你对我一皱起眉头，我不是马上叹气，把自己痛恨？我还有什么可以自豪的优点，傲慢到不屑于为你服役奔命，既然我的美都崇拜你的缺陷，唯你的眼波的流徒转移是听？ 但，爱呵，尽管憎吧，我已猜透你： 你爱那些明眼的，而我是瞎子。
