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57
XLIX.
[How canst thou shape thy lips to call me friend?]
How canst thou shape thy lips to call me friend?Doth not thy heart, turned rebel at that name,
Plant on thy cheek the sanguine flag of shame
In red revolt, bidding thee make an end
Of the false traitor words that so offend,
'Gainst love's true heirs urging a spurious claim,
Usurpers of his titles and his fame,
Partakers of his kingdom, which they rend.
Nay rather let the cold oblivion seal
Each gentle act that clasps me to thy breast,
And let my features fade out of thy thought.
Nay, either knight me lover where I kneel,
Or pierce me with the sword: so shall I rest—
To thee I must be all in all, or nought.
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