Act I, Scene 117

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• Shakespeare. Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
  Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
  Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
  Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;
  That I have frequent been with unknown minds 1630
  And given to time your own dear-purchased right
  That I have hoisted sail to all the winds
  Which should transport me farthest from your sight.
  Book both my wilfulness and errors down
  And on just proof surmise accumulate; 1635
  Bring me within the level of your frown,
  But shoot not at me in your waken'd hate;
  Since my appeal says I did strive to prove
  The constancy and virtue of your love.