Act I, Scene 92

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• Shakespeare. But do thy worst to steal thyself away, 1275
  For term of life thou art assured mine,
  And life no longer than thy love will stay,
  For it depends upon that love of thine.
  Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs,
  When in the least of them my life hath end. 1280
  I see a better state to me belongs
  Than that which on thy humour doth depend;
  Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind,
  Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie.
  O, what a happy title do I find, 1285
  Happy to have thy love, happy to die!
  But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot?
  Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.