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Act I, Scene 109


  • Shakespeare. O, never say that I was false of heart,
    Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. 1515
    As easy might I from myself depart
    As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
    That is my home of love: if I have ranged,
    Like him that travels I return again,
    Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, 1520
    So that myself bring water for my stain.
    Never believe, though in my nature reign'd
    All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
    That it could so preposterously be stain'd,
    To leave for nothing all thy sum of good; 1525
    For nothing this wide universe I call,
    Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.