Act I, Scene 150

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• Shakespeare. O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
  With insufficiency my heart to sway?
  To make me give the lie to my true sight, 2090
  And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
  Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
  That in the very refuse of thy deeds
  There is such strength and warrantize of skill
  That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds? 2095
  Who taught thee how to make me love thee more
  The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
  O, though I love what others do abhor,
  With others thou shouldst not abhor my state:
  If thy unworthiness raised love in me, 2100
  More worthy I to be beloved of thee.