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Act I, Scene 44


  • Shakespeare. If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
    Injurious distance should not stop my way;
    For then despite of space I would be brought, 605
    From limits far remote where thou dost stay.
    No matter then although my foot did stand
    Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;
    For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
    As soon as think the place where he would be. 610
    But ah! thought kills me that I am not thought,
    To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
    But that so much of earth and water wrought
    I must attend time's leisure with my moan,
    Receiving nought by elements so slow 615
    But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.