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Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now, Now while the world is bent my deeds to cross; Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss: Ah, do not, when my heart hath ’scaped this sorrow, [bad word] in the rearward of a conquered woe. Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purposed overthrow. If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, When other petty griefs have done their spite But in the [bad word] so shall I taste At first the very worst of fortune’s might; And other strains of woe, which now seem woe, [bad word] with loss of thee will not seem so.