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[C1] Why shоuld I nоt, hаd I the heаrt tо do it, Like to the Egyptiаn thief at point of death, Kill what I love?--a savage jealousy That sometimes savors nobly.* But hear me this: *of nobility Since you to non-regardance* cast my faith, *oblivion And that I partly know the instrument That screws* me from my true place in your favor, *wrenches Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still; But this your minion, *whom I know you love, *darling And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender* dearly, *regard Him will I tear out of that cruel eye, Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.* *to the mortification of his master Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief: I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love, To spite a raven's heart within a dove. [C2] And I most jocund,* apt,* and willingly *cheerfully *readily To do you rest a thousand deaths would die.