So will I never be: so may you miss me;
But if you do, you’ll make me wish a sin,
That I had been forsworn. Beshrew your eyes,
015 They have o’er-look’d me, and divided me;
[016] One half of me is yours, the other half yours.
[017] Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,
[018] And so all yours! O, these naughty times
[019] Put bars between the owners and their rights!
[020] And so, though yours, not yours. Prove it so,
[021] Let fortune go to hell for it, not I.