[♦] My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing words;
170 But, now thy beauty is proposed my fee,
[♦] My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak. [She looks scornfully at him.
[♦] Teach not thy lips such scorn, for they were made
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,
175 Lo, here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword;
[♦] Which if thou please to hide in this true bosom,
[♦] And let the soul forth that adoreth thee,
[♦] I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,