O, call not me to justify the wrong

　　That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;

　　Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;

　　Use power with power and slay me not by art.

　　Tell me thou lovest elsewhere, but in my sight,

　　Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:

　　What need'st thou wound with cunning when thy might

　　Is more than my o'er-press'd defense can bide?

　　Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows

　　Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,

　　And therefore from my face she turns my foes,

　　That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:

　　Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,

　　Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain.

　　哦，别叫我原谅你的残酷不仁

　　对于我的心的不公正的冒犯;

　　请用舌头伤害我，可别用眼睛;

　　狠狠打击我，杀我，可别耍手段。

　　说你已爱上了别人;但当我面，

　　心肝，可别把眼睛向旁边张望：

　　何必要耍手段，既然你的强权

　　已够打垮我过分紧张的抵抗?

　　让我替你辩解说："我爱人明知

　　她那明媚的流盼是我的死仇，

　　才把我的敌人从我脸上转移，

　　让它向别处放射害人的毒镞!"

　　可别这样;我已经一息奄奄，

　　不如一下盯死我，解除了苦难。