双语·莎士比亚十四行诗集 89

LXXXIX

Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,

And I will comment upon that offense;

Speak of my lameness and I straight will halt,

Against thy reasons making no defense.

Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill,

To set a form upon desired change,

As I'll myself disgrace, knowing thy will;

I will acquaintance strangle and look strange,

Be absent from thy walks, and in my tongue

Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,

Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong

And haply of our old acquaintance tell.

For thee, against my self I'll vow debate,

For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate.