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 Thou hast err'd: I am not fain to argue how,

To thee 'twere daggers hearing. Of all that

No more: seek now some issue from thy trial.

'Tis a light thing for whoso hath his foot

Clear of the meshes to be large in counsel

To one unfortunate. I am wise as you.

I err'd: I seek not to deny it. But

Even so to err I will'd. I will'd it. Succour

To men, to me travail: the terms were so.

Though sooth I had not thought that he would engine

Such torments on me, shrivelling me to shards

Here on the dizzy crags, or find a hill

So desolate and foot-forsook as this.

Now therefore wail not for my present ills,

But come to earth, and hearken the strange matter

That draweth on. How all shall end be perfect.

Consent to me, consent, I pray you: suffer