1 If you please, Be't at her father's.
2 Here is her father's house, I'll call aloud.
3 Those are the raised father and his friends: You were best go in.
4 It was a handkerchief, an antique token My father gave my mother.
5 I would not there reside, To put my father in impatient thoughts, By being in his eye.
6 Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see: She has deceiv'd her father, and may thee.
7 My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty: To you I am bound for life and education.
8 I do beseech you, Send for the lady to the Sagittary, And let her speak of me before her father.
9 She told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father Entirely to her love.'
10 She did deceive her father, marrying you; And when she seem'd to shake and fear your looks, She loved them most.
11 She that so young could give out such a seeming, To seal her father's eyes up close as oak, He thought 'twas witchcraft.'
12 And so much duty as my mother show'd To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor my lord.
13 But if she lost it, Or made a gift of it, my father's eye Should hold her loathed, and his spirits should hunt After new fancies: she, dying, gave it me, And bid me, when my fate would have me wive, To give it her.
14 Call up her father, Rouse him, make after him, poison his delight, Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen, And though he in a fertile climate dwell, Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, Yet throw such changes of vexation on't, As it may lose some color.