Though I cannot your cruelty constrain

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Though I cannot your cruelty constrain
For my goodwill to favour me again,
Though my true and faithful love
Have no power your heart to move,
Yet rue upon my pain.

Though I your thrall must evermore remain
And for your sake my liberty restrain,
The greatest grace that I do crave
Is that ye would vouchsafe
To rue upon my pain.

Though I have not deserved to obtain
So high reward, but thus to serve in vain,
Though I shall have no redress,
Yet of right ye can no less
But rue upon my pain.

But I see well that your high disdain
Will no wise grant that I shall more attain.
Yet ye must grant at the least
This my poor and small request:
Rejoice not at my pain.
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