O, call not me to justify the wrong
你曾残忍地伤害过我的寸心，
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
那么别指望我谅解你的暴行，
Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;
请用舌头伤我，可别用你的眼晴，
Use power with power and slay me not by art.
剐杀随你，要公开，别使小聪明。
Tell me thou lovest elsewhere, but in my sight,
呵，心肝，你不妨直说你芳心已改，
Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:
万不要当我面与别人眉目传情。
What need'st thou wound with cunning when thy might
要伤我你毋需巧取，我势单力薄，
Is more than my o'er-press'd defense can bide?
怎挡得住你心藏百万雄兵？
Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows
让我来为你辩护吧，唉我的爱知晓
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,
她那流盼的目光是我的敌人，
And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
于是她别转脸蛋将敌阵他引，
That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:
好使别处遭受兵灾的摧凌。
Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
可是别，别这样，反正我已行将就木，
Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain.
你就用目光杀我吧，帮我把苦痛除根。
