CXXXIV

    So, now I have confess'd that he is thine, And I my self am mortgag'd to thy will, Myself I'll forfeit¹, so that other mine Thou wilt² restore to be my comfort still： But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free, For thou art covetous³, and he is kind； He learn'd but surety-like to write for me, Under that bond that him as fast doth bind⁴. The statute⁵ of thy beauty thou wilt take, Thou usurer, that putt'st forth⁶ all to use, And sue a friend came debtor⁷ for my sake； So him I lose through my unkind abuse. Him have I lost； thou hast both him and me： He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.