Sinopsis

Away, thou shalt not love me Away, thou shalt not love me. So shall my love seem greater And I shall love the better. Shall it be so? what say you? Why speak you not I pray you? Nay then I know you love me That so you may disprove me. Ay me; can every rumour Ay me; can every rumour Thus start my lady's humour? Name ye some gallant to her Why straight forsooth I woo her. Then burst she forth in ion: You men love but for fashion. Yet sure I am that no man Ever so loved woman. Yet, alas, Love, be wary For women be contrary.