pray you, in your letters,
When you fhall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate,
Nor fet down aught in malice. Then muft you speak
Of one that lov'd, not wifely, but too well:
Of one, not eafily jealous; but, being wrought,
Impatient in th' extreme: of one, whofe hand,
Like the bafe Judean, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe: of one, whose eyes,
Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal gum.