Speak of me as I am, nothing extenuate,
Nor set down anything in malice.

Then, must you speak of one that loved not wisely but too well. Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought, perplexed in the extreme.

Of one whose hand like the base Indian, threw a pearl away richer than all his tribe.

Of one whose subdued eyes albeit unused to the melting mood, drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees their medicinable gum.

Set you down this. And say besides, that in Aleppo once, where a malignant and a turbaned Turk beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by the throat the circumcised dog,

And smote him thus.




oh

and I forgot to say

I already have a girlfriend (hence the couple's photos)