O Thou Vnkindest Fayre! Most Fayrest Shee, In Thine Eyes Tryumph Murthering My Poore Hart, Now Doe I Sweare By Heauens, Before We Part, My Halfe-Slaine Hart Shall Take Reuenge On Thee. Thy Mother Dyd Her Lyfe To Death Resigne, And Thou An Angell Art, And From Aboue; Thy Father Was A Man, That Will I Proue, Yet Thou A Goddesse Art, And So Diuine. And Thus, If Thou Be Not Of Humaine Kinde, A Bastard On Both Sides Needes Must Thou Be; Our Lawes Allow No Land To Basterdy: By Natures Lawes We Thee A Bastard Finde. Then Hence To Heauen, Vnkind, For Thy Childs Part: Goe Bastard Goe, For Sure Of Thence Thou Art.