Added: Jul 23, 2008
From: msbunburyist
Duration: 0:56
#120 That you were once unkind be-friends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel. For if you were by my unkindness shaken As I by yours, y'have pas't a hell of time, And I a tyrant have no leisure taken To weigh how once I suffered in your crime. O that our night of woe might have remember'd My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits, And soon to you, as you to me then tender'd The humble salve, which wounded bosoms fits! But that your trespass now becomes a fee, Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me. I am in the process of reading all Shakespeare's sonnets. My interpretations are drawn from the 1609 quarto as emended by C.D. Atkins.
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Tags: 120 aloud iambic meter pentameter poetry read shakespeare sonnet
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