A/N: I have these silly little magnets on my fridge – the word ones – from Shakepeare plays. So playing with them one day I wound up with this.
With torment
Woman too mortal
Dire curse ne'er quenched
Thus she tempt death
Loath myself soon
Almost a foul tale
Through poison
Out wicked villain
Discontent and melancholy herein
Haste in thy night
But if I question naught
How to seek the will
To never deceive you
Make perchance a friend
And my lover
Dream fair maiden
Where love must light
Always