SHOOT forth no more those darts from lightning eyes!
Unkind! Why seek'st to stop my fainting breath?
Go, and invent some new kind exercise;
New weapons seek wherewith me to offend!
Play the right Tyrant! Choices use in death;
Whereby, I dying, content may rest thy will.
But tell me? Wouldst so fain my life should end?
And know'st not, _Sweet extremes do sudden kill_?
Cruel, kiss me but once! and thou shalt see
Ended my life with that same kiss to be.