Your virtue is
To make him worthy whose offence subdues him
And curse that justice did it.
Who deserves greatness
Deserves your hate; and your affections are
A sick man's appetite, who desires most that
Which would increase his evil.
.....
With every minute you do change a mind
And call him noble that was now your hate,
Him vile that was your garland.
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