I understand a fury in your words But not your words.
And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all.
I am not merry, but I do beguile the thing I am by seeming otherwise.
If she be not honest, chaste, and true, there's no man happy.