The Expiration

• So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss,
• Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away,
• Turn thou ghost that way, and let me turn this,
• And let our selves benight our happiest day,
• We ask none leave to love; nor will we owe
• Any, so cheap a death, as saying, Go;
• Go; and if that word have not quite kil'd thee,
• Ease me with death, by bidding me go too.
• Oh, if it have, let my word work on me,
• And a just office on a murderer do.
• Except it be too late, to kill me so,
• Being double dead, going, and bidding, go.