"Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely, but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme: of one, whose hand Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away, Richer than all his tribe: of one, whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum."