A/N: I have these silly little magnets on my fridge – the word ones – from Shakepeare plays. So playing with them one day I wound up with this.

With torment

Woman too mortal

Dire curse ne'er quenched

Thus she tempt death

Loath myself soon

Almost a foul tale

Through poison

Out wicked villain

Discontent and melancholy herein

Haste in thy night

But if I question naught

How to seek the will

To never deceive you

Make perchance a friend

And my lover

Dream fair maiden

Where love must light