why, why does thou mockest me so?
does thou take pleasure in mocking me?
then why does thou call me a friend?
a friend to thee it seems not so.
i treat thee with kindness,
yet thou return hate and scorn.
thou showth no form of consideration
for my feelings. hath you no emotions,
no grace, no tactfullness?
thou turnest into none but a monster,
turning thy back on a 'friend'.
it doth seems to me that thou
considers me to be filthy rags,
Jealousy doth consume your mind,
clouded thy eyne from sensitivity.
like Alzheimer's disease,
thou hath forgotten thy madien's grace,
and like a cataract in thy eyne,
thou lost the vision of kindness.
thou annoy me so,
thy constant pursuit of my torture,
seems to please thee.
however, thou showth everyone
that ice-cold heart of yours
that will soon be shattered
by the hammer of loneliness.
one by one, friends of ye
will slip away due to the way
thou treat them.
i'm not surprised, that very soon,
thou will slip away into darkness
and cry over thy actions.
therefore, i say 'adieu'
my patience is spent and gone on thee
so adieu, adieu, adieu...
never did mockers waste more idle breath.
-a midsummer night's dream act 3 scene 2 line168
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