Sonnet 134

So now I have confess’d that he is thine,

And I myself am mortgaged to thy will;

Myself I’ll forfeit, so that other mine

Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still.

But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,

For thou art covetous, and he is kind.

He learn’d but surety-like to write for me,

Under that bond that him as fast doth bind.

The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,

Thou usurer that put’st forth all to use,

And sue a friend came debtor for my sake,

So him I lose through my unkind abuse.

Him have I lost; thou hast both him and me.

He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.

I’ve brought myself now to admit

He is yours, while also I am

Leasing a space. I’ll pay his debt

Too, if you’ll free him to go home.

But you will not, and he won’t be,

Since you are covetous, greedy.

His aim was only to speak for me,

But you seduced him, knowingly.

You don’t forgive anyone the debt you put them in

To pay for your beauty’s enrapturing.

You’ve sucked in my friend; now you have two men

In deep, desperately clambering.

So I have lost him—he’s now in the hole—

And I’m still as bankrupt as an extravagant fool.