Sonnet 133

The Dark Lady has stolen the poet's heart and enslaved his friend as well, creating a triangular torment where the poet loses both self and beloved.

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1 Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
The revelation
Curse that heart which makes my own heart groan
2 For that deep wound it gives my friend and me;
For the deep wound it gives both my friend and me,
3 Is’t not enough to torture me alone,
Is it not enough to torture just me,
4 But slave to slavery my sweet’st friend must be?
Friend enslaved
But my dearest friend must also be enslaved to slavery?
5 Me from my self thy cruel eye hath taken,
You have stolen me from myself with your cruel gaze,
6 And my next self thou harder hast engrossed,
And you have seized my closest self even harder,
Wordplay: “my next self”

The friend is the poet's second self, his other identity. Her seduction of the friend is a second betrayal, a theft from within.

7 Of him, my self, and thee I am forsaken,
Of him, myself, and you I am abandoned,
Wordplay: “forsaken / crossed”

Abandoned and thwarted; the poet is undone from all sides simultaneously.

8 A torment thrice three-fold thus to be crossed:
A torment threefold, twisted like this.
Volta The volta shifts from lamenting the theft of self and friend to attempting negotiation—trying to reclaim the friend's heart through the poet's suffering.
9 Prison my heart in thy steel bosom’s ward,
Lock my heart in the steel cage of your chest,
10 But then my friend’s heart let my poor heart bail,
But then let my heart bail out my friend's heart,
11 Whoe’er keeps me, let my heart be his guard,
Whoever holds me captive, let my loyalty protect them,
12 Thou canst not then use rigour in my gaol.
Then you cannot use cruelty toward me in my prison.
13 And yet thou wilt, for I being pent in thee,
And yet you will be, because I'm confined within you,
14 Perforce am thine and all that is in me.
And by force I become yours, and everything in me.
The Theft of Identity

The sonnet uses legal and property language: the Dark Lady 'takes' the poet from himself, 'engrosses' his 'next self' (the friend). This makes the seduction a kind of theft and enslavement. The poet is 'forsaken' by both himself and his beloved. This inversion of agency—the poet becomes the object taken—reveals how desire unmakes the self. Love, in this formulation, is the loss of autonomous identity.

The Torment of Threes

Line 8's 'torment thrice three-fold' suggests a mathematical impossibility of pain: three parties, three losses, compounded. The language of imprisonment ('prison my heart,' 'ward,' 'gaol') makes clear that the Dark Lady has become a tyrannical jailer. The poet's hope—that his suffering might bail out his friend—is touching but clearly desperate. He cannot trade his pain for his friend's freedom; both remain trapped.

If this happened today

Like discovering your best friend has been sleeping with your ex (or current) partner. The betrayal is doubled: losing the lover and the friend simultaneously. The poem captures the particular torment of romantic entanglement with a friend—the problem isn't just jealousy but the destruction of multiple bonds.