loathness

Pray you look not sad, Nor make replies of loathness; take the hint Which my despair proclaims.

Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live, The loathness to depart would grow.

You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwise By all of us; and the fair soul herself Weigh'd between loathness and obedience at Which end o' th' beam should bow.