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Love's Labour's Lost, IV. iii

but her eye!—by this light, but for her eye, I

would not love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well,

I do nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my

throat. By heaven, I do love, and it hath

taught me to rime, and to be melancholy; and

here is part of my rime, and here my melan-

choly. Well, she hath one o' my sonnets al-

ready: the clown bore it, the fool sent it, and

the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter fool,

sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care a

pin if the other three were in. Here comes one

with a paper: God give him grace to groan!

He stands aside [or climbs into a tree].

King. Ay me!

Ber. [Aside.] Shot, by heaven! Proceed,

sweet Cupid: thou hast thumped him with

thy bird-bolt under the left pap. In faith,

secrets!

King. 'So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not

To those fresh morning drops upon the rose,

As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote

The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows.

Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright

Through the transparent bosom of the deep,

As doth thy face through tears of mine give light:

Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep;

No drop but as a coach doth carry thee:

So ridest thou triumphing in my woe.

Do but behold the tears that swell in me,

And they thy glory through my grief will show:

But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep

 20 in: i.e. in love

25 bird-bolt: blunt arrow for killing birds

