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 12
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- 16
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 20
with a paper: God give him grace to groan!
The King entreth.
King. Ay me!
Ber. [Aside.] Shot, by heaven! Proceed,
sweet Cupid: thou hast thumped him with 24
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, 28
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, 32
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. 36
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
