The Comedy of Errors

by devinking

Luciana

It is a fault that springeth from your eye.

Antipholus S.

For gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by.

Luciana

Gaze where you should, and that will clear your sight.

Antipholus S.

As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night.

Luciana

Why call it love? Call my sister so.

Antipholus S.

Thy sister’s sister.

Luciana

That’s my sister.

Antipholus S.

No;

It is thyself, mine own self’s better part;

Mine eye’s clear eye, my dear heart’s dearer heart;

My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope’s aim;

My sole earth’s heaven, and my heaven’s claim.

Act III.2, ll. 55-64

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