ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.
For gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by.
LUCIANA.
Gaze where you should, and that will clear your sight.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.
As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night.
LUCIANA.
Why call you me love? Call my sister so.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.
Thy sister’s sister.
LUCIANA.
That’s my sister.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.
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.
LUCIANA.
All this my sister is, or else should be.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.
Call thyself sister, sweet, for I aim thee;
Thee will I love, and with thee lead my life;
Thou hast no husband yet, nor I no wife.
Give me thy hand.
LUCIANA.
O, soft, sir, hold you still;
I’ll fetch my sister to get her goodwill.