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Act I, Scene 132

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  • Shakespeare. Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
    Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,
    Have put on black and loving mourners be,
    Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
    And truly not the morning sun of heaven 1840
    Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
    Nor that full star that ushers in the even
    Doth half that glory to the sober west,
    As those two mourning eyes become thy face:
    O, let it then as well beseem thy heart 1845
    To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace,
    And suit thy pity like in every part.
    Then will I swear beauty herself is black
    And all they foul that thy complexion lack.

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