Love's Labour's Lost2000

Boyet:
If my observation, which very seldom lies by the heart's still rhetoric disclosed with eyes, deceived me not now, Navarre is infected.

The Princess:
With what?

Boyet:
With that which we lovers entitle affected.

The Princess:
Your reason?

Boyet:
His face's own margin did quote such amazes that all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes. I'll give you Aquitaine, and all that is his, an you give him for my sake but one loving kiss.

The Princess:
Come, to our pavilion. Boyet is disposed.

Boyet:
But to speak that in words which his eyes hath disclosed. I only have made a mouth of his eye by adding a tongue which I know will not lie.

Rosaline:
Thou art an old love-monger, and speakest skilfully.

Boyet:
Do you hear, my mad wenches?

Maria:
No.

Boyet:
What then, do you see?

Maria:
Ay,^Åour way to be gone.

Boyet:
You are too hard for me.