 My ear should catch your voice. My eye, your eye.   My tongue should catch your tongue’s sweet melody.   Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,   The rest I’d give to be to you translated. 
 My ear would be infected by your voice, my eye by your eye, and my tongue would catch your tongue's musical voice. If I owned the world, I’d give it all up—with the exception of Demetrius—to be transformed into you.