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Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.

      — King Henry IV. Part II, Act I Scene 2

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KEYWORD: affection

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1

Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2]

Don Adriano de Armado

360

I will hereupon confess I am in love: and as it is
base for a soldier to love, so am I in love with a
base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour
of affection would deliver me from the reprobate
thought of it, I would take Desire prisoner, and
ransom him to any French courtier for a new-devised
courtesy. I think scorn to sigh: methinks I should
outswear Cupid. Comfort, me, boy: what great men
have been in love?

2

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 1]

Sir Nathaniel

1735

I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner
have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without
scurrility, witty without affection, audacious without
impudency, learned without opinion, and strange with-
out heresy. I did converse this quondam day with
a companion of the king's, who is intituled, nomi-
nated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado.

3

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 1]

Don Adriano de Armado

1814

Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure and
affection to congratulate the princess at her
pavilion in the posteriors of this day, which the
rude multitude call the afternoon.

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