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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Biron |
52 |
Let me say no, my liege, an if you please:
I only swore to study with your grace
And stay here in your court for three years' space.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Ferdinand |
104 |
Biron is like an envious sneaping frost,
That bites the first-born infants of the spring.
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3 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Biron |
218 |
As we would hear an oracle.
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4 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Biron |
300 |
I'll lay my head to any good man's hat,
These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn.
Sirrah, come on.
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5 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Moth |
323 |
And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title to your
old time, which we may name tough.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Moth |
333 |
I will praise an eel with the same praise.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Don Adriano de Armado |
334 |
What, that an eel is ingenious?
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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Moth |
335 |
That an eel is quick.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Moth |
341 |
You may do it in an hour, sir.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Don Adriano de Armado |
463 |
I do affect the very ground, which is base, where
her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which
is basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn, which
is a great argument of falsehood, if I love. And
how can that be true love which is falsely
attempted? Love is a familiar; Love is a devil:
there is no evil angel but Love. Yet was Samson so
tempted, and he had an excellent strength; yet was
Solomon so seduced, and he had a very good wit.
Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club;
and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier.
The first and second cause will not serve my turn;
the passado he respects not, the duello he regards
not: his disgrace is to be called boy; but his
glory is to subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust rapier!
be still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea,
he loveth. Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme,
for I am sure I shall turn sonnet. Devise, wit;
write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[II, 1] |
Katharine |
542 |
The young Dumain, a well-accomplished youth,
Of all that virtue love for virtue loved:
Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill;
For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,
And shape to win grace though he had no wit.
I saw him at the Duke Alencon's once;
And much too little of that good I saw
Is my report to his great worthiness.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[II, 1] |
Rosaline |
550 |
Another of these students at that time
Was there with him, if I have heard a truth.
Biron they call him; but a merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal:
His eye begets occasion for his wit;
For every object that the one doth catch
The other turns to a mirth-moving jest,
Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor,
Delivers in such apt and gracious words
That aged ears play truant at his tales
And younger hearings are quite ravished;
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[II, 1] |
Ferdinand |
586 |
Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[II, 1] |
Ferdinand |
618 |
Madam, your father here doth intimate
The payment of a hundred thousand crowns;
Being but the one half of an entire sum
Disbursed by my father in his wars.
But say that he or we, as neither have,
Received that sum, yet there remains unpaid
A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which,
One part of Aquitaine is bound to us,
Although not valued to the money's worth.
If then the king your father will restore
But that one half which is unsatisfied,
We will give up our right in Aquitaine,
And hold fair friendship with his majesty.
But that, it seems, he little purposeth,
For here he doth demand to have repaid
A hundred thousand crowns; and not demands,
On payment of a hundred thousand crowns,
To have his title live in Aquitaine;
Which we much rather had depart withal
And have the money by our father lent
Than Aquitaine so gelded as it is.
Dear Princess, were not his requests so far
From reason's yielding, your fair self should make
A yielding 'gainst some reason in my breast
And go well satisfied to France again.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[II, 1] |
Boyet |
691 |
A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the light.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[II, 1] |
Boyet |
697 |
Good sir, be not offended.
She is an heir of Falconbridge.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[II, 1] |
Boyet |
734 |
Why, all his behaviors did make their retire
To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire:
His heart, like an agate, with your print impress'd,
Proud with his form, in his eye pride express'd:
His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,
Did stumble with haste in his eyesight to be;
All senses to that sense did make their repair,
To feel only looking on fairest of fair:
Methought all his senses were lock'd in his eye,
As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy;
Who, tendering their own worth from where they were glass'd,
Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd:
His face's own margent 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.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[II, 1] |
Rosaline |
755 |
Thou art an old love-monger and speakest skilfully.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[III, 1] |
Moth |
810 |
A message well sympathized; a horse to be ambassador
for an ass.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[III, 1] |
Don Adriano de Armado |
844 |
No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse, to make plain
Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain.
I will example it:
The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
Were still at odds, being but three.
There's the moral. Now the l'envoy.
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