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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

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

Ferdinand

51

Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these.

2

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

Dull

441

Come, Jaquenetta, away!

3

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

Don Adriano de Armado

450

Take away this villain; shut him up.

4

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

Moth

451

Come, you transgressing slave; away!

5

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

Princess of France

601

You will the sooner, that I were away;
For you'll prove perjured if you make me stay.

6

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

Moth

773

No, my complete master: but to jig off a tune at
the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour
it with turning up your eyelids, sigh a note and
sing a note, sometime through the throat, as if you
swallowed love with singing love, sometime through
the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling
love; with your hat penthouse-like o'er the shop of
your eyes; with your arms crossed on your thin-belly
doublet like a rabbit on a spit; or your hands in
your pocket like a man after the old painting; and
keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away.
These are complements, these are humours; these
betray nice wenches, that would be betrayed without
these; and make them men of note—do you note
me?—that most are affected to these.

7

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

Don Adriano de Armado

815

The way is but short: away!

8

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

Princess of France

1084

Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, away.
[To ROSALINE]
Here, sweet, put up this: 'twill be thine another day.

9

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

Holofernes

1312

And, certes, the text most infallibly concludes it.
[To DULL]
Sir, I do invite you too; you shall not
say me nay: pauca verba. Away! the gentles are at
their game, and we will to our recreation.

10

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

Ferdinand

1519

Soft! whither away so fast?
A true man or a thief that gallops so?

11

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

Ferdinand

1528

If it mar nothing neither,
The treason and you go in peace away together.

12

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

Ferdinand

1555

Hence, sirs; away!

13

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

Biron

1614

Your mistresses dare never come in rain,
For fear their colours should be wash'd away.

14

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

Ferdinand

1726

Away, away! no time shall be omitted
That will betime, and may by us be fitted.

15

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

Holofernes

1878

Most dull, honest Dull! To our sport, away!

16

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

Princess of France

2030

No, to the death, we will not move a foot;
Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace,
But while 'tis spoke each turn away her face.

17

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

Princess of France

2035

Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt
The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out
There's no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown,
To make theirs ours and ours none but our own:
So shall we stay, mocking intended game,
And they, well mock'd, depart away with shame.

18

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

Biron

2233

This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons pease,
And utters it again when God doth please:
He is wit's pedler, and retails his wares
At wakes and wassails, meetings, markets, fairs;
And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know,
Have not the grace to grace it with such show.
This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve;
Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve;
A' can carve too, and lisp: why, this is he
That kiss'd his hand away in courtesy;
This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice,
That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice
In honourable terms: nay, he can sing
A mean most meanly; and in ushering
Mend him who can: the ladies call him sweet;
The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet:
This is the flower that smiles on every one,
To show his teeth as white as whale's bone;
And consciences, that will not die in debt,
Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet.

19

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

Biron

2514

Take away the conqueror, take away Alisander.

20

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

Costard

2515

[To SIR NATHANIEL] O, sir, you have overthrown
Alisander the conqueror! You will be scraped out of
the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds
his poll-axe sitting on a close-stool, will be given
to Ajax: he will be the ninth Worthy. A conqueror,
and afeard to speak! run away for shame, Alisander.
[SIR NATHANIEL retires]
There, an't shall please you; a foolish mild man; an
honest man, look you, and soon dashed. He is a
marvellous good neighbour, faith, and a very good
bowler: but, for Alisander,—alas, you see how
'tis,—a little o'erparted. But there are Worthies
a-coming will speak their mind in some other sort.