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1

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

Ferdinand

3

Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live register'd upon our brazen tombs
And then grace us in the disgrace of death;
When, spite of cormorant devouring Time,
The endeavor of this present breath may buy
That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge
And make us heirs of all eternity.
Therefore, brave conquerors,—for so you are,
That war against your own affections
And the huge army of the world's desires,—
Our late edict shall strongly stand in force:
Navarre shall be the wonder of the world;
Our court shall be a little Academe,
Still and contemplative in living art.
You three, Biron, Dumain, and Longaville,
Have sworn for three years' term to live with me
My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes
That are recorded in this schedule here:
Your oaths are pass'd; and now subscribe your names,
That his own hand may strike his honour down
That violates the smallest branch herein:
If you are arm'd to do as sworn to do,
Subscribe to your deep oaths, and keep it too.

2

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

Biron

146

So study evermore is overshot:
While it doth study to have what it would
It doth forget to do the thing it should,
And when it hath the thing it hunteth most,
'Tis won as towns with fire, so won, so lost.

3

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

Costard

281

I do confess much of the hearing it but little of
the marking of it.

4

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

Don Adriano de Armado

336

I do say thou art quick in answers: thou heatest my blood.

5

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

Moth

341

You may do it in an hour, sir.

6

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

Moth

351

Which the base vulgar do call three.

7

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

Don Adriano de Armado

376

O well-knit Samson! strong-jointed Samson! I do
excel thee in my rapier as much as thou didst me in
carrying gates. I am in love too. Who was Samson's
love, my dear Moth?

8

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

Don Adriano de Armado

413

I will have that subject newly writ o'er, that I may
example my digression by some mighty precedent.
Boy, I do love that country girl that I took in the
park with the rational hind Costard: she deserves well.

9

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

Don Adriano de Armado

429

I do betray myself with blushing. Maid!

10

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

Costard

445

Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a
full stomach.

11

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

Costard

454

Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation
that I have seen, some shall see.

12

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.

13

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

Princess of France

540

Such short-lived wits do wither as they grow.
Who are the rest?

14

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.

15

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

Princess of France

643

You do the king my father too much wrong
And wrong the reputation of your name,
In so unseeming to confess receipt
Of that which hath so faithfully been paid.

16

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

Ferdinand

647

I do protest I never heard of it;
And if you prove it, I'll repay it back
Or yield up Aquitaine.

17

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

Rosaline

673

Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it.

18

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

Biron

678

Would that do it good?

19

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

Boyet

758

Do you hear, my mad wenches?

20

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

Boyet

760

What then, do you see?