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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Dumain |
30 |
My loving lord, Dumain is mortified:
The grosser manner of these world's delights
He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves:
To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die;
With all these living in philosophy.
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2 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Ferdinand |
167 |
Ay, that there is. Our court, you know, is haunted
With a refined traveller of Spain;
A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain;
One whom the music of his own vain tongue
Doth ravish like enchanting harmony;
A man of complements, whom right and wrong
Have chose as umpire of their mutiny:
This child of fancy, that Armado hight,
For interim to our studies shall relate
In high-born words the worth of many a knight
From tawny Spain lost in the world's debate.
How you delight, my lords, I know not, I;
But, I protest, I love to hear him lie
And I will use him for my minstrelsy.
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3 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Don Adriano de Armado |
338 |
I love not to be crossed.
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4 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Moth |
339 |
[Aside] He speaks the mere contrary; crosses love not him.
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5 |
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?
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6 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Moth |
373 |
Samson, master: he was a man of good carriage, great
carriage, for he carried the town-gates on his back
like a porter: and he was in love.
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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?
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8 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Don Adriano de Armado |
387 |
Green indeed is the colour of lovers; but to have a
love of that colour, methinks Samson had small reason
for it. He surely affected her for her wit.
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9 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Don Adriano de Armado |
391 |
My love is most immaculate white and red.
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10 |
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.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Moth |
417 |
[Aside] To be whipped; and yet a better love than
my master.
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12 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Don Adriano de Armado |
419 |
Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love.
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13 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Don Adriano de Armado |
437 |
I love thee.
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14 |
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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15 |
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] |
Princess of France |
563 |
God bless my ladies! are they all in love,
That every one her own hath garnished
With such bedecking ornaments of praise?
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17 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[III, 1] |
Don Adriano de Armado |
768 |
Sweet air! Go, tenderness of years; take this key,
give enlargement to the swain, bring him festinately
hither: I must employ him in a letter to my love.
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18 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[III, 1] |
Moth |
771 |
Master, will you win your love with a French brawl?
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19 |
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.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[III, 1] |
Don Adriano de Armado |
792 |
Callest thou my love 'hobby-horse'?
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