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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

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.

2

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

Moth

343

How many is one thrice told?

3

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

Biron

615

And send you many lovers!

4

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

Sir Nathaniel

1165

Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred
in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he
hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not
replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in
the duller parts:
And such barren plants are set before us, that we
thankful should be,
Which we of taste and feeling are, for those parts that
do fructify in us more than he.
For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, or a fool,
So were there a patch set on learning, to see him in a school:
But omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind,
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

5

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

Ferdinand

2075

Say to her, we have measured many miles
To tread a measure with her on this grass.

6

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

Boyet

2077

They say, that they have measured many a mile
To tread a measure with you on this grass.

7

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

Rosaline

2079

It is not so. Ask them how many inches
Is in one mile: if they have measured many,
The measure then of one is easily told.

8

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

Boyet

2082

If to come hither you have measured miles,
And many miles, the princess bids you tell
How many inches doth fill up one mile.

9

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

Rosaline

2087

How many weary steps,
Of many weary miles you have o'ergone,
Are number'd in the travel of one mile?