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For his bounty,
There was no winter in't; an autumn't was
That grew the more by reaping.

      — Antony and Cleopatra, Act V Scene 2

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1

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

Forester

987

Yes, madam, fair.

2

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

Biron

1319

The king he is hunting the deer; I am coursing
myself: they have pitched a toil; I am toiling in
a pitch,—pitch that defiles: defile! a foul
word. Well, set thee down, sorrow! for so they say
the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool: well
proved, wit! By the Lord, this love is as mad as
Ajax: it kills sheep; it kills me, I a sheep:
well proved again o' my side! I will not love: if
I do, hang me; i' faith, I will not. O, but her
eye,—by this light, but for her eye, I would not
love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing
in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By
heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme
and to be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme,
and here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my
sonnets already: the clown bore it, the fool sent
it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter
fool, sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care
a pin, if the other three were in. Here comes one
with a paper: God give him grace to groan!

3

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

Moth

1781

Yes, yes; he teaches boys the hornbook. What is a,
b, spelt backward, with the horn on his head?

4

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

Princess of France

1886

Nothing but this! yes, as much love in rhyme
As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper,
Writ o' both sides the leaf, margent and all,
That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name.

5

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

Katharine

1931

Yes, madam, and moreover
Some thousand verses of a faithful lover,
A huge translation of hypocrisy,
Vilely compiled, profound simplicity.

6

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

Katharine

2192

Yes, in good faith.

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