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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Biron |
56 |
By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest.
What is the end of study? let me know.
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2 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Ferdinand |
58 |
Why, that to know, which else we should not know.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Biron |
61 |
Come on, then; I will swear to study so,
To know the thing I am forbid to know:
As thus,—to study where I well may dine,
When I to feast expressly am forbid;
Or study where to meet some mistress fine,
When mistresses from common sense are hid;
Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath,
Study to break it and not break my troth.
If study's gain be thus and this be so,
Study knows that which yet it doth not know:
Swear me to this, and I will ne'er say no.
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4 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Biron |
74 |
Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain,
Which with pain purchased doth inherit pain:
As, painfully to pore upon a book
To seek the light of truth; while truth the while
Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look:
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile:
So, ere you find where light in darkness lies,
Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.
Study me how to please the eye indeed
By fixing it upon a fairer eye,
Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed
And give him light that it was blinded by.
Study is like the heaven's glorious sun
That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks:
Small have continual plodders ever won
Save base authority from others' books
These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights
That give a name to every fixed star
Have no more profit of their shining nights
Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
Too much to know is to know nought but fame;
And every godfather can give a name.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Biron |
132 |
A dangerous law against gentility!
[Reads]
'Item, If any man be seen to talk with a woman
within the term of three years, he shall endure such
public shame as the rest of the court can possibly devise.'
This article, my liege, yourself must break;
For well you know here comes in embassy
The French king's daughter with yourself to speak—
A maid of grace and complete majesty—
About surrender up of Aquitaine
To her decrepit, sick and bedrid father:
Therefore this article is made in vain,
Or vainly comes the admired princess hither.
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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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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Moth |
348 |
Then, I am sure, you know how much the gross sum of
deuce-ace amounts to.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Moth |
398 |
If she be made of white and red,
Her faults will ne'er be known,
For blushing cheeks by faults are bred
And fears by pale white shown:
Then if she fear, or be to blame,
By this you shall not know,
For still her cheeks possess the same
Which native she doth owe.
A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of
white and red.
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9 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Don Adriano de Armado |
433 |
I know where it is situate.
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10 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[II, 1] |
Princess of France |
497 |
Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise:
Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye,
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues:
I am less proud to hear you tell my worth
Than you much willing to be counted wise
In spending your wit in the praise of mine.
But now to task the tasker: good Boyet,
You are not ignorant, all-telling fame
Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,
Till painful study shall outwear three years,
No woman may approach his silent court:
Therefore to's seemeth it a needful course,
Before we enter his forbidden gates,
To know his pleasure; and in that behalf,
Bold of your worthiness, we single you
As our best-moving fair solicitor.
Tell him, the daughter of the King of France,
On serious business, craving quick dispatch,
Importunes personal conference with his grace:
Haste, signify so much; while we attend,
Like humble-visaged suitors, his high will.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[II, 1] |
Princess of France |
525 |
Know you the man?
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Love's Labour's Lost
[II, 1] |
Maria |
526 |
I know him, madam: at a marriage-feast,
Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir
Of Jaques Falconbridge, solemnized
In Normandy, saw I this Longaville:
A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd;
Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms:
Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.
The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss,
If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,
Is a sharp wit matched with too blunt a will;
Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills
It should none spare that come within his power.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[II, 1] |
Maria |
539 |
They say so most that most his humours know.
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14 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[II, 1] |
Biron |
605 |
I know you did.
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15 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[II, 1] |
Boyet |
751 |
But to speak that in words which his eye hath
disclosed.
I only have made a mouth of his eye,
By adding a tongue which I know will not lie.
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16 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[III, 1] |
Costard |
921 |
I shall know, sir, when I have done it.
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17 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[III, 1] |
Biron |
922 |
Why, villain, thou must know first.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 1] |
Boyet |
974 |
I know not; but I think it was not he.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 1] |
Princess of France |
1016 |
Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 1] |
Rosaline |
1089 |
Shall I teach you to know?
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