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1

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

Boyet

485

Now, madam, summon up your dearest spirits:
Consider who the king your father sends,
To whom he sends, and what's his embassy:
Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem,
To parley with the sole inheritor
Of all perfections that a man may owe,
Matchless Navarre; the plea of no less weight
Than Aquitaine, a dowry for a queen.
Be now as prodigal of all dear grace
As Nature was in making graces dear
When she did starve the general world beside
And prodigally gave them all to you.

2

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.

3

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

Ferdinand

584

You shall be welcome, madam, to my court.

4

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

Ferdinand

588

Not for the world, fair madam, by my will.

5

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

Ferdinand

600

Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.

6

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

Ferdinand

618

Madam, your father here doth intimate
The payment of a hundred thousand crowns;
Being but the one half of an entire sum
Disbursed by my father in his wars.
But say that he or we, as neither have,
Received that sum, yet there remains unpaid
A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which,
One part of Aquitaine is bound to us,
Although not valued to the money's worth.
If then the king your father will restore
But that one half which is unsatisfied,
We will give up our right in Aquitaine,
And hold fair friendship with his majesty.
But that, it seems, he little purposeth,
For here he doth demand to have repaid
A hundred thousand crowns; and not demands,
On payment of a hundred thousand crowns,
To have his title live in Aquitaine;
Which we much rather had depart withal
And have the money by our father lent
Than Aquitaine so gelded as it is.
Dear Princess, were not his requests so far
From reason's yielding, your fair self should make
A yielding 'gainst some reason in my breast
And go well satisfied to France again.

7

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

Forester

984

Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.

8

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

Forester

987

Yes, madam, fair.

9

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

Katharine

1929

Madam, this glove.

10

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.

11

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

Boyet

1965

Prepare, madam, prepare!
Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are
Against your peace: Love doth approach disguised,
Armed in arguments; you'll be surprised:
Muster your wits; stand in your own defence;
Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence.

12

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

Boyet

2199

Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear:
Immediately they will again be here
In their own shapes; for it can never be
They will digest this harsh indignity.

13

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

Rosaline

2214

Good madam, if by me you'll be advised,
Let's, mock them still, as well known as disguised:
Let us complain to them what fools were here,
Disguised like Muscovites, in shapeless gear;
And wonder what they were and to what end
Their shallow shows and prologue vilely penn'd
And their rough carriage so ridiculous,
Should be presented at our tent to us.

14

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

Ferdinand

2259

All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day!

15

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

Ferdinand

2282

How, madam! Russians!

16

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

Rosaline

2285

Madam, speak true. It is not so, my lord:
My lady, to the manner of the days,
In courtesy gives undeserving praise.
We four indeed confronted were with four
In Russian habit: here they stay'd an hour,
And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord,
They did not bless us with one happy word.
I dare not call them fools; but this I think,
When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink.

17

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

Ferdinand

2354

Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude transgression
Some fair excuse.

18

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

Ferdinand

2358

Madam, I was.

19

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

Ferdinand

2360

I was, fair madam.

20

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

Rosaline

2371

Madam, he swore that he did hold me dear
As precious eyesight, and did value me
Above this world; adding thereto moreover
That he would wed me, or else die my lover.