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Didst thou never hear
That things ill got had ever bad success?
And happy always was it for that son
Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?

      — King Henry VI. Part III, Act II Scene 2

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1

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

Ferdinand

231

[Reads] 'So it is, besieged with sable-coloured
melancholy, I did commend the black-oppressing humour
to the most wholesome physic of thy health-giving
air; and, as I am a gentleman, betook myself to
walk. The time when. About the sixth hour; when
beasts most graze, birds best peck, and men sit down
to that nourishment which is called supper: so much
for the time when. Now for the ground which; which,
I mean, I walked upon: it is y-cleped thy park. Then
for the place where; where, I mean, I did encounter
that obscene and preposterous event, that draweth
from my snow-white pen the ebon-coloured ink, which
here thou viewest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest;
but to the place where; it standeth north-north-east
and by east from the west corner of thy curious-
knotted garden: there did I see that low-spirited
swain, that base minnow of thy mirth,'—

2

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

Don Adriano de Armado

315

How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my
tender juvenal?

3

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

Don Adriano de Armado

328

Thou pretty, because little.

4

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

Don Adriano de Armado

336

I do say thou art quick in answers: thou heatest my blood.

5

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?

6

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

Don Adriano de Armado

443

Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou
be pardoned.

7

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

Don Adriano de Armado

447

Thou shalt be heavily punished.

8

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

Moth

453

No, sir; that were fast and loose: thou shalt to prison.

9

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

Rosaline

755

Thou art an old love-monger and speakest skilfully.

10

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

Don Adriano de Armado

772

How meanest thou? brawling in French?

11

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

Don Adriano de Armado

788

How hast thou purchased this experience?

12

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

Don Adriano de Armado

792

Callest thou my love 'hobby-horse'?

13

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

Don Adriano de Armado

799

What wilt thou prove?

14

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

Don Adriano de Armado

812

Ha, ha! what sayest thou?

15

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

Don Adriano de Armado

838

By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly
thought my spleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes
me to ridiculous smiling. O, pardon me, my stars!
Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, and
the word l'envoy for a salve?

16

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

Costard

876

Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth: I will speak that l'envoy:
I Costard, running out, that was safely within,
Fell over the threshold and broke my shin.

17

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

Don Adriano de Armado

884

By my sweet soul, I mean setting thee at liberty,
enfreedoming thy person; thou wert immured,
restrained, captivated, bound.

18

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

Biron

914

Stay, slave; I must employ thee:
As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave,
Do one thing for me that I shall entreat.

19

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

Biron

920

Thou knowest not what it is.

20

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

Biron

922

Why, villain, thou must know first.

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