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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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2 |
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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3 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Biron |
153 |
Necessity will make us all forsworn
Three thousand times within this three years' space;
For every man with his affects is born,
Not by might master'd but by special grace:
If I break faith, this word shall speak for me;
I am forsworn on 'mere necessity.'
So to the laws at large I write my name:
[Subscribes]
And he that breaks them in the least degree
Stands in attainder of eternal shame:
Suggestions are to other as to me;
But I believe, although I seem so loath,
I am the last that will last keep his oath.
But is there no quick recreation granted?
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4 |
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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5 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Dull |
193 |
Signior Arme—Arme—commends you. There's villany
abroad: this letter will tell you more.
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6 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Ferdinand |
217 |
Will you hear this letter with attention?
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7 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Ferdinand |
290 |
This maid will not serve your turn, sir.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Costard |
291 |
This maid will serve my turn, sir.
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9 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Ferdinand |
292 |
Sir, I will pronounce your sentence: you shall fast
a week with bran and water.
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10 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Biron |
300 |
I'll lay my head to any good man's hat,
These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn.
Sirrah, come on.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Moth |
312 |
A great sign, sir, that he will look sad.
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12 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Moth |
333 |
I will praise an eel with the same praise.
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13 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Moth |
353 |
Why, sir, is this such a piece of study? Now here
is three studied, ere ye'll thrice wink: and how
easy it is to put 'years' to the word 'three,' and
study three years in two words, the dancing horse
will tell you.
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14 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Don Adriano de Armado |
360 |
I will hereupon confess I am in love: and as it is
base for a soldier to love, so am I in love with a
base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour
of affection would deliver me from the reprobate
thought of it, I would take Desire prisoner, and
ransom him to any French courtier for a new-devised
courtesy. I think scorn to sigh: methinks I should
outswear Cupid. Comfort, me, boy: what great men
have been in love?
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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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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Don Adriano de Armado |
413 |
I will have that subject newly writ o'er, that I may
example my digression by some mighty precedent.
Boy, I do love that country girl that I took in the
park with the rational hind Costard: she deserves well.
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17 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Don Adriano de Armado |
431 |
I will visit thee at the lodge.
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18 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Don Adriano de Armado |
435 |
I will tell thee wonders.
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19 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Costard |
452 |
Let me not be pent up, sir: I will fast, being loose.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Costard |
457 |
Nay, nothing, Master Moth, but what they look upon.
It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their
words; and therefore I will say nothing: I thank
God I have as little patience as another man; and
therefore I can be quiet.
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