Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare
Love’s Labour’s Lost
ACT V. SCENE I.—Another part of the Park.
Moth. An excellent device! so, if any of the
audience hiss, you may cry: Well done, Her-
cules! now thou crushest the snake! that is the
way to make an offence gracious, though few
have the grace to do it.
Arm. For the rest of the worthies?-
Hol. I will play three myself.
Moth. Thrice-worthy gentleman!
Arm. Shall I tell you a thing?
Hol. We attend.
Arm. We will have, if this fadge not, an
antic. I beseech you, follow.
Hol. Via, goodman Dull! thou hast spoken
no word all this while.
Dull. Nor understood none neither, sir.
Hol. Allons! we will employ thee.
Dull. I’ll make one in a dance, or so; or I
will play on the tabor to the worthies, and let
them dance the hay.
Hol. Most dull, honest Dull!—to our sport,
SCENE II.—Another Part of the Park.
Before the PRINCESS’S Pavillion.
Enter the PRINCESS, KATHARINE, ROSALIND,
Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be reach ere we
If fairings come thus plentifully in:
A lady wall’d about with diamonds!
Look you what I have from the loving king.
Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with
that? [in rhyme
Prin. Nothing but this? yes, as much love
As would be cramm’d up in a sheet of paper,
Writ on both sides the leaf, margent and all,
That he was fain to seal on Cupid’s name.
Ros. That was the way to make his godhead
For he hath been five thousand years a boy.
Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows
Ros. You’ll ne’er be friends with him; he
kill’d your sister. [heavy;
Kath. He made her melancholy, sad; and
An so she died: had she been light, like you,
Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
She might have been a grandam ere she died.
And so may you; for a light heart lives long.
Ros. What’s your dark meaning, mouse, of
this light word?
Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark.
Ros. We need more light to find your mean-
ing out. [snuff;
Kath. You’ll mar the light by taking it in
Therefore, I’ll darkly end the argument.
Ros. Look what you do, you do it still i’ the
Kath. So do not you; for you are a light.
Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you; and therefore
Kath. You weigh me not?—O, that’s you
care not for me. [care.
Ros. Great reason; for, Past cure is still past
Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well
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ACT V. SCENE II.—Another part of the Park.