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Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

Love’s Labour’s Lost


ACT V. SCENE I.—Another part of the Park.

Prin. Saint Dennis to Saint Cupid! What

are they                                          [say.

That charge their breath against us? say, scout,

Boyet.  Under the cool shade of a sycamore

I thought to close mine eyes some halfe an hour;

When, lo! to interrupt my purpos’d rest,

Toward that shade I might behold addrest

The king and his companions: warily

I stole into a neighbour thicket by,

And overheard what you shall overhear,

That, by and by, disguis’d they will be here.

Their herald is a pretty knavish page,

That well by heart hath conn’d his embassage:

Action and accent did they teach him there;

Thus must thou speak and thus thy body bear:

And ever and anon they made a doubt

Presence majestical would put him out;

For,  quoth the king, an angel shall thou see,

Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.

The boy reply’d, An angel is not evil;

I should have fear’d her had she been a devil.

With that all laugh’d, and clapp’d him on the


Making the bold wag, by their praises bolder.

One rubb’d his elbow, thus, and fleer’d, and


A better speech was never spoke before:

Another with his finger an his thumb

Cried, Vial we will do’t come what will come:

The third he caper’d, an cried, All goes well.

The fourth turn’d on the toe, and down he fell,

With such a zealous laughter, so profound,

That in this spleen ridiculous appears,

To check their folly, passion’s solemn tears.

Prin. But what, but what, come they to

visit us?                                     [thus,—

Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparel’d

Like Muscovites, or Russians, as I guess;

Their purpose is to parle, to court, and dance;

And every one his love-suit will advance

Unto his several mistress; which they’ll know

By favours several which they did bestow.

Prin. And will they so? the gallants shall be


For, ladies, we will every one be mask’d;

And not a man of them shall have the grace,

Despite of suit, to see a lady’s face.—

Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear;

And then the king will court thee for his dear;

Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me


So shall Birón take me for Rosaline.—

And change your favours too; so shall your


Woo contrary, deceiv’d by these removes.


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Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

Love’s Labour’s Lost


ACT V. SCENE I.—Another part of the Park.

Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well


Sut, Rosaline, you have a favour too:

Who sent it? and what is it?

Ros.                                   I would you knew!

An if my face were but as fair as yours,

My favour were as great; be witness this.

Nay, I have verses too, I thank Birón:

The numbers true; and, were the numb’ring too,

I were the fairest goddess on the ground:

I am compar’d to twenty thousand fairs.

O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter!

Prin. Anything like?

Ros. Much in the letters; nothing in the


Prin. Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion.

Kath. Fair as a text B in a copy-book.

Ros. ‘Ware pencils, ho! let me not die your


My rod dominical, my golden letter:

O that you face were not so full of O’s!

Kath. A pox of that jest! and be shrew all

shrows!                        [from fair Dumain?

Prin. But, Katharine, what was sent to you

Kath. Madam, this glove.

Prin.                 Did he not send you twain?

Kath. Yes, madam; and, moreover,

Some thousand verses of a faithful lover;

A huge translation of hypocrisy,

Vilely compil’d, profound simplicity.

Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent


The letter is too long by half a mile,  [heart

Prin.I think no less. Dost thou not wish in

The chain were longer and the letter short?

Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might

never part.

Prin. We are wise girls to mock our lovers so.

Ros. They are worse fools to purchase mock-

ing so.

That same Birón I’ll torture ere I go.

O that  I knew he were but in by the week!

How I would make him fawn, and be, and


And wait the season, and observe the times,

And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes,

And shape his service wholly to my ‘hests,

And make him proud to make me proud that


So portent-like would I o’ersway his state

That he should be my fool and I his fate.

Prin. None are so surely caught, when they

are catch’d,

As wit turn’d fool: folly, in wisdom hatch’d,

Hath wisdom’s warrant, and the help of school,

And wit’s own grace to grace a learned fool.

Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such


As gravity’s revolt to wantonness.

Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note

As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote,

Since all the power thereof it doth apply

To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.       [face.

Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his

Enter BOYET.

Boyet, O, I am stabb’d with laughter

Where’s her grace?

Prin. Thy news, Boyet?

Boyet.             Prepare, madam, prepare!—

Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are

Against your peace: Love doth approach dis-


Armes in arguments; you’ll be surpris’d:

Muster your wits: Sand in your own defence;

or hid your heads like cowards, and fly hence.


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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,

away.                                             [Exeunt.

SCENE II.—Another Part of the Park.

Before the PRINCESS’S Pavillion.


and MARIA.

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

dark.                                                [wrench.

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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Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

Love’s Labour’s Lost


ACT V. SCENE I.—Another part of the Park.

Go to; thou hast it ad dunghill, at the fingers’

ends, as they say.                            [unguem.

Hol. O, I smell false Latin; dunghill for

Arm. Arts-man, præmbula; we will be

singled from the barbarous. Do you not edu-

cate youth at the charge-house on the top of

the mountain?

Hol. Or mons, the hill.                            [train.

Arm. At your sweet pleasure, for the moun-

Hol. I do, sans question.

Arm. Sir, it is the king’s most sweet pleasure

and affection to congratulate the princess at

her pavilion, in the posteriors of this day;

which the rude multitude call the afternoon.

Hol. The posterior of the day, most generous

sir, is liable, congruent, and measurable for the

afternoon: the word is well culled, choice; sweet

and apt, I do assure you, sir, I do assure.

Arm. Sir, the king is a noble gentleman, and

my familiar, I do assure you, very good friend:

—For what is inward between us, let it pass:—

I do beseech thee, remember thy courtesy:—I

beseech thee, apparel thy head;—and among

other importunate and most serious designs,—

and of great import indeed too;—but let that

pass;—for I must tell thee, it will please his

grace, by the world, sometime to lean upon my

poor shoulder; and with his royal finger, thus,

dally with my excrement, with my mustachio:

but, sweet heart, let that pass. By the world, I

recount no fable; some certain special honours

it pleaseth his greatness to impart to Armado,

a soldier, a man of travel, that hath seen the

world: but let that pass.—The very all of all

is,—but, sweetheart, I do implore secrecy,—

that the king would have me present the prin-

cess, sweet chuck, with some delightful osten-

tation, or show, or pageant, or antic, or fire-

work. Now, understanding that the curate and

your sweet self are good at such eruptions and

sudden breaking out of mirth, as it were, I have

acquainted you withal, to the nd to crave

your assistance.

Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the

nine worthies.—Sir Nathaniel, as concerning

some entertainment of time, some show in the

posterior of this day, to be rendered by our as-

sistance,—the king’s command, and this most

gallant, illustrate, and learned gentleman,—be-

fore the princess, I say, none so fit as to present

the nine worthies.

Nath. Where will you find men worthy

enough to present them?

Hol. Joshua, yourself; myself, or this gallant

gentleman, Judas Maccabæus; this swain, be-

cause of his great limb or joint, shall pass

Pompey the Great; the page, Hercules.

Arm. Pardon, sir; error: he is not quantity

enough for that worthy’s thumb: he is not so

big as the end of his club.

Hol. Shall I have audience? he shall present

Hercules in minority; his enter and exit shall be

strangling a snake; and I will have an apology

for that purpose.

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Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

Love’s Labour’s Lost


ACT V. SCENE I.—Another part of the Park.



Hol. Satis quod sufficit.

Nath. I praise God for you, sir: your reasons

at dinner have been sharp and sententious;

pleasant without scurrility, witty without af-

fection, audacious without impudency, learned

without opinon, and strange without heresay.

I did converse this quondam day with a com-

panion of the king’s, who is intituled, nomi

nated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado.

Hol. Novi hominem tanquam te: his humour

is lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue

filed, his eye ambitious, his gait majestical, and

his general behaviour vain, ridiculous, and

thrasonical. He is too picked, too spruce, too

affected, too odd, as it were, too peregrinate,

as I may call it.

Nath. A most singular and choice epithet.

[Takes out his table-book.

Hol. He draweth out the thread of his ver-

bosity finer than the staple of his argument. I

abhor such fanatical fantasms, such insociable

and point-devise companions; such rackers of

orthography, as to speak dout, fine, when he

should say doubt; det, when he should pro-

nounce debt, d, e, b, t, not d, e, t: he clepeth

calf, cauf; half, hauf; neighbour vocatur

nebour; neigh abbreviated ne. This is abho-

minable (which he would call abominable), it

insinuateth me  of insanie: Ne intelligis, domine?

to make frantic, lunatic.

Nath. Laus Deo bone intelligo.

Hol. Bone!——bone for bene: Priscian a little

scratched; ’twill serve.

Nath. Videsne quis venit?

Hol. Video, et gaudeo.


Arm. Chirra!                                 [To MOTH.

Hol. Quare Chirra, not sirrah?

Arm. Men of peace, well encountered.

Hol. Most military sir, salutation.

Moth. They have been at a great feast of

languages and stolen the scraps.

[To COSTARD aside.

Cost. O, they have lived long on the alms-

basket of words! I marvel thy master hath not

eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long

by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou

art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon.

Moth. Peace; the peal begins.                [tered?

Arm. Monsieur [to HOL.], are you not let-

Moth. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the horn-

book;—What is a, b, spelt backward with the

horn on his head.

Hol. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added.

Moth. Ba, most silly sheep, with a horn.—

You hear his learning.

Hol. Quis, quis, thou consonant?

Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you

repeat them; or the fifth, if I.

Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, i,—

Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you

repeat them; or the fifth, if I.

Hol. I will repeat them, a, e, i.—

Moth. The sheep; the other two concludes

it; o, u.

Arm. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediter-

raneum, a sweet touch, a quick venew of wit:

snip, snap, quick and home; it rejoiceth my

intellect: true wit.                 [which is wit-old.

Moth. Offered by a child to an old man;

Hol. What is the figure? what is the figure?

Moth. Horns.                                  [thy gig.

Hol. Thou disputest like an infant: go, whip

Moth. end me your horn to make one, and

I will whip about your infamy circum circa; a

gig of cuckold’s horn!

Cost. An I had but one penny in the world

though shouldst have it to buy gingerbread: hold,

there is the very remuneration I had of thy

master, thou halpenny purse of wit, thou

pigeon-egg of discretion. O, an the heavens

were so pleased that thou wert but my bastard,

what a joyful father wouldst thou make me!

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ACT IV. SCENE II.—Another part of the Park.

Dum. Some salve for perjury.

Biron.                    O, ’tis more than need!—

Have at you, then, affection’s men-at-arms:

Consider what you first did swear unto;—

To fast,—to study,—and to see no woman;—

Flat treason ‘gainst the kingly state of youth.

Say, can you fast? your stomachs are too young,

And abstinence engender maladies.

And where that you have vow’d to study, lords,

In that each of you hath forsworn his book,—

Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look?

Why, universal plodding prisons up

The nimble spirits in the arteries,

As motion and long-during action tires

The sinewy vigour of the traveller/

Now, for not looking on a woman’s face,

You have in that forsowrn the se of eyes,

And study, too, the causer of your vow:

For when would you, my liege, or you, or you,

In leaden contemplation, have found out

Such fiery numbers as the prompting eyes

Of beauteous tutors have enrich’d you with?

Other slow arts entire keep the brain,

And therefore, finding barren practisers,

Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil;

But love, first learned in a lady’s eyes

Lives not alone immured in the brain,

But, with the motion of all elements,

Courses as swift as thought in every power,

And gives to every power a double power

Above their functions and their offices.

It adds a precious seeing to the eye:

A lover’s eyes will gaze an eagle blind;

A lover’s ear will hear the lowest sound,

When the suspicious head of theft is stopp’d,

Love’s feeling is more soft and sensible

Than are tender horns of cockled snails;

Love’s tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in


For valour, is not love a Hercules,

Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?

Subtle as sphinx; as sweet and musical

As bright Apollo’s lute, strung with his hair?

And when love speaks the vice of all the gods

Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.

Never durst poet touch a pen to write

Until his inke were temper’d with love’s sighs:

O, then his line would ravish savage ears,

And plant in tyrants mild humility.

From women’s eyes this doctrine I derive:

They sparkle still the right promethean fire;

They are the boos, the arts, the academes,

That show, contain, and nourish all the world,

Else none at all in aught proves excellent.

Then fools you were these women to forswear;

Or, keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools.

For wisdom’s sake.—a word that all men love

Or for love’s sake—a word that loves all men,

Or for men’s sake, the authors of these women,

Or women’s sake, by wgin we neb are men,

Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves,

Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths:

It is religion to be thus forsworn;

For charity itself fulfils the law,

And who can sever love from charity?

King. Saint Cupid, the! and, soldiers, to

the filed!                             [them, lords;

Biron. Advance your standards, and upon

Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advis’d

In conflict that you get the sun of them

Long. Now to plain-dealing; lay these glozes


Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France?

King. And win them too: therefore let us


Some entertainment for them in their tents.

Biron. First, from the park let us conduct

them thither;

Then homeward every man attach the hand

Of his fair mistress: in the afternoon

We will with some strange pastime solace them,

Such as the shortness of the time can shape;

For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours,

Forerun fair Love, strewing her way with


King. Away, away! no time shall be omitted,

That will be time, and may by us be fitted.

Biron. Allons! Allons!—Sow’d cockle reap’d

no corn;

And justice always whirls in equal measure:

Light wenches may prove plagues to men for-


If so, our copper buys no better treasure.


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ACT IV. SCENE II.—Another part of the Park.

Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,—

Fie, painted rhetoric! O, she needs it not;

To things of sale a seller’s prasie belongs;

She passes praise: then praise too short doth


A wither’d hermit, five-score winters worn,

Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye:

Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born,

And gives the crutch the cradle’s infancy.

O, ’tis the sun, that maketh all things shine!

King. By heaven, thy love is black as ebony.

Biron. Is ebony like her? O wood divine!

A wife of such wood were felicity.

O, who can give an oath? where is a book?

That I may swear beauty doth beauty lack

If that she learn not of her eye to look:

No face is fair that is not full so black.

King. O paradox! Black is the badge of hell,

The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night;

And beauty’s crest becomes the heavens well.

Biron. Devils soonest tempt, resembling

spirits of light.

O, if in black my lady’s brows be deckt,

It mourns that painting and usurping hair

Should ravish doters with a false aspect;

And therefore is she born to make black fair.

Her favour turns the fashion of the days;

For native blood is counted painting now;

And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise,

Paints itself black, to imitate her brow.

Dum. To look like her are chimney-sweepers

black.                                                [bright.

Long. And, since her time, are colliers counted

King. And Ethiopes of their sweet complex-

ion crack.                                        [is light.

Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark

Biron. Your mistress dare never come in


For fear their colours should be washed away.

King. ‘Twere good yours did; for, sir, to tell

you plain,

I’ll find a fairer face not wash’d to-day.

Biron. I’ll prove her fair, or talk till dooms-

day here.

King. No devil will fright thee then so much

as she.                                               [dear.

Dum.I never knew man hold vile stuff so

Long. Look, here’s thy love: my foot and

her face see.                 [Showing his shoe.

Biron. O, if the streets were paved with

thine eyes

Her feet were much too dainty for such treat!

Dum. O vile! then, as she goes, what up-

ward lies

The street should see as she walk’d over head.

King. But what of this? are we not all in

love?                                        [forsworn.

Biron. O, nothing so sure; and thereby all

King. Then leave this chat; and, good Biron,

now prove

Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn.

Dum. Ay, marry, there;—some flattery for

this evil.

Long. O, some authority how to proceed;

Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the


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