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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

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

Biron

197

How low soever the matter, I hope in God for high words.

2

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

Longaville

198

A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience!

3

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

Costard

215

As it shall follow in my correction: and God defend
the right!

4

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

Ferdinand

220

[Reads] 'Great deputy, the welkin's vicegerent and
sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's earth's god,
and body's fostering patron.'

5

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.

6

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

Don Adriano de Armado

463

I do affect the very ground, which is base, where
her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which
is basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn, which
is a great argument of falsehood, if I love. And
how can that be true love which is falsely
attempted? Love is a familiar; Love is a devil:
there is no evil angel but Love. Yet was Samson so
tempted, and he had an excellent strength; yet was
Solomon so seduced, and he had a very good wit.
Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club;
and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier.
The first and second cause will not serve my turn;
the passado he respects not, the duello he regards
not: his disgrace is to be called boy; but his
glory is to subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust rapier!
be still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea,
he loveth. Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme,
for I am sure I shall turn sonnet. Devise, wit;
write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.

7

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

Princess of France

563

God bless my ladies! are they all in love,
That every one her own hath garnished
With such bedecking ornaments of praise?

8

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

Biron

682

Now, God save thy life!

9

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

Costard

913

I thank your worship: God be wi' you!

10

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

Costard

1015

God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the head lady?

11

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

Holofernes

1189

God comfort thy capacity! I say, the allusion holds
in the exchange.

12

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

Jaquenetta

1230

God give you good morrow, master Parson.

13

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

Jaquenetta

1293

Good Costard, go with me. Sir, God save your life!

14

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

Sir Nathaniel

1296

Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, very
religiously; and, as a certain father saith,—

15

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

Biron

1319

The king he is hunting the deer; I am coursing
myself: they have pitched a toil; I am toiling in
a pitch,—pitch that defiles: defile! a foul
word. Well, set thee down, sorrow! for so they say
the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool: well
proved, wit! By the Lord, this love is as mad as
Ajax: it kills sheep; it kills me, I a sheep:
well proved again o' my side! I will not love: if
I do, hang me; i' faith, I will not. O, but her
eye,—by this light, but for her eye, I would not
love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing
in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By
heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme
and to be melancholy; and here is part of my rhyme,
and here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my
sonnets already: the clown bore it, the fool sent
it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter
fool, sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care
a pin, if the other three were in. Here comes one
with a paper: God give him grace to groan!

16

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

Biron

1397

This is the liver-vein, which makes flesh a deity,
A green goose a goddess: pure, pure idolatry.
God amend us, God amend! we are much out o' the way.

17

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

Jaquenetta

1523

God bless the king!

18

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

Sir Nathaniel

1735

I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner
have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without
scurrility, witty without affection, audacious without
impudency, learned without opinion, and strange with-
out heresy. I did converse this quondam day with
a companion of the king's, who is intituled, nomi-
nated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado.

19

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

Boyet

2204

They will, they will, God knows,
And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows:
Therefore change favours; and, when they repair,
Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.

20

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

Ferdinand

2227

Fair sir, God save you! Where's the princess?