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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Ferdinand |
3 |
Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live register'd upon our brazen tombs
And then grace us in the disgrace of death;
When, spite of cormorant devouring Time,
The endeavor of this present breath may buy
That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge
And make us heirs of all eternity.
Therefore, brave conquerors,—for so you are,
That war against your own affections
And the huge army of the world's desires,—
Our late edict shall strongly stand in force:
Navarre shall be the wonder of the world;
Our court shall be a little Academe,
Still and contemplative in living art.
You three, Biron, Dumain, and Longaville,
Have sworn for three years' term to live with me
My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes
That are recorded in this schedule here:
Your oaths are pass'd; and now subscribe your names,
That his own hand may strike his honour down
That violates the smallest branch herein:
If you are arm'd to do as sworn to do,
Subscribe to your deep oaths, and keep it too.
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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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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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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Biron |
106 |
Well, say I am; why should proud summer boast
Before the birds have any cause to sing?
Why should I joy in any abortive birth?
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
So you, to study now it is too late,
Climb o'er the house to unlock the little gate.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Biron |
146 |
So study evermore is overshot:
While it doth study to have what it would
It doth forget to do the thing it should,
And when it hath the thing it hunteth most,
'Tis won as towns with fire, so won, so lost.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Biron |
202 |
Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us cause to
climb in the merriness.
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7 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Costard |
204 |
The matter is to me, sir, as concerning Jaquenetta.
The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner.
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8 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Costard |
215 |
As it shall follow in my correction: and God defend
the right!
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9 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Ferdinand |
224 |
[Reads] 'So it is,'—
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10 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Costard |
225 |
It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is, in
telling true, but so.
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11 |
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,'—
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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Costard |
281 |
I do confess much of the hearing it but little of
the marking of it.
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13 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Ferdinand |
283 |
It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment, to be taken
with a wench.
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14 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Ferdinand |
286 |
Well, it was proclaimed 'damsel.'
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15 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Ferdinand |
288 |
It is so varied, too; for it was proclaimed 'virgin.'
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16 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Costard |
289 |
If it were, I deny her virginity: I was taken with a maid.
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17 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Costard |
303 |
I suffer for the truth, sir; for true it is, I was
taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true
girl; and therefore welcome the sour cup of
prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again; and
till then, sit thee down, sorrow!
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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Don Adriano de Armado |
310 |
Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit
grows melancholy?
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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Don Adriano de Armado |
320 |
I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton
appertaining to thy young days, which we may
nominate tender.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Moth |
341 |
You may do it in an hour, sir.
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