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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
[II, 1]

Boyet

569

Navarre had notice of your fair approach;
And he and his competitors in oath
Were all address'd to meet you, gentle lady,
Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt:
He rather means to lodge you in the field,
Like one that comes here to besiege his court,
Than seek a dispensation for his oath,
To let you enter his unpeopled house.
Here comes Navarre.
[Enter FERDINAND, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BIRON, and]
Attendants]

2

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

Ferdinand

586

Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath.

3

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

Princess of France

587

Our Lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn.

4

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

Biron

672

Lady, I will commend you to mine own heart.

5

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

Dumain

686

Sir, I pray you, a word: what lady is that same?

6

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

Dumain

688

A gallant lady. Monsieur, fare you well.

7

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

Longaville

699

Nay, my choler is ended.
She is a most sweet lady.

8

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

Biron

924

It must be done this afternoon.
Hark, slave, it is but this:
The princess comes to hunt here in the park,
And in her train there is a gentle lady;
When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name,
And Rosaline they call her: ask for her;
And to her white hand see thou do commend
This seal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon; go.

9

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

Biron

937

And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip;
A very beadle to a humorous sigh;
A critic, nay, a night-watch constable;
A domineering pedant o'er the boy;
Than whom no mortal so magnificent!
This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy;
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents,
Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces,
Sole imperator and great general
Of trotting 'paritors:—O my little heart:—
And I to be a corporal of his field,
And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop!
What, I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife!
A woman, that is like a German clock,
Still a-repairing, ever out of frame,
And never going aright, being a watch,
But being watch'd that it may still go right!
Nay, to be perjured, which is worst of all;
And, among three, to love the worst of all;
A wightly wanton with a velvet brow,
With two pitch-balls stuck in her face for eyes;
Ay, and by heaven, one that will do the deed
Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard:
And I to sigh for her! to watch for her!
To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague
That Cupid will impose for my neglect
Of his almighty dreadful little might.
Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue and groan:
Some men must love my lady and some Joan.

10

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

Princess of France

1011

Only for praise: and praise we may afford
To any lady that subdues a lord.

11

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

Costard

1015

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

12

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

Costard

1017

Which is the greatest lady, the highest?

13

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

Costard

1024

I have a letter from Monsieur Biron to one Lady Rosaline.

14

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

Costard

1080

From my lord to my lady.

15

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

Princess of France

1081

From which lord to which lady?

16

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

Costard

1082

From my lord Biron, a good master of mine,
To a lady of France that he call'd Rosaline.

17

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

Boyet

1093

My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou marry,
Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry.
Finely put on!

18

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

Boyet

1116

A mark! O, mark but that mark! A mark, says my lady!
Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if it may be.

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

Costard

1126

By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown!
Lord, Lord, how the ladies and I have put him down!
O' my troth, most sweet jests! most incony
vulgar wit!
When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it
were, so fit.
Armado o' th' one side,—O, a most dainty man!
To see him walk before a lady and to bear her fan!
To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly a'
will swear!
And his page o' t' other side, that handful of wit!
Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit!
Sola, sola!

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

Holofernes

1280

I will overglance the superscript: 'To the
snow-white hand of the most beauteous Lady
Rosaline.' I will look again on the intellect of
the letter, for the nomination of the party writing
to the person written unto: 'Your ladyship's in all
desired employment, BIRON.' Sir Nathaniel, this
Biron is one of the votaries with the king; and here
he hath framed a letter to a sequent of the stranger
queen's, which accidentally, or by the way of
progression, hath miscarried. Trip and go, my
sweet; deliver this paper into the royal hand of the
king: it may concern much. Stay not thy
compliment; I forgive thy duty; adieu.