Speeches (Lines) for Holofernes
in "Love's Labour's Lost"

Total: 54

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1

IV,2,1144

The deer was, as you know, sanguis, in blood; ripe
as the pomewater, who now hangeth like a jewel in...

2

IV,2,1152

Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.

3

IV,2,1154

Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of
insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of...

4

IV,2,1163

Twice-sod simplicity, his coctus!
O thou monster Ignorance, how deformed dost thou look!

5

IV,2,1181

Dictynna, goodman Dull; Dictynna, goodman Dull.

6

IV,2,1184

The moon was a month old when Adam was no more,
And raught not to five weeks when he came to...

7

IV,2,1189

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

8

IV,2,1194

Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal epitaph
on the death of the deer? And, to humour the...

9

IV,2,1199

I will something affect the letter, for it argues facility.
The preyful princess pierced and prick'd a pretty...

10

IV,2,1213

This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a
foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures,...

11

IV,2,1225

Mehercle, if their sons be ingenuous, they shall
want no instruction; if their daughters be capable,...

12

IV,2,1231

Master Parson, quasi pers-on. An if one should be
pierced, which is the one?

13

IV,2,1234

Piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of conceit in a
tuft of earth; fire enough for a flint, pearl enough...

14

IV,2,1240

Fauste, precor gelida quando pecus omne sub umbra
Ruminat,—and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan! I...

15

IV,2,1250

Let me hear a staff, a stanze, a verse; lege, domine.

16

IV,2,1268

You find not the apostraphas, and so miss the
accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Here are...

17

IV,2,1280

I will overglance the superscript: 'To the
snow-white hand of the most beauteous Lady...

18

IV,2,1298

Sir tell me not of the father; I do fear colourable
colours. But to return to the verses: did they...

19

IV,2,1302

I do dine to-day at the father's of a certain pupil
of mine; where, if, before repast, it shall please...

20

IV,2,1312

And, certes, the text most infallibly concludes it.
[To DULL]...

21

V,1,1734

Satis quod sufficit.

22

V,1,1742

Novi hominem tanquam te: his humour is lofty, his
discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye...

23

V,1,1750

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer
than the staple of his argument. I abhor such...

24

V,1,1762

Bon, bon, fort bon, Priscian! a little scratch'd,
'twill serve.

25

V,1,1765

Video, et gaudeo.

26

V,1,1769

Quare chirrah, not sirrah?

27

V,1,1771

Most military sir, salutation.

28

V,1,1783

Ba, pueritia, with a horn added.

29

V,1,1785

Quis, quis, thou consonant?

30

V,1,1788

I will repeat them,—a, e, i,—

31

V,1,1794

What is the figure? what is the figure?

32

V,1,1796

Thou disputest like an infant: go, whip thy gig.

33

V,1,1807

O, I smell false Latin; dunghill for unguem.

34

V,1,1811

Or mons, the hill.

35

V,1,1813

I do, sans question.

36

V,1,1818

The posterior of the day, most generous sir, is
liable, congruent and measurable for the afternoon:...

37

V,1,1845

Sir, you shall present before her the Nine Worthies.
Sir, as concerning some entertainment of time, some...

38

V,1,1853

Joshua, yourself; myself and this gallant gentleman,
Judas Maccabaeus; this swain, because of his great...

39

V,1,1859

Shall I have audience? he shall present Hercules in
minority: his enter and exit shall be strangling a...

40

V,1,1867

I will play three myself.

41

V,1,1870

We attend.

42

V,1,1873

Via, goodman Dull! thou hast spoken no word all this while.

43

V,1,1875

Allons! we will employ thee.

44

V,1,1878

Most dull, honest Dull! To our sport, away!

45

V,2,2529

Great Hercules is presented by this imp,
Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed canis;...

46

V,2,2539

Not Iscariot, sir.
Judas I am, ycliped Maccabaeus.

47

V,2,2543

Judas I am,—

48

V,2,2545

What mean you, sir?

49

V,2,2547

Begin, sir; you are my elder.

50

V,2,2549

I will not be put out of countenance.

51

V,2,2551

What is this?

52

V,2,2562

You have put me out of countenance.

53

V,2,2564

But you have out-faced them all.

54

V,2,2570

This is not generous, not gentle, not humble.

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