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

Longaville. Costard the swain and he shall be our sport;
And so to study, three years is but short.

Dull. Which is the duke's own person?

Berowne. This, fellow: what wouldst?

Dull. I myself reprehend his own person, for I am his
grace's tharborough: but I would see his own person
in flesh and blood.

Berowne. This is he.

Dull. Signior Arme--Arme--commends you. There's villany
abroad: this letter will tell you more.

Ferdinand. [Reads] 'with a child of our grandmother Eve, a
female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a
woman. Him I, as my ever-esteemed duty pricks me on,
have sent to thee, to receive the meed of
punishment, by thy sweet grace's officer, Anthony
Dull; a man of good repute, carriage, bearing, and
estimation.'

Dull. 'Me, an't shall please you; I am Anthony Dull.

Moth. Forbear till this company be past.

Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Costard
safe: and you must suffer him to take no delight
nor no penance; but a' must fast three days a week.
For this damsel, I must keep her at the park: she
is allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well.

Jaquenetta. Fair weather after you!

Dull. Come, Jaquenetta, away!

Holofernes. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.

Dull. 'Twas not a haud credo; 'twas a pricket.

Holofernes. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of
insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of
explication; facere, as it were, replication, or
rather, ostentare, to show, as it were, his
inclination, after his undressed, unpolished,
uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather,
unlettered, or ratherest, unconfirmed fashion, to
insert again my haud credo for a deer.

Dull. I said the deer was not a haud credo; twas a pricket.

Sir Nathaniel. Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred
in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he
hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not
replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in
the duller parts:
And such barren plants are set before us, that we
thankful should be,
Which we of taste and feeling are, for those parts that
do fructify in us more than he.
For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, or a fool,
So were there a patch set on learning, to see him in a school:
But omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind,
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

Dull. You two are book-men: can you tell me by your wit
What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not five
weeks old as yet?

Holofernes. Dictynna, goodman Dull; Dictynna, goodman Dull.

Dull. What is Dictynna?

Holofernes. The moon was a month old when Adam was no more,
And raught not to five weeks when he came to
five-score.
The allusion holds in the exchange.

Dull. 'Tis true indeed; the collusion holds in the exchange.

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

Dull. And I say, the pollusion holds in the exchange; for
the moon is never but a month old: and I say beside
that, 'twas a pricket that the princess killed.

Sir Nathaniel. A rare talent!

Dull. [Aside] If a talent be a claw, look how he claws
him with a talent.

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

Dull. Nor understood none neither, sir.

Holofernes. Allons! we will employ thee.

Dull. I'll make one in a dance, or so; or I will play
On the tabour to the Worthies, and let them dance the hay.