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

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1 I, 1, 30
  • My loving lord, Dumain is mortified:
    The grosser manner of these world's del...
  • My loving lord, Dumain is mortified:
    The grosser manner of these world's delights
    He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves:
    To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die;
    With all these living in philosophy.
  • Longaville. I am resolved; 'tis but a three years' fast:
    The mind shall banquet, though the body pine:
    Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits
    Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits.

    Dumain. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified:
    The grosser manner of these world's delights
    He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves:
    To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die;
    With all these living in philosophy.

2 I, 1, 97
  • Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding!
  • Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding!
  • Ferdinand. How well he's read, to reason against reading!

    Dumain. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding!

3 I, 1, 100
  • How follows that?
  • How follows that?
  • Biron. The spring is near when green geese are a-breeding.

    Dumain. How follows that?

4 I, 1, 102
  • In reason nothing.
  • In reason nothing.
  • Biron. Fit in his place and time.

    Dumain. In reason nothing.

5 II, 1, 686
  • Sir, I pray you, a word: what lady is that same?
  • Sir, I pray you, a word: what lady is that same?
  • (stage directions). [Retiring]

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

6 II, 1, 688
  • A gallant lady. Monsieur, fare you well.
  • A gallant lady. Monsieur, fare you well.
  • Boyet. The heir of Alencon, Katharine her name.

    Dumain. A gallant lady. Monsieur, fare you well.

7 IV, 3, 1408
  • O most divine Kate!
  • O most divine Kate!
  • Biron. All hid, all hid; an old infant play.
    Like a demigod here sit I in the sky.
    And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'ereye.
    More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish!
    [Enter DUMAIN, with a paper]
    Dumain transform'd! four woodcocks in a dish!

    Dumain. O most divine Kate!

8 IV, 3, 1410
  • By heaven, the wonder in a mortal eye!
  • By heaven, the wonder in a mortal eye!
  • Biron. O most profane coxcomb!

    Dumain. By heaven, the wonder in a mortal eye!

9 IV, 3, 1412
  • Her amber hair for foul hath amber quoted.
  • Her amber hair for foul hath amber quoted.
  • Biron. By earth, she is not, corporal, there you lie.

    Dumain. Her amber hair for foul hath amber quoted.

10 IV, 3, 1414
  • As upright as the cedar.
  • As upright as the cedar.
  • Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted.

    Dumain. As upright as the cedar.

11 IV, 3, 1417
  • As fair as day.
  • As fair as day.
  • Biron. Stoop, I say;
    Her shoulder is with child.

    Dumain. As fair as day.

12 IV, 3, 1419
  • O that I had my wish!
  • O that I had my wish!
  • Biron. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine.

    Dumain. O that I had my wish!

13 IV, 3, 1423
  • I would forget her; but a fever she
    Reigns in my blood and will remember'd b...
  • I would forget her; but a fever she
    Reigns in my blood and will remember'd be.
  • Biron. Amen, so I had mine: is not that a good word?

    Dumain. I would forget her; but a fever she
    Reigns in my blood and will remember'd be.

14 IV, 3, 1427
  • Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ.
  • Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ.
  • Biron. A fever in your blood! why, then incision
    Would let her out in saucers: sweet misprision!

    Dumain. Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ.

15 IV, 3, 1429
  • [Reads]
    On a day--alack the day!--
    Love, whose month is ever May,
    Sp...
  • [Reads]
    On a day--alack the day!--
    Love, whose month is ever May,
    Spied a blossom passing fair
    Playing in the wanton air:
    Through the velvet leaves the wind,
    All unseen, can passage find;
    That the lover, sick to death,
    Wish himself the heaven's breath.
    Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;
    Air, would I might triumph so!
    But, alack, my hand is sworn
    Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn;
    Vow, alack, for youth unmeet,
    Youth so apt to pluck a sweet!
    Do not call it sin in me,
    That I am forsworn for thee;
    Thou for whom Jove would swear
    Juno but an Ethiope were;
    And deny himself for Jove,
    Turning mortal for thy love.
    This will I send, and something else more plain,
    That shall express my true love's fasting pain.
    O, would the king, Biron, and Longaville,
    Were lovers too! Ill, to example ill,
    Would from my forehead wipe a perjured note;
    For none offend where all alike do dote.
  • Biron. Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit.

    Dumain. [Reads]
    On a day--alack the day!--
    Love, whose month is ever May,
    Spied a blossom passing fair
    Playing in the wanton air:
    Through the velvet leaves the wind,
    All unseen, can passage find;
    That the lover, sick to death,
    Wish himself the heaven's breath.
    Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;
    Air, would I might triumph so!
    But, alack, my hand is sworn
    Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn;
    Vow, alack, for youth unmeet,
    Youth so apt to pluck a sweet!
    Do not call it sin in me,
    That I am forsworn for thee;
    Thou for whom Jove would swear
    Juno but an Ethiope were;
    And deny himself for Jove,
    Turning mortal for thy love.
    This will I send, and something else more plain,
    That shall express my true love's fasting pain.
    O, would the king, Biron, and Longaville,
    Were lovers too! Ill, to example ill,
    Would from my forehead wipe a perjured note;
    For none offend where all alike do dote.

16 IV, 3, 1542
  • It is Biron's writing, and here is his name.
  • It is Biron's writing, and here is his name.
  • Longaville. It did move him to passion, and therefore let's hear it.

    Dumain. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name.

17 IV, 3, 1552
  • Now the number is even.
  • Now the number is even.
  • Biron. That you three fools lack'd me fool to make up the mess:
    He, he, and you, and you, my liege, and I,
    Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die.
    O, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more.

    Dumain. Now the number is even.

18 IV, 3, 1610
  • To look like her are chimney-sweepers black.
  • To look like her are chimney-sweepers black.
  • Biron. Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.
    O, if in black my lady's brows be deck'd,
    It mourns that painting and usurping hair
    Should ravish doters with a false aspect;
    And therefore is she born to make black fair.
    Her favour turns the fashion of the days,
    For native blood is counted painting now;
    And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise,
    Paints itself black, to imitate her brow.

    Dumain. To look like her are chimney-sweepers black.

19 IV, 3, 1613
  • Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light.
  • Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light.
  • Ferdinand. And Ethiopes of their sweet complexion crack.

    Dumain. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light.

20 IV, 3, 1620
  • I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear.
  • I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear.
  • Ferdinand. No devil will fright thee then so much as she.

    Dumain. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear.

21 IV, 3, 1624
  • O, vile! then, as she goes, what upward lies
    The street should see as she wa...
  • O, vile! then, as she goes, what upward lies
    The street should see as she walk'd overhead.
  • Biron. O, if the streets were paved with thine eyes,
    Her feet were much too dainty for such tread!

    Dumain. O, vile! then, as she goes, what upward lies
    The street should see as she walk'd overhead.

22 IV, 3, 1630
  • Ay, marry, there; some flattery for this evil.
  • Ay, marry, there; some flattery for this evil.
  • Ferdinand. Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, now prove
    Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn.

    Dumain. Ay, marry, there; some flattery for this evil.

23 IV, 3, 1633
  • Some salve for perjury.
  • Some salve for perjury.
  • Longaville. O, some authority how to proceed;
    Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil.

    Dumain. Some salve for perjury.

24 V, 2, 2141
  • Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word?
  • Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word?
  • (stage directions). [They converse apart]

    Dumain. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word?

25 V, 2, 2143
  • Fair lady,--
  • Fair lady,--
  • Maria. Name it.

    Dumain. Fair lady,--

26 V, 2, 2146
  • Please it you,
    As much in private, and I'll bid adieu.
  • Please it you,
    As much in private, and I'll bid adieu.
  • Maria. Say you so? Fair lord,--
    Take that for your fair lady.

    Dumain. Please it you,
    As much in private, and I'll bid adieu.

27 V, 2, 2312
  • Let us confess and turn it to a jest.
  • Let us confess and turn it to a jest.
  • Ferdinand. We are descried; they'll mock us now downright.

    Dumain. Let us confess and turn it to a jest.

28 V, 2, 2488
  • The Great.
  • The Great.
  • Costard. I Pompey am, Pompey surnamed the Big--

    Dumain. The Great.

29 V, 2, 2538
  • A Judas!
  • A Judas!
  • Holofernes. Great Hercules is presented by this imp,
    Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed canis;
    And when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp,
    Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus.
    Quoniam he seemeth in minority,
    Ergo I come with this apology.
    Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish.
    [MOTH retires]
    Judas I am,--

    Dumain. A Judas!

30 V, 2, 2541
  • Judas Maccabaeus clipt is plain Judas.
  • Judas Maccabaeus clipt is plain Judas.
  • Holofernes. Not Iscariot, sir.
    Judas I am, ycliped Maccabaeus.

    Dumain. Judas Maccabaeus clipt is plain Judas.

31 V, 2, 2544
  • The more shame for you, Judas.
  • The more shame for you, Judas.
  • Holofernes. Judas I am,--

    Dumain. The more shame for you, Judas.

32 V, 2, 2553
  • The head of a bodkin.
  • The head of a bodkin.
  • Boyet. A cittern-head.

    Dumain. The head of a bodkin.

33 V, 2, 2557
  • The carved-bone face on a flask.
  • The carved-bone face on a flask.
  • Boyet. The pommel of Caesar's falchion.

    Dumain. The carved-bone face on a flask.

34 V, 2, 2559
  • Ay, and in a brooch of lead.
  • Ay, and in a brooch of lead.
  • Biron. Saint George's half-cheek in a brooch.

    Dumain. Ay, and in a brooch of lead.

35 V, 2, 2568
  • For the latter end of his name.
  • For the latter end of his name.
  • Boyet. Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go.
    And so adieu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost thou stay?

    Dumain. For the latter end of his name.

36 V, 2, 2576
  • Though my mocks come home by me, I will now be merry.
  • Though my mocks come home by me, I will now be merry.
  • Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles: here comes Hector in arms.

    Dumain. Though my mocks come home by me, I will now be merry.

37 V, 2, 2581
  • More calf, certain.
  • More calf, certain.
  • Longaville. His leg is too big for Hector's.

    Dumain. More calf, certain.

38 V, 2, 2584
  • He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces.
  • He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces.
  • Biron. This cannot be Hector.

    Dumain. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces.

39 V, 2, 2587
  • A gilt nutmeg.
  • A gilt nutmeg.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,
    Gave Hector a gift,--

    Dumain. A gilt nutmeg.

40 V, 2, 2590
  • No, cloven.
  • No, cloven.
  • Longaville. Stuck with cloves.

    Dumain. No, cloven.

41 V, 2, 2597
  • That mint.
  • That mint.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Peace!--
    The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty
    Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion;
    A man so breathed, that certain he would fight; yea
    From morn till night, out of his pavilion.
    I am that flower,--

    Dumain. That mint.

42 V, 2, 2601
  • Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.
  • Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.
  • Longaville. I must rather give it the rein, for it runs against Hector.

    Dumain. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.

43 V, 2, 2610
  • [Aside to BOYET] He may not by the yard.
  • [Aside to BOYET] He may not by the yard.
  • Boyet. [Aside to DUMAIN] Loves her by the foot,--

    Dumain. [Aside to BOYET] He may not by the yard.

44 V, 2, 2623
  • Most rare Pompey!
  • Most rare Pompey!
  • Costard. Then shall Hector be whipped for Jaquenetta that is
    quick by him and hanged for Pompey that is dead by
    him.

    Dumain. Most rare Pompey!

45 V, 2, 2627
  • Hector trembles.
  • Hector trembles.
  • Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey!
    Pompey the Huge!

    Dumain. Hector trembles.

46 V, 2, 2630
  • Hector will challenge him.
  • Hector will challenge him.
  • Biron. Pompey is moved. More Ates, more Ates! stir them
    on! stir them on!

    Dumain. Hector will challenge him.

47 V, 2, 2637
  • Room for the incensed Worthies!
  • Room for the incensed Worthies!
  • Costard. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man:
    I'll slash; I'll do it by the sword. I bepray you,
    let me borrow my arms again.

    Dumain. Room for the incensed Worthies!

48 V, 2, 2639
  • Most resolute Pompey!
  • Most resolute Pompey!
  • Costard. I'll do it in my shirt.

    Dumain. Most resolute Pompey!

49 V, 2, 2645
  • You may not deny it: Pompey hath made the challenge.
  • You may not deny it: Pompey hath made the challenge.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Gentlemen and soldiers, pardon me; I will not combat
    in my shirt.

    Dumain. You may not deny it: Pompey hath made the challenge.

50 V, 2, 2725
  • Our letters, madam, show'd much more than jest.
  • Our letters, madam, show'd much more than jest.
  • Princess of France. We have received your letters full of love;
    Your favours, the ambassadors of love;
    And, in our maiden council, rated them
    At courtship, pleasant jest and courtesy,
    As bombast and as lining to the time:
    But more devout than this in our respects
    Have we not been; and therefore met your loves
    In their own fashion, like a merriment.

    Dumain. Our letters, madam, show'd much more than jest.

51 V, 2, 2765
  • But what to me, my love? but what to me? A wife?
  • But what to me, my love? but what to me? A wife?
  • Rosaline. You must be purged too, your sins are rack'd,
    You are attaint with faults and perjury:
    Therefore if you my favour mean to get,
    A twelvemonth shall you spend, and never rest,
    But seek the weary beds of people sick]

    Dumain. But what to me, my love? but what to me? A wife?

52 V, 2, 2768
  • O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?
  • O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?
  • Katharine. A beard, fair health, and honesty;
    With three-fold love I wish you all these three.

    Dumain. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?

53 V, 2, 2773
  • I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then.
  • I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then.
  • Katharine. Not so, my lord; a twelvemonth and a day
    I'll mark no words that smooth-faced wooers say:
    Come when the king doth to my lady come;
    Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some.

    Dumain. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then.

54 V, 2, 2826
  • The worthy knight of Troy.
  • The worthy knight of Troy.
  • Princess of France. Was not that Hector?

    Dumain. The worthy knight of Troy.

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