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

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# Act, Scene, Line Speech text
1 I, 2, 430
  • Man?
  • Man?
  • Don Adriano de Armado. I do betray myself with blushing. Maid!

    Jaquenetta. Man?

2 I, 2, 432
  • That's hereby.
  • That's hereby.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. I will visit thee at the lodge.

    Jaquenetta. That's hereby.

3 I, 2, 434
  • Lord, how wise you are!
  • Lord, how wise you are!
  • Don Adriano de Armado. I know where it is situate.

    Jaquenetta. Lord, how wise you are!

4 I, 2, 436
  • With that face?
  • With that face?
  • Don Adriano de Armado. I will tell thee wonders.

    Jaquenetta. With that face?

5 I, 2, 438
  • So I heard you say.
  • So I heard you say.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. I love thee.

    Jaquenetta. So I heard you say.

6 I, 2, 440
  • Fair weather after you!
  • Fair weather after you!
  • Don Adriano de Armado. And so, farewell.

    Jaquenetta. Fair weather after you!

7 IV, 2, 1230
  • God give you good morrow, master Parson.
  • God give you good morrow, master Parson.
  • (stage directions). [Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD]

    Jaquenetta. God give you good morrow, master Parson.

8 IV, 2, 1237
  • Good master Parson, be so good as read me this
    letter: it was given me by Co...
  • Good master Parson, be so good as read me this
    letter: it was given me by Costard, and sent me
    from Don Armado: I beseech you, read it.
  • Holofernes. Piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of conceit in a
    tuft of earth; fire enough for a flint, pearl enough
    for a swine: 'tis pretty; it is well.

    Jaquenetta. Good master Parson, be so good as read me this
    letter: it was given me by Costard, and sent me
    from Don Armado: I beseech you, read it.

9 IV, 2, 1278
  • Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Biron, one of the strange
    queen's lords.
  • Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Biron, one of the strange
    queen's lords.
  • Holofernes. You find not the apostraphas, and so miss the
    accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Here are
    only numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy,
    facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret.
    Ovidius Naso was the man: and why, indeed, Naso,
    but for smelling out the odouriferous flowers of
    fancy, the jerks of invention? Imitari is nothing:
    so doth the hound his master, the ape his keeper,
    the tired horse his rider. But, damosella virgin,
    was this directed to you?

    Jaquenetta. Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Biron, one of the strange
    queen's lords.

10 IV, 2, 1293
  • Good Costard, go with me. Sir, God save your life!
  • Good Costard, go with me. Sir, God save your life!
  • Holofernes. 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.

    Jaquenetta. Good Costard, go with me. Sir, God save your life!

11 IV, 3, 1523
  • God bless the king!
  • God bless the king!
  • (stage directions). [Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD]

    Jaquenetta. God bless the king!

12 IV, 3, 1530
  • I beseech your grace, let this letter be read:
    Our parson misdoubts it; 'twa...
  • I beseech your grace, let this letter be read:
    Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said.
  • Ferdinand. If it mar nothing neither,
    The treason and you go in peace away together.

    Jaquenetta. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read:
    Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said.

13 IV, 3, 1535
  • Of Costard.
  • Of Costard.
  • Ferdinand. Biron, read it over.
    [Giving him the paper]
    Where hadst thou it?

    Jaquenetta. Of Costard.

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