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

Princess of France. Such short-lived wits do wither as they grow.
Who are the rest?

Katharine. The young Dumain, a well-accomplished youth,
Of all that virtue love for virtue loved:
Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill;
For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,
And shape to win grace though he had no wit.
I saw him at the Duke Alencon's once;
And much too little of that good I saw
Is my report to his great worthiness.

Rosaline. That was the way to make his godhead wax,
For he hath been five thousand years a boy.

Katharine. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too.

Rosaline. You'll ne'er be friends with him; a' kill'd your sister.

Katharine. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy;
And so she died: had she been light, like you,
Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
She might ha' been a grandam ere she died:
And so may you; for a light heart lives long.

Rosaline. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light word?

Katharine. A light condition in a beauty dark.

Rosaline. We need more light to find your meaning out.

Katharine. You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff;
Therefore I'll darkly end the argument.

Rosaline. Look what you do, you do it still i' the dark.

Katharine. So do not you, for you are a light wench.

Rosaline. Indeed I weigh not you, and therefore light.

Katharine. You weigh me not? O, that's you care not for me.

Princess of France. Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion.

Katharine. Fair as a text B in a copy-book.

Rosaline. 'Ware pencils, ho! let me not die your debtor,
My red dominical, my golden letter:
O, that your face were not so full of O's!

Katharine. A pox of that jest! and I beshrew all shrows.

Princess of France. But, Katharine, what was sent to you from fair Dumain?

Katharine. Madam, this glove.

Princess of France. Did he not send you twain?

Katharine. Yes, madam, and moreover
Some thousand verses of a faithful lover,
A huge translation of hypocrisy,
Vilely compiled, profound simplicity.

Rosaline. Come on, then; wear the favours most in sight.

Katharine. But in this changing what is your intent?

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

Katharine. What, was your vizard made without a tongue?

Longaville. I know the reason, lady, why you ask.

Katharine. O for your reason! quickly, sir; I long.

Longaville. You have a double tongue within your mask,
And would afford my speechless vizard half.

Katharine. Veal, quoth the Dutchman. Is not 'veal' a calf?

Longaville. A calf, fair lady!

Katharine. No, a fair lord calf.

Longaville. Let's part the word.

Katharine. No, I'll not be your half
Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox.

Longaville. Look, how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks!
Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so.

Katharine. Then die a calf, before your horns do grow.

Longaville. One word in private with you, ere I die.

Katharine. Bleat softly then; the butcher hears you cry.

Maria. Dumain was at my service, and his sword:
No point, quoth I; my servant straight was mute.

Katharine. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart;
And trow you what he called me?

Princess of France. Qualm, perhaps.

Katharine. Yes, in good faith.

Princess of France. And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me.

Katharine. And Longaville was for my service born.

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

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.

Katharine. Yet swear not, lest ye be forsworn again.