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

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# Act, Scene, Line Speech text
1 II, 1, 526
  • I know him, madam: at a marriage-feast,
    Between Lord Perigort and the beaute...
  • I know him, madam: at a marriage-feast,
    Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir
    Of Jaques Falconbridge, solemnized
    In Normandy, saw I this Longaville:
    A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd;
    Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms:
    Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.
    The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss,
    If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,
    Is a sharp wit matched with too blunt a will;
    Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills
    It should none spare that come within his power.
  • Princess of France. Know you the man?

    Maria. I know him, madam: at a marriage-feast,
    Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir
    Of Jaques Falconbridge, solemnized
    In Normandy, saw I this Longaville:
    A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd;
    Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms:
    Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.
    The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss,
    If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,
    Is a sharp wit matched with too blunt a will;
    Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills
    It should none spare that come within his power.

2 II, 1, 539
  • They say so most that most his humours know.
  • They say so most that most his humours know.
  • Princess of France. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so?

    Maria. They say so most that most his humours know.

3 II, 1, 710
  • That last is Biron, the merry madcap lord:
    Not a word with him but a jest.
  • That last is Biron, the merry madcap lord:
    Not a word with him but a jest.
  • (stage directions). [Exit BIRON]

    Maria. That last is Biron, the merry madcap lord:
    Not a word with him but a jest.

4 II, 1, 715
  • Two hot sheeps, marry.
  • Two hot sheeps, marry.
  • Boyet. I was as willing to grapple as he was to board.

    Maria. Two hot sheeps, marry.

5 II, 1, 718
  • You sheep, and I pasture: shall that finish the jest?
  • You sheep, and I pasture: shall that finish the jest?
  • Boyet. And wherefore not ships?
    No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips.

    Maria. You sheep, and I pasture: shall that finish the jest?

6 II, 1, 721
  • Not so, gentle beast:
    My lips are no common, though several they be.
  • Not so, gentle beast:
    My lips are no common, though several they be.
  • (stage directions). [Offering to kiss her]

    Maria. Not so, gentle beast:
    My lips are no common, though several they be.

7 II, 1, 724
  • To my fortunes and me.
  • To my fortunes and me.
  • Boyet. Belonging to whom?

    Maria. To my fortunes and me.

8 II, 1, 756
  • He is Cupid's grandfather and learns news of him.
  • He is Cupid's grandfather and learns news of him.
  • Rosaline. Thou art an old love-monger and speakest skilfully.

    Maria. He is Cupid's grandfather and learns news of him.

9 II, 1, 759
  • No.
  • No.
  • Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches?

    Maria. No.

10 IV, 1, 1100
  • You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes
    at the brow.
  • You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes
    at the brow.
  • Rosaline. If we choose by the horns, yourself come not near.
    Finely put on, indeed!

    Maria. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes
    at the brow.

11 IV, 1, 1115
  • A mark marvellous well shot, for they both did hit it.
  • A mark marvellous well shot, for they both did hit it.
  • Costard. By my troth, most pleasant: how both did fit it!

    Maria. A mark marvellous well shot, for they both did hit it.

12 IV, 1, 1118
  • Wide o' the bow hand! i' faith, your hand is out.
  • Wide o' the bow hand! i' faith, your hand is out.
  • Boyet. A mark! O, mark but that mark! A mark, says my lady!
    Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if it may be.

    Maria. Wide o' the bow hand! i' faith, your hand is out.

13 IV, 1, 1122
  • Come, come, you talk greasily; your lips grow foul.
  • Come, come, you talk greasily; your lips grow foul.
  • Costard. Then will she get the upshoot by cleaving the pin.

    Maria. Come, come, you talk greasily; your lips grow foul.

14 V, 2, 1935
  • This and these pearls to me sent Longaville:
    The letter is too long by half...
  • This and these pearls to me sent Longaville:
    The letter is too long by half a mile.
  • Katharine. Yes, madam, and moreover
    Some thousand verses of a faithful lover,
    A huge translation of hypocrisy,
    Vilely compiled, profound simplicity.

    Maria. This and these pearls to me sent Longaville:
    The letter is too long by half a mile.

15 V, 2, 1939
  • Ay, or I would these hands might never part.
  • Ay, or I would these hands might never part.
  • Princess of France. I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart
    The chain were longer and the letter short?

    Maria. Ay, or I would these hands might never part.

16 V, 2, 1957
  • Folly in fools bears not so strong a note
    As foolery in the wise, when wit d...
  • Folly in fools bears not so strong a note
    As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote;
    Since all the power thereof it doth apply
    To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.
  • Rosaline. The blood of youth burns not with such excess
    As gravity's revolt to wantonness.

    Maria. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note
    As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote;
    Since all the power thereof it doth apply
    To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.

17 V, 2, 2142
  • Name it.
  • Name it.
  • Dumain. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word?

    Maria. Name it.

18 V, 2, 2144
  • Say you so? Fair lord,--
    Take that for your fair lady.
  • Say you so? Fair lord,--
    Take that for your fair lady.
  • Dumain. Fair lady,--

    Maria. Say you so? Fair lord,--
    Take that for your fair lady.

19 V, 2, 2187
  • Dumain was at my service, and his sword:
    No point, quoth I; my servant strai...
  • Dumain was at my service, and his sword:
    No point, quoth I; my servant straight was mute.
  • Princess of France. Biron did swear himself out of all suit.

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

20 V, 2, 2198
  • Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree.
  • Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree.
  • Katharine. And Longaville was for my service born.

    Maria. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree.

21 V, 2, 2776
  • At the twelvemonth's end
    I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend.
  • At the twelvemonth's end
    I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend.
  • Longaville. What says Maria?

    Maria. At the twelvemonth's end
    I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend.

22 V, 2, 2779
  • The liker you; few taller are so young.
  • The liker you; few taller are so young.
  • Longaville. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long.

    Maria. The liker you; few taller are so young.

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