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

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# Act, Scene, Line Speech text
1 I, 2, 312
  • A great sign, sir, that he will look sad.
  • A great sign, sir, that he will look sad.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit
    grows melancholy?

    Moth. A great sign, sir, that he will look sad.

2 I, 2, 314
  • No, no; O Lord, sir, no.
  • No, no; O Lord, sir, no.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing, dear imp.

    Moth. No, no; O Lord, sir, no.

3 I, 2, 317
  • By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough senior.
  • By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough senior.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my
    tender juvenal?

    Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough senior.

4 I, 2, 319
  • Why tender juvenal? why tender juvenal?
  • Why tender juvenal? why tender juvenal?
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Why tough senior? why tough senior?

    Moth. Why tender juvenal? why tender juvenal?

5 I, 2, 323
  • And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title to your
    old time, which we may...
  • And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title to your
    old time, which we may name tough.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton
    appertaining to thy young days, which we may
    nominate tender.

    Moth. And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title to your
    old time, which we may name tough.

6 I, 2, 326
  • How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my saying apt? or
    I apt, and my saying pret...
  • How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my saying apt? or
    I apt, and my saying pretty?
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Pretty and apt.

    Moth. How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my saying apt? or
    I apt, and my saying pretty?

7 I, 2, 329
  • Little pretty, because little. Wherefore apt?
  • Little pretty, because little. Wherefore apt?
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Thou pretty, because little.

    Moth. Little pretty, because little. Wherefore apt?

8 I, 2, 331
  • Speak you this in my praise, master?
  • Speak you this in my praise, master?
  • Don Adriano de Armado. And therefore apt, because quick.

    Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master?

9 I, 2, 333
  • I will praise an eel with the same praise.
  • I will praise an eel with the same praise.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. In thy condign praise.

    Moth. I will praise an eel with the same praise.

10 I, 2, 335
  • That an eel is quick.
  • That an eel is quick.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. What, that an eel is ingenious?

    Moth. That an eel is quick.

11 I, 2, 337
  • I am answered, sir.
  • I am answered, sir.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. I do say thou art quick in answers: thou heatest my blood.

    Moth. I am answered, sir.

12 I, 2, 339
  • [Aside] He speaks the mere contrary; crosses love not him.
  • [Aside] He speaks the mere contrary; crosses love not him.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. I love not to be crossed.

    Moth. [Aside] He speaks the mere contrary; crosses love not him.

13 I, 2, 341
  • You may do it in an hour, sir.
  • You may do it in an hour, sir.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. I have promised to study three years with the duke.

    Moth. You may do it in an hour, sir.

14 I, 2, 343
  • How many is one thrice told?
  • How many is one thrice told?
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Impossible.

    Moth. How many is one thrice told?

15 I, 2, 345
  • You are a gentleman and a gamester, sir.
  • You are a gentleman and a gamester, sir.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. I am ill at reckoning; it fitteth the spirit of a tapster.

    Moth. You are a gentleman and a gamester, sir.

16 I, 2, 348
  • Then, I am sure, you know how much the gross sum of
    deuce-ace amounts to.
  • Then, I am sure, you know how much the gross sum of
    deuce-ace amounts to.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. I confess both: they are both the varnish of a
    complete man.

    Moth. Then, I am sure, you know how much the gross sum of
    deuce-ace amounts to.

17 I, 2, 351
  • Which the base vulgar do call three.
  • Which the base vulgar do call three.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. It doth amount to one more than two.

    Moth. Which the base vulgar do call three.

18 I, 2, 353
  • Why, sir, is this such a piece of study? Now here
    is three studied, ere ye'l...
  • Why, sir, is this such a piece of study? Now here
    is three studied, ere ye'll thrice wink: and how
    easy it is to put 'years' to the word 'three,' and
    study three years in two words, the dancing horse
    will tell you.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. True.

    Moth. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study? Now here
    is three studied, ere ye'll thrice wink: and how
    easy it is to put 'years' to the word 'three,' and
    study three years in two words, the dancing horse
    will tell you.

19 I, 2, 359
  • To prove you a cipher.
  • To prove you a cipher.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. A most fine figure!

    Moth. To prove you a cipher.

20 I, 2, 369
  • Hercules, master.
  • Hercules, master.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. I will hereupon confess I am in love: and as it is
    base for a soldier to love, so am I in love with a
    base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour
    of affection would deliver me from the reprobate
    thought of it, I would take Desire prisoner, and
    ransom him to any French courtier for a new-devised
    courtesy. I think scorn to sigh: methinks I should
    outswear Cupid. Comfort, me, boy: what great men
    have been in love?

    Moth. Hercules, master.

21 I, 2, 373
  • Samson, master: he was a man of good carriage, great
    carriage, for he carrie...
  • Samson, master: he was a man of good carriage, great
    carriage, for he carried the town-gates on his back
    like a porter: and he was in love.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Most sweet Hercules! More authority, dear boy, name
    more; and, sweet my child, let them be men of good
    repute and carriage.

    Moth. Samson, master: he was a man of good carriage, great
    carriage, for he carried the town-gates on his back
    like a porter: and he was in love.

22 I, 2, 380
  • A woman, master.
  • A woman, master.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. O well-knit Samson! strong-jointed Samson! I do
    excel thee in my rapier as much as thou didst me in
    carrying gates. I am in love too. Who was Samson's
    love, my dear Moth?

    Moth. A woman, master.

23 I, 2, 382
  • Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or one of the four.
  • Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or one of the four.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Of what complexion?

    Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or one of the four.

24 I, 2, 384
  • Of the sea-water green, sir.
  • Of the sea-water green, sir.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Tell me precisely of what complexion.

    Moth. Of the sea-water green, sir.

25 I, 2, 386
  • As I have read, sir; and the best of them too.
  • As I have read, sir; and the best of them too.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Is that one of the four complexions?

    Moth. As I have read, sir; and the best of them too.

26 I, 2, 390
  • It was so, sir; for she had a green wit.
  • It was so, sir; for she had a green wit.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Green indeed is the colour of lovers; but to have a
    love of that colour, methinks Samson had small reason
    for it. He surely affected her for her wit.

    Moth. It was so, sir; for she had a green wit.

27 I, 2, 392
  • Most maculate thoughts, master, are masked under
    such colours.
  • Most maculate thoughts, master, are masked under
    such colours.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. My love is most immaculate white and red.

    Moth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are masked under
    such colours.

28 I, 2, 395
  • My father's wit and my mother's tongue, assist me!
  • My father's wit and my mother's tongue, assist me!
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Define, define, well-educated infant.

    Moth. My father's wit and my mother's tongue, assist me!

29 I, 2, 398
  • If she be made of white and red,
    Her faults will ne'er be known,
    For blu...
  • If she be made of white and red,
    Her faults will ne'er be known,
    For blushing cheeks by faults are bred
    And fears by pale white shown:
    Then if she fear, or be to blame,
    By this you shall not know,
    For still her cheeks possess the same
    Which native she doth owe.
    A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of
    white and red.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty and
    pathetical!

    Moth. If she be made of white and red,
    Her faults will ne'er be known,
    For blushing cheeks by faults are bred
    And fears by pale white shown:
    Then if she fear, or be to blame,
    By this you shall not know,
    For still her cheeks possess the same
    Which native she doth owe.
    A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of
    white and red.

30 I, 2, 409
  • The world was very guilty of such a ballad some
    three ages since: but I thin...
  • The world was very guilty of such a ballad some
    three ages since: but I think now 'tis not to be
    found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for
    the writing nor the tune.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar?

    Moth. The world was very guilty of such a ballad some
    three ages since: but I think now 'tis not to be
    found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for
    the writing nor the tune.

31 I, 2, 417
  • [Aside] To be whipped; and yet a better love than
    my master.
  • [Aside] To be whipped; and yet a better love than
    my master.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. I will have that subject newly writ o'er, that I may
    example my digression by some mighty precedent.
    Boy, I do love that country girl that I took in the
    park with the rational hind Costard: she deserves well.

    Moth. [Aside] To be whipped; and yet a better love than
    my master.

32 I, 2, 420
  • And that's great marvel, loving a light wench.
  • And that's great marvel, loving a light wench.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love.

    Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light wench.

33 I, 2, 422
  • Forbear till this company be past.
  • Forbear till this company be past.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. I say, sing.

    Moth. Forbear till this company be past.

34 I, 2, 451
  • Come, you transgressing slave; away!
  • Come, you transgressing slave; away!
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Take away this villain; shut him up.

    Moth. Come, you transgressing slave; away!

35 I, 2, 453
  • No, sir; that were fast and loose: thou shalt to prison.
  • No, sir; that were fast and loose: thou shalt to prison.
  • Costard. Let me not be pent up, sir: I will fast, being loose.

    Moth. No, sir; that were fast and loose: thou shalt to prison.

36 I, 2, 456
  • What shall some see?
  • What shall some see?
  • Costard. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation
    that I have seen, some shall see.

    Moth. What shall some see?

37 III, 1, 766
  • Concolinel.
  • Concolinel.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Warble, child; make passionate my sense of hearing.

    Moth. Concolinel.

38 III, 1, 771
  • Master, will you win your love with a French brawl?
  • Master, will you win your love with a French brawl?
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Sweet air! Go, tenderness of years; take this key,
    give enlargement to the swain, bring him festinately
    hither: I must employ him in a letter to my love.

    Moth. Master, will you win your love with a French brawl?

39 III, 1, 773
  • No, my complete master: but to jig off a tune at
    the tongue's end, canary to...
  • No, my complete master: but to jig off a tune at
    the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour
    it with turning up your eyelids, sigh a note and
    sing a note, sometime through the throat, as if you
    swallowed love with singing love, sometime through
    the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling
    love; with your hat penthouse-like o'er the shop of
    your eyes; with your arms crossed on your thin-belly
    doublet like a rabbit on a spit; or your hands in
    your pocket like a man after the old painting; and
    keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away.
    These are complements, these are humours; these
    betray nice wenches, that would be betrayed without
    these; and make them men of note--do you note
    me?--that most are affected to these.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. How meanest thou? brawling in French?

    Moth. No, my complete master: but to jig off a tune at
    the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour
    it with turning up your eyelids, sigh a note and
    sing a note, sometime through the throat, as if you
    swallowed love with singing love, sometime through
    the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling
    love; with your hat penthouse-like o'er the shop of
    your eyes; with your arms crossed on your thin-belly
    doublet like a rabbit on a spit; or your hands in
    your pocket like a man after the old painting; and
    keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away.
    These are complements, these are humours; these
    betray nice wenches, that would be betrayed without
    these; and make them men of note--do you note
    me?--that most are affected to these.

40 III, 1, 789
  • By my penny of observation.
  • By my penny of observation.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. How hast thou purchased this experience?

    Moth. By my penny of observation.

41 III, 1, 791
  • 'The hobby-horse is forgot.'
  • 'The hobby-horse is forgot.'
  • Don Adriano de Armado. But O,--but O,--

    Moth. 'The hobby-horse is forgot.'

42 III, 1, 793
  • No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and your
    love perhaps a hackney....
  • No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and your
    love perhaps a hackney. But have you forgot your love?
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Callest thou my love 'hobby-horse'?

    Moth. No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and your
    love perhaps a hackney. But have you forgot your love?

43 III, 1, 796
  • Negligent student! learn her by heart.
  • Negligent student! learn her by heart.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Almost I had.

    Moth. Negligent student! learn her by heart.

44 III, 1, 798
  • And out of heart, master: all those three I will prove.
  • And out of heart, master: all those three I will prove.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. By heart and in heart, boy.

    Moth. And out of heart, master: all those three I will prove.

45 III, 1, 800
  • A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and without, upon
    the instant: by heart...
  • A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and without, upon
    the instant: by heart you love her, because your
    heart cannot come by her; in heart you love her,
    because your heart is in love with her; and out of
    heart you love her, being out of heart that you
    cannot enjoy her.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. What wilt thou prove?

    Moth. A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and without, upon
    the instant: by heart you love her, because your
    heart cannot come by her; in heart you love her,
    because your heart is in love with her; and out of
    heart you love her, being out of heart that you
    cannot enjoy her.

46 III, 1, 807
  • And three times as much more, and yet nothing at
    all.
  • And three times as much more, and yet nothing at
    all.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. I am all these three.

    Moth. And three times as much more, and yet nothing at
    all.

47 III, 1, 810
  • A message well sympathized; a horse to be ambassador
    for an ass.
  • A message well sympathized; a horse to be ambassador
    for an ass.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Fetch hither the swain: he must carry me a letter.

    Moth. A message well sympathized; a horse to be ambassador
    for an ass.

48 III, 1, 813
  • Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the horse,
    for he is very slow-gaited...
  • Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the horse,
    for he is very slow-gaited. But I go.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Ha, ha! what sayest thou?

    Moth. Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the horse,
    for he is very slow-gaited. But I go.

49 III, 1, 816
  • As swift as lead, sir.
  • As swift as lead, sir.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. The way is but short: away!

    Moth. As swift as lead, sir.

50 III, 1, 819
  • Minime, honest master; or rather, master, no.
  • Minime, honest master; or rather, master, no.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. The meaning, pretty ingenious?
    Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow?

    Moth. Minime, honest master; or rather, master, no.

51 III, 1, 821
  • You are too swift, sir, to say so:
    Is that lead slow which is fired from a g...
  • You are too swift, sir, to say so:
    Is that lead slow which is fired from a gun?
  • Don Adriano de Armado. I say lead is slow.

    Moth. You are too swift, sir, to say so:
    Is that lead slow which is fired from a gun?

52 III, 1, 826
  • Thump then and I flee.
  • Thump then and I flee.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Sweet smoke of rhetoric!
    He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he:
    I shoot thee at the swain.

    Moth. Thump then and I flee.

53 III, 1, 833
  • A wonder, master! here's a costard broken in a shin.
  • A wonder, master! here's a costard broken in a shin.
  • (stage directions). [Re-enter MOTH with COSTARD]

    Moth. A wonder, master! here's a costard broken in a shin.

54 III, 1, 843
  • Do the wise think them other? is not l'envoy a salve?
  • Do the wise think them other? is not l'envoy a salve?
  • Don Adriano de Armado. By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly
    thought my spleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes
    me to ridiculous smiling. O, pardon me, my stars!
    Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, and
    the word l'envoy for a salve?

    Moth. Do the wise think them other? is not l'envoy a salve?

55 III, 1, 850
  • I will add the l'envoy. Say the moral again.
  • I will add the l'envoy. Say the moral again.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse, to make plain
    Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain.
    I will example it:
    The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
    Were still at odds, being but three.
    There's the moral. Now the l'envoy.

    Moth. I will add the l'envoy. Say the moral again.

56 III, 1, 853
  • Until the goose came out of door,
    And stay'd the odds by adding four.
    No...
  • Until the goose came out of door,
    And stay'd the odds by adding four.
    Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with
    my l'envoy.
    The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
    Were still at odds, being but three.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
    Were still at odds, being but three.

    Moth. Until the goose came out of door,
    And stay'd the odds by adding four.
    Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with
    my l'envoy.
    The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
    Were still at odds, being but three.

57 III, 1, 861
  • A good l'envoy, ending in the goose: would you
    desire more?
  • A good l'envoy, ending in the goose: would you
    desire more?
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Until the goose came out of door,
    Staying the odds by adding four.

    Moth. A good l'envoy, ending in the goose: would you
    desire more?

58 III, 1, 868
  • By saying that a costard was broken in a shin.
    Then call'd you for the l'env...
  • By saying that a costard was broken in a shin.
    Then call'd you for the l'envoy.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Come hither, come hither. How did this argument begin?

    Moth. By saying that a costard was broken in a shin.
    Then call'd you for the l'envoy.

59 III, 1, 875
  • I will tell you sensibly.
  • I will tell you sensibly.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. But tell me; how was there a costard broken in a shin?

    Moth. I will tell you sensibly.

60 III, 1, 896
  • Like the sequel, I. Signior Costard, adieu.
  • Like the sequel, I. Signior Costard, adieu.
  • (stage directions). [Exit]

    Moth. Like the sequel, I. Signior Costard, adieu.

61 V, 1, 1772
  • [Aside to COSTARD] They have been at a great feast
    of languages, and stolen...
  • [Aside to COSTARD] They have been at a great feast
    of languages, and stolen the scraps.
  • Holofernes. Most military sir, salutation.

    Moth. [Aside to COSTARD] They have been at a great feast
    of languages, and stolen the scraps.

62 V, 1, 1779
  • Peace! the peal begins.
  • Peace! the peal begins.
  • Costard. O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of words.
    I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word;
    for thou art not so long by the head as
    honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier
    swallowed than a flap-dragon.

    Moth. Peace! the peal begins.

63 V, 1, 1781
  • Yes, yes; he teaches boys the hornbook. What is a,
    b, spelt backward, with t...
  • Yes, yes; he teaches boys the hornbook. What is a,
    b, spelt backward, with the horn on his head?
  • Don Adriano de Armado. [To HOLOFERNES] Monsieur, are you not lettered?

    Moth. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the hornbook. What is a,
    b, spelt backward, with the horn on his head?

64 V, 1, 1784
  • Ba, most silly sheep with a horn. You hear his learning.
  • Ba, most silly sheep with a horn. You hear his learning.
  • Holofernes. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added.

    Moth. Ba, most silly sheep with a horn. You hear his learning.

65 V, 1, 1786
  • The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them; or
    the fifth, if I.
  • The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them; or
    the fifth, if I.
  • Holofernes. Quis, quis, thou consonant?

    Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them; or
    the fifth, if I.

66 V, 1, 1789
  • The sheep: the other two concludes it,--o, u.
  • The sheep: the other two concludes it,--o, u.
  • Holofernes. I will repeat them,--a, e, i,--

    Moth. The sheep: the other two concludes it,--o, u.

67 V, 1, 1793
  • Offered by a child to an old man; which is wit-old.
  • Offered by a child to an old man; which is wit-old.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterraneum, a sweet
    touch, a quick venue of wit! snip, snap, quick and
    home! it rejoiceth my intellect: true wit!

    Moth. Offered by a child to an old man; which is wit-old.

68 V, 1, 1795
  • Horns.
  • Horns.
  • Holofernes. What is the figure? what is the figure?

    Moth. Horns.

69 V, 1, 1797
  • Lend me your horn to make one, and I will whip about
    your infamy circum circ...
  • Lend me your horn to make one, and I will whip about
    your infamy circum circa,--a gig of a cuckold's horn.
  • Holofernes. Thou disputest like an infant: go, whip thy gig.

    Moth. Lend me your horn to make one, and I will whip about
    your infamy circum circa,--a gig of a cuckold's horn.

70 V, 1, 1862
  • An excellent device! so, if any of the audience
    hiss, you may cry 'Well done...
  • An excellent device! so, if any of the audience
    hiss, you may cry 'Well done, Hercules! now thou
    crushest the snake!' that is the way to make an
    offence gracious, though few have the grace to do it.
  • Holofernes. Shall I have audience? he shall present Hercules in
    minority: his enter and exit shall be strangling a
    snake; and I will have an apology for that purpose.

    Moth. An excellent device! so, if any of the audience
    hiss, you may cry 'Well done, Hercules! now thou
    crushest the snake!' that is the way to make an
    offence gracious, though few have the grace to do it.

71 V, 1, 1868
  • Thrice-worthy gentleman!
  • Thrice-worthy gentleman!
  • Holofernes. I will play three myself.

    Moth. Thrice-worthy gentleman!

72 V, 2, 2047
  • All hail, the richest beauties on the earth!--
  • All hail, the richest beauties on the earth!--
  • Boyet. The trumpet sounds: be mask'd; the maskers come.
    [The Ladies mask]
    [Enter Blackamoors with music; MOTH; FERDINAND,]
    BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN, in Russian habits,
    and masked]

    Moth. All hail, the richest beauties on the earth!--

73 V, 2, 2049
  • A holy parcel of the fairest dames.
    [The Ladies turn their backs to him]
  • A holy parcel of the fairest dames.
    [The Ladies turn their backs to him]
    That ever turn'd their--backs--to mortal views!
  • Boyet. Beauties no richer than rich taffeta.

    Moth. A holy parcel of the fairest dames.
    [The Ladies turn their backs to him]
    That ever turn'd their--backs--to mortal views!

74 V, 2, 2053
  • That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views!--Out--
  • That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views!--Out--
  • Biron. [Aside to MOTH] Their eyes, villain, their eyes!

    Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views!--Out--

75 V, 2, 2055
  • Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouchsafe
    Not to behold--
  • Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouchsafe
    Not to behold--
  • Boyet. True; out indeed.

    Moth. Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouchsafe
    Not to behold--

76 V, 2, 2058
  • Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes,
    --with your sun-beamed eyes--
  • Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes,
    --with your sun-beamed eyes--
  • Biron. [Aside to MOTH] Once to behold, rogue.

    Moth. Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes,
    --with your sun-beamed eyes--

77 V, 2, 2062
  • They do not mark me, and that brings me out.
  • They do not mark me, and that brings me out.
  • Boyet. They will not answer to that epithet;
    You were best call it 'daughter-beamed eyes.'

    Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings me out.

78 V, 2, 2640
  • Master, let me take you a buttonhole lower. Do you
    not see Pompey is uncasin...
  • Master, let me take you a buttonhole lower. Do you
    not see Pompey is uncasing for the combat? What mean
    you? You will lose your reputation.
  • Dumain. Most resolute Pompey!

    Moth. Master, let me take you a buttonhole lower. Do you
    not see Pompey is uncasing for the combat? What mean
    you? You will lose your reputation.

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