Speeches (Lines) for Princess of France in "Love's Labour's Lost"

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1 II, 1, 497
  • Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,
    Needs not the painted flourish...
  • Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,
    Needs not the painted flourish of your praise:
    Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye,
    Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues:
    I am less proud to hear you tell my worth
    Than you much willing to be counted wise
    In spending your wit in the praise of mine.
    But now to task the tasker: good Boyet,
    You are not ignorant, all-telling fame
    Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,
    Till painful study shall outwear three years,
    No woman may approach his silent court:
    Therefore to's seemeth it a needful course,
    Before we enter his forbidden gates,
    To know his pleasure; and in that behalf,
    Bold of your worthiness, we single you
    As our best-moving fair solicitor.
    Tell him, the daughter of the King of France,
    On serious business, craving quick dispatch,
    Importunes personal conference with his grace:
    Haste, signify so much; while we attend,
    Like humble-visaged suitors, his high will.
  • Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dearest spirits:
    Consider who the king your father sends,
    To whom he sends, and what's his embassy:
    Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem,
    To parley with the sole inheritor
    Of all perfections that a man may owe,
    Matchless Navarre; the plea of no less weight
    Than Aquitaine, a dowry for a queen.
    Be now as prodigal of all dear grace
    As Nature was in making graces dear
    When she did starve the general world beside
    And prodigally gave them all to you.

    Princess of France. Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,
    Needs not the painted flourish of your praise:
    Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye,
    Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues:
    I am less proud to hear you tell my worth
    Than you much willing to be counted wise
    In spending your wit in the praise of mine.
    But now to task the tasker: good Boyet,
    You are not ignorant, all-telling fame
    Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,
    Till painful study shall outwear three years,
    No woman may approach his silent court:
    Therefore to's seemeth it a needful course,
    Before we enter his forbidden gates,
    To know his pleasure; and in that behalf,
    Bold of your worthiness, we single you
    As our best-moving fair solicitor.
    Tell him, the daughter of the King of France,
    On serious business, craving quick dispatch,
    Importunes personal conference with his grace:
    Haste, signify so much; while we attend,
    Like humble-visaged suitors, his high will.

2 II, 1, 520
  • All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.
    [Exit BOYET]
    Who are the vo...
  • All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.
    [Exit BOYET]
    Who are the votaries, my loving lords,
    That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke?
  • Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go.

    Princess of France. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.
    [Exit BOYET]
    Who are the votaries, my loving lords,
    That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke?

3 II, 1, 525
  • Know you the man?
  • Know you the man?
  • First Lord. Lord Longaville is one.

    Princess of France. Know you the man?

4 II, 1, 538
  • Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so?
  • Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so?
  • 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.

    Princess of France. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so?

5 II, 1, 540
  • Such short-lived wits do wither as they grow.
    Who are the rest?
  • Such short-lived wits do wither as they grow.
    Who are the rest?
  • Maria. They say so most that most his humours know.

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

6 II, 1, 563
  • God bless my ladies! are they all in love,
    That every one her own hath garni...
  • God bless my ladies! are they all in love,
    That every one her own hath garnished
    With such bedecking ornaments of praise?
  • Rosaline. Another of these students at that time
    Was there with him, if I have heard a truth.
    Biron they call him; but a merrier man,
    Within the limit of becoming mirth,
    I never spent an hour's talk withal:
    His eye begets occasion for his wit;
    For every object that the one doth catch
    The other turns to a mirth-moving jest,
    Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor,
    Delivers in such apt and gracious words
    That aged ears play truant at his tales
    And younger hearings are quite ravished;
    So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

    Princess of France. God bless my ladies! are they all in love,
    That every one her own hath garnished
    With such bedecking ornaments of praise?

7 II, 1, 568
  • Now, what admittance, lord?
  • Now, what admittance, lord?
  • (stage directions). [Re-enter BOYET]

    Princess of France. Now, what admittance, lord?

8 II, 1, 581
  • 'Fair' I give you back again; and 'welcome' I have
    not yet: the roof of this...
  • 'Fair' I give you back again; and 'welcome' I have
    not yet: the roof of this court is too high to be
    yours; and welcome to the wide fields too base to be mine.
  • Ferdinand. Fair princess, welcome to the court of Navarre.

    Princess of France. 'Fair' I give you back again; and 'welcome' I have
    not yet: the roof of this court is too high to be
    yours; and welcome to the wide fields too base to be mine.

9 II, 1, 585
  • I will be welcome, then: conduct me thither.
  • I will be welcome, then: conduct me thither.
  • Ferdinand. You shall be welcome, madam, to my court.

    Princess of France. I will be welcome, then: conduct me thither.

10 II, 1, 587
  • Our Lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn.
  • Our Lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn.
  • Ferdinand. Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath.

    Princess of France. Our Lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn.

11 II, 1, 589
  • Why, will shall break it; will and nothing else.
  • Why, will shall break it; will and nothing else.
  • Ferdinand. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will.

    Princess of France. Why, will shall break it; will and nothing else.

12 II, 1, 591
  • Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise,
    Where now his knowledge must prove...
  • Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise,
    Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance.
    I hear your grace hath sworn out house-keeping:
    Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord,
    And sin to break it.
    But pardon me. I am too sudden-bold:
    To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.
    Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,
    And suddenly resolve me in my suit.
  • Ferdinand. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is.

    Princess of France. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise,
    Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance.
    I hear your grace hath sworn out house-keeping:
    Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord,
    And sin to break it.
    But pardon me. I am too sudden-bold:
    To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.
    Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,
    And suddenly resolve me in my suit.

13 II, 1, 601
  • You will the sooner, that I were away;
    For you'll prove perjured if you make...
  • You will the sooner, that I were away;
    For you'll prove perjured if you make me stay.
  • Ferdinand. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.

    Princess of France. You will the sooner, that I were away;
    For you'll prove perjured if you make me stay.

14 II, 1, 643
  • You do the king my father too much wrong
    And wrong the reputation of your na...
  • You do the king my father too much wrong
    And wrong the reputation of your name,
    In so unseeming to confess receipt
    Of that which hath so faithfully been paid.
  • Ferdinand. Madam, your father here doth intimate
    The payment of a hundred thousand crowns;
    Being but the one half of an entire sum
    Disbursed by my father in his wars.
    But say that he or we, as neither have,
    Received that sum, yet there remains unpaid
    A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which,
    One part of Aquitaine is bound to us,
    Although not valued to the money's worth.
    If then the king your father will restore
    But that one half which is unsatisfied,
    We will give up our right in Aquitaine,
    And hold fair friendship with his majesty.
    But that, it seems, he little purposeth,
    For here he doth demand to have repaid
    A hundred thousand crowns; and not demands,
    On payment of a hundred thousand crowns,
    To have his title live in Aquitaine;
    Which we much rather had depart withal
    And have the money by our father lent
    Than Aquitaine so gelded as it is.
    Dear Princess, were not his requests so far
    From reason's yielding, your fair self should make
    A yielding 'gainst some reason in my breast
    And go well satisfied to France again.

    Princess of France. You do the king my father too much wrong
    And wrong the reputation of your name,
    In so unseeming to confess receipt
    Of that which hath so faithfully been paid.

15 II, 1, 650
  • We arrest your word.
    Boyet, you can produce acquittances
    For such a sum...
  • We arrest your word.
    Boyet, you can produce acquittances
    For such a sum from special officers
    Of Charles his father.
  • Ferdinand. I do protest I never heard of it;
    And if you prove it, I'll repay it back
    Or yield up Aquitaine.

    Princess of France. We arrest your word.
    Boyet, you can produce acquittances
    For such a sum from special officers
    Of Charles his father.

16 II, 1, 669
  • Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace!
  • Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace!
  • Ferdinand. It shall suffice me: at which interview
    All liberal reason I will yield unto.
    Meantime receive such welcome at my hand
    As honour without breach of honour may
    Make tender of to thy true worthiness:
    You may not come, fair princess, in my gates;
    But here without you shall be so received
    As you shall deem yourself lodged in my heart,
    Though so denied fair harbour in my house.
    Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell:
    To-morrow shall we visit you again.

    Princess of France. Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace!

17 II, 1, 713
  • It was well done of you to take him at his word.
  • It was well done of you to take him at his word.
  • Boyet. And every jest but a word.

    Princess of France. It was well done of you to take him at his word.

18 II, 1, 725
  • Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree:
    This civil war of wits were...
  • Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree:
    This civil war of wits were much better used
    On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abused.
  • Maria. To my fortunes and me.

    Princess of France. Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree:
    This civil war of wits were much better used
    On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abused.

19 II, 1, 731
  • With what?
  • With what?
  • Boyet. If my observation, which very seldom lies,
    By the heart's still rhetoric disclosed with eyes,
    Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.

    Princess of France. With what?

20 II, 1, 733
  • Your reason?
  • Your reason?
  • Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle affected.

    Princess of France. Your reason?

21 II, 1, 750
  • Come to our pavilion: Boyet is disposed.
  • Come to our pavilion: Boyet is disposed.
  • Boyet. Why, all his behaviors did make their retire
    To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire:
    His heart, like an agate, with your print impress'd,
    Proud with his form, in his eye pride express'd:
    His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,
    Did stumble with haste in his eyesight to be;
    All senses to that sense did make their repair,
    To feel only looking on fairest of fair:
    Methought all his senses were lock'd in his eye,
    As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy;
    Who, tendering their own worth from where they were glass'd,
    Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd:
    His face's own margent did quote such amazes
    That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes.
    I'll give you Aquitaine and all that is his,
    An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss.

    Princess of France. Come to our pavilion: Boyet is disposed.

22 IV, 1, 972
  • Was that the king, that spurred his horse so hard
    Against the steep uprising...
  • Was that the king, that spurred his horse so hard
    Against the steep uprising of the hill?
  • (stage directions). [Enter the PRINCESS, and her train, a Forester,]
    BOYET, ROSALINE, MARIA, and KATHARINE]

    Princess of France. Was that the king, that spurred his horse so hard
    Against the steep uprising of the hill?

23 IV, 1, 975
  • Whoe'er a' was, a' show'd a mounting mind.
    Well, lords, to-day we shall have...
  • Whoe'er a' was, a' show'd a mounting mind.
    Well, lords, to-day we shall have our dispatch:
    On Saturday we will return to France.
    Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush
    That we must stand and play the murderer in?
  • Boyet. I know not; but I think it was not he.

    Princess of France. Whoe'er a' was, a' show'd a mounting mind.
    Well, lords, to-day we shall have our dispatch:
    On Saturday we will return to France.
    Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush
    That we must stand and play the murderer in?

24 IV, 1, 982
  • I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,
    And thereupon thou speak'st the fai...
  • I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,
    And thereupon thou speak'st the fairest shoot.
  • Forester. Hereby, upon the edge of yonder coppice;
    A stand where you may make the fairest shoot.

    Princess of France. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,
    And thereupon thou speak'st the fairest shoot.

25 IV, 1, 985
  • What, what? first praise me and again say no?
    O short-lived pride! Not fair?...
  • What, what? first praise me and again say no?
    O short-lived pride! Not fair? alack for woe!
  • Forester. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.

    Princess of France. What, what? first praise me and again say no?
    O short-lived pride! Not fair? alack for woe!

26 IV, 1, 988
  • Nay, never paint me now:
    Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.
  • Nay, never paint me now:
    Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.
    Here, good my glass, take this for telling true:
    Fair payment for foul words is more than due.
  • Forester. Yes, madam, fair.

    Princess of France. Nay, never paint me now:
    Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.
    Here, good my glass, take this for telling true:
    Fair payment for foul words is more than due.

27 IV, 1, 993
  • See see, my beauty will be saved by merit!
    O heresy in fair, fit for these d...
  • See see, my beauty will be saved by merit!
    O heresy in fair, fit for these days!
    A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.
    But come, the bow: now mercy goes to kill,
    And shooting well is then accounted ill.
    Thus will I save my credit in the shoot:
    Not wounding, pity would not let me do't;
    If wounding, then it was to show my skill,
    That more for praise than purpose meant to kill.
    And out of question so it is sometimes,
    Glory grows guilty of detested crimes,
    When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part,
    We bend to that the working of the heart;
    As I for praise alone now seek to spill
    The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill.
  • Forester. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.

    Princess of France. See see, my beauty will be saved by merit!
    O heresy in fair, fit for these days!
    A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.
    But come, the bow: now mercy goes to kill,
    And shooting well is then accounted ill.
    Thus will I save my credit in the shoot:
    Not wounding, pity would not let me do't;
    If wounding, then it was to show my skill,
    That more for praise than purpose meant to kill.
    And out of question so it is sometimes,
    Glory grows guilty of detested crimes,
    When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part,
    We bend to that the working of the heart;
    As I for praise alone now seek to spill
    The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill.

28 IV, 1, 1011
  • Only for praise: and praise we may afford
    To any lady that subdues a lord.
  • Only for praise: and praise we may afford
    To any lady that subdues a lord.
  • Boyet. Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty
    Only for praise sake, when they strive to be
    Lords o'er their lords?

    Princess of France. Only for praise: and praise we may afford
    To any lady that subdues a lord.

29 IV, 1, 1016
  • Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.
  • Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.
  • Costard. God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the head lady?

    Princess of France. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.

30 IV, 1, 1018
  • The thickest and the tallest.
  • The thickest and the tallest.
  • Costard. Which is the greatest lady, the highest?

    Princess of France. The thickest and the tallest.

31 IV, 1, 1023
  • What's your will, sir? what's your will?
  • What's your will, sir? what's your will?
  • Costard. The thickest and the tallest! it is so; truth is truth.
    An your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit,
    One o' these maids' girdles for your waist should be fit.
    Are not you the chief woman? you are the thickest here.

    Princess of France. What's your will, sir? what's your will?

32 IV, 1, 1025
  • O, thy letter, thy letter! he's a good friend of mine:
    Stand aside, good bea...
  • O, thy letter, thy letter! he's a good friend of mine:
    Stand aside, good bearer. Boyet, you can carve;
    Break up this capon.
  • Costard. I have a letter from Monsieur Biron to one Lady Rosaline.

    Princess of France. O, thy letter, thy letter! he's a good friend of mine:
    Stand aside, good bearer. Boyet, you can carve;
    Break up this capon.

33 IV, 1, 1031
  • We will read it, I swear.
    Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear....
  • We will read it, I swear.
    Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear.
  • Boyet. I am bound to serve.
    This letter is mistook, it importeth none here;
    It is writ to Jaquenetta.

    Princess of France. We will read it, I swear.
    Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear.

34 IV, 1, 1069
  • What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter?
    What vane? what weath...
  • What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter?
    What vane? what weathercock? did you ever hear better?
  • Boyet. 'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible;
    true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that
    thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful
    than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have
    commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The
    magnanimous and most illustrate king Cophetua set
    eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar
    Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly say,
    Veni, vidi, vici; which to annothanize in the
    vulgar,--O base and obscure vulgar!--videlicet, He
    came, saw, and overcame: he came, one; saw two;
    overcame, three. Who came? the king: why did he
    come? to see: why did he see? to overcome: to
    whom came he? to the beggar: what saw he? the
    beggar: who overcame he? the beggar. The
    conclusion is victory: on whose side? the king's.
    The captive is enriched: on whose side? the
    beggar's. The catastrophe is a nuptial: on whose
    side? the king's: no, on both in one, or one in
    both. I am the king; for so stands the comparison:
    thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy lowliness.
    Shall I command thy love? I may: shall I enforce
    thy love? I could: shall I entreat thy love? I
    will. What shalt thou exchange for rags? robes;
    for tittles? titles; for thyself? me. Thus,
    expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy foot,
    my eyes on thy picture. and my heart on thy every
    part. Thine, in the dearest design of industry,
    DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO.'
    Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar
    'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey.
    Submissive fall his princely feet before,
    And he from forage will incline to play:
    But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then?
    Food for his rage, repasture for his den.

    Princess of France. What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter?
    What vane? what weathercock? did you ever hear better?

35 IV, 1, 1072
  • Else your memory is bad, going o'er it erewhile.
  • Else your memory is bad, going o'er it erewhile.
  • Boyet. I am much deceived but I remember the style.

    Princess of France. Else your memory is bad, going o'er it erewhile.

36 IV, 1, 1076
  • Thou fellow, a word:
    Who gave thee this letter?
  • Thou fellow, a word:
    Who gave thee this letter?
  • Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps here in court;
    A phantasime, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport
    To the prince and his bookmates.

    Princess of France. Thou fellow, a word:
    Who gave thee this letter?

37 IV, 1, 1079
  • To whom shouldst thou give it?
  • To whom shouldst thou give it?
  • Costard. I told you; my lord.

    Princess of France. To whom shouldst thou give it?

38 IV, 1, 1081
  • From which lord to which lady?
  • From which lord to which lady?
  • Costard. From my lord to my lady.

    Princess of France. From which lord to which lady?

39 IV, 1, 1084
  • Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, away.
    [To ROSALINE]
    Here, sw...
  • Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, away.
    [To ROSALINE]
    Here, sweet, put up this: 'twill be thine another day.
  • Costard. From my lord Biron, a good master of mine,
    To a lady of France that he call'd Rosaline.

    Princess of France. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, away.
    [To ROSALINE]
    Here, sweet, put up this: 'twill be thine another day.

40 V, 2, 1881
  • Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart,
    If fairings come thus plentifu...
  • Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart,
    If fairings come thus plentifully in:
    A lady wall'd about with diamonds!
    Look you what I have from the loving king.
  • (stage directions). [Enter the PRINCESS, KATHARINE, ROSALINE, and MARIA]

    Princess of France. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart,
    If fairings come thus plentifully in:
    A lady wall'd about with diamonds!
    Look you what I have from the loving king.

41 V, 2, 1886
  • Nothing but this! yes, as much love in rhyme
    As would be cramm'd up in a she...
  • Nothing but this! yes, as much love in rhyme
    As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper,
    Writ o' both sides the leaf, margent and all,
    That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name.
  • Rosaline. Madame, came nothing else along with that?

    Princess of France. Nothing but this! yes, as much love in rhyme
    As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper,
    Writ o' both sides the leaf, margent and all,
    That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name.

42 V, 2, 1909
  • Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd.
    But Rosaline, you have a favour...
  • Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd.
    But Rosaline, you have a favour too:
    Who sent it? and what is it?
  • Rosaline. Great reason; for 'past cure is still past care.'

    Princess of France. Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd.
    But Rosaline, you have a favour too:
    Who sent it? and what is it?

43 V, 2, 1920
  • Any thing like?
  • Any thing like?
  • Rosaline. I would you knew:
    An if my face were but as fair as yours,
    My favour were as great; be witness this.
    Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron:
    The numbers true; and, were the numbering too,
    I were the fairest goddess on the ground:
    I am compared to twenty thousand fairs.
    O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter!

    Princess of France. Any thing like?

44 V, 2, 1922
  • Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion.
  • Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion.
  • Rosaline. Much in the letters; nothing in the praise.

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

45 V, 2, 1928
  • But, Katharine, what was sent to you from fair Dumain?
  • But, Katharine, what was sent to you from fair Dumain?
  • Katharine. A pox of that jest! and I beshrew all shrows.

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

46 V, 2, 1930
  • Did he not send you twain?
  • Did he not send you twain?
  • Katharine. Madam, this glove.

    Princess of France. Did he not send you twain?

47 V, 2, 1937
  • I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart
    The chain were longer and the l...
  • I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart
    The chain were longer and the letter short?
  • Maria. This and these pearls to me sent Longaville:
    The letter is too long by half a mile.

    Princess of France. I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart
    The chain were longer and the letter short?

48 V, 2, 1940
  • We are wise girls to mock our lovers so.
  • We are wise girls to mock our lovers so.
  • Maria. Ay, or I would these hands might never part.

    Princess of France. We are wise girls to mock our lovers so.

49 V, 2, 1951
  • None are so surely caught, when they are catch'd,
    As wit turn'd fool: folly,...
  • None are so surely caught, when they are catch'd,
    As wit turn'd fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd,
    Hath wisdom's warrant and the help of school
    And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool.
  • Rosaline. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so.
    That same Biron I'll torture ere I go:
    O that I knew he were but in by the week!
    How I would make him fawn and beg and seek
    And wait the season and observe the times
    And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes
    And shape his service wholly to my hests
    And make him proud to make me proud that jests!
    So perttaunt-like would I o'ersway his state
    That he should be my fool and I his fate.

    Princess of France. None are so surely caught, when they are catch'd,
    As wit turn'd fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd,
    Hath wisdom's warrant and the help of school
    And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool.

50 V, 2, 1961
  • Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face.
  • Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face.
  • 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.

    Princess of France. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face.

51 V, 2, 1964
  • Thy news Boyet?
  • Thy news Boyet?
  • Boyet. O, I am stabb'd with laughter! Where's her grace?

    Princess of France. Thy news Boyet?

52 V, 2, 1971
  • Saint Denis to Saint Cupid! What are they
    That charge their breath against u...
  • Saint Denis to Saint Cupid! What are they
    That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say.
  • Boyet. Prepare, madam, prepare!
    Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are
    Against your peace: Love doth approach disguised,
    Armed in arguments; you'll be surprised:
    Muster your wits; stand in your own defence;
    Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence.

    Princess of France. Saint Denis to Saint Cupid! What are they
    That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say.

53 V, 2, 2003
  • But what, but what, come they to visit us?
  • But what, but what, come they to visit us?
  • Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore
    I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour;
    When, lo! to interrupt my purposed rest,
    Toward that shade I might behold addrest
    The king and his companions: warily
    I stole into a neighbour thicket by,
    And overheard what you shall overhear,
    That, by and by, disguised they will be here.
    Their herald is a pretty knavish page,
    That well by heart hath conn'd his embassage:
    Action and accent did they teach him there;
    'Thus must thou speak,' and 'thus thy body bear:'
    And ever and anon they made a doubt
    Presence majestical would put him out,
    'For,' quoth the king, 'an angel shalt thou see;
    Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.'
    The boy replied, 'An angel is not evil;
    I should have fear'd her had she been a devil.'
    With that, all laugh'd and clapp'd him on the shoulder,
    Making the bold wag by their praises bolder:
    One rubb'd his elbow thus, and fleer'd and swore
    A better speech was never spoke before;
    Another, with his finger and his thumb,
    Cried, 'Via! we will do't, come what will come;'
    The third he caper'd, and cried, 'All goes well;'
    The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell.
    With that, they all did tumble on the ground,
    With such a zealous laughter, so profound,
    That in this spleen ridiculous appears,
    To cheque their folly, passion's solemn tears.

    Princess of France. But what, but what, come they to visit us?

54 V, 2, 2010
  • And will they so? the gallants shall be task'd;
    For, ladies, we shall every...
  • And will they so? the gallants shall be task'd;
    For, ladies, we shall every one be mask'd;
    And not a man of them shall have the grace,
    Despite of suit, to see a lady's face.
    Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear,
    And then the king will court thee for his dear;
    Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine,
    So shall Biron take me for Rosaline.
    And change your favours too; so shall your loves
    Woo contrary, deceived by these removes.
  • Boyet. They do, they do: and are apparell'd thus.
    Like Muscovites or Russians, as I guess.
    Their purpose is to parle, to court and dance;
    And every one his love-feat will advance
    Unto his several mistress, which they'll know
    By favours several which they did bestow.

    Princess of France. And will they so? the gallants shall be task'd;
    For, ladies, we shall every one be mask'd;
    And not a man of them shall have the grace,
    Despite of suit, to see a lady's face.
    Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear,
    And then the king will court thee for his dear;
    Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine,
    So shall Biron take me for Rosaline.
    And change your favours too; so shall your loves
    Woo contrary, deceived by these removes.

55 V, 2, 2022
  • The effect of my intent is to cross theirs:
    They do it but in mocking merrim...
  • The effect of my intent is to cross theirs:
    They do it but in mocking merriment;
    And mock for mock is only my intent.
    Their several counsels they unbosom shall
    To loves mistook, and so be mock'd withal
    Upon the next occasion that we meet,
    With visages displayed, to talk and greet.
  • Katharine. But in this changing what is your intent?

    Princess of France. The effect of my intent is to cross theirs:
    They do it but in mocking merriment;
    And mock for mock is only my intent.
    Their several counsels they unbosom shall
    To loves mistook, and so be mock'd withal
    Upon the next occasion that we meet,
    With visages displayed, to talk and greet.

56 V, 2, 2030
  • No, to the death, we will not move a foot;
    Nor to their penn'd speech render...
  • No, to the death, we will not move a foot;
    Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace,
    But while 'tis spoke each turn away her face.
  • Rosaline. But shall we dance, if they desire to't?

    Princess of France. No, to the death, we will not move a foot;
    Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace,
    But while 'tis spoke each turn away her face.

57 V, 2, 2035
  • Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt
    The rest will ne'er come in, if he be...
  • Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt
    The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out
    There's no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown,
    To make theirs ours and ours none but our own:
    So shall we stay, mocking intended game,
    And they, well mock'd, depart away with shame.
  • Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's heart,
    And quite divorce his memory from his part.

    Princess of France. Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt
    The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out
    There's no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown,
    To make theirs ours and ours none but our own:
    So shall we stay, mocking intended game,
    And they, well mock'd, depart away with shame.

58 V, 2, 2129
  • Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is three.
  • Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is three.
  • Biron. White-handed mistress, one sweet word with thee.

    Princess of France. Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is three.

59 V, 2, 2133
  • Seventh sweet, adieu:
    Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you.
  • Seventh sweet, adieu:
    Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you.
  • Biron. Nay then, two treys, and if you grow so nice,
    Metheglin, wort, and malmsey: well run, dice!
    There's half-a-dozen sweets.

    Princess of France. Seventh sweet, adieu:
    Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you.

60 V, 2, 2136
  • Let it not be sweet.
  • Let it not be sweet.
  • Biron. One word in secret.

    Princess of France. Let it not be sweet.

61 V, 2, 2138
  • Gall! bitter.
  • Gall! bitter.
  • Biron. Thou grievest my gall.

    Princess of France. Gall! bitter.

62 V, 2, 2175
  • Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovits.
    [Exeunt FERDINAND, Lords, and Blackamoor...
  • Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovits.
    [Exeunt FERDINAND, Lords, and Blackamoors]
    Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at?
  • Ferdinand. Farewell, mad wenches; you have simple wits.

    Princess of France. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovits.
    [Exeunt FERDINAND, Lords, and Blackamoors]
    Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at?

63 V, 2, 2180
  • O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout!
    Will they not, think you, hang themselv...
  • O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout!
    Will they not, think you, hang themselves tonight?
    Or ever, but in vizards, show their faces?
    This pert Biron was out of countenance quite.
  • Rosaline. Well-liking wits they have; gross, gross; fat, fat.

    Princess of France. O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout!
    Will they not, think you, hang themselves tonight?
    Or ever, but in vizards, show their faces?
    This pert Biron was out of countenance quite.

64 V, 2, 2186
  • Biron did swear himself out of all suit.
  • Biron did swear himself out of all suit.
  • Rosaline. O, they were all in lamentable cases!
    The king was weeping-ripe for a good word.

    Princess of France. Biron did swear himself out of all suit.

65 V, 2, 2191
  • Qualm, perhaps.
  • Qualm, perhaps.
  • Katharine. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart;
    And trow you what he called me?

    Princess of France. Qualm, perhaps.

66 V, 2, 2193
  • Go, sickness as thou art!
  • Go, sickness as thou art!
  • Katharine. Yes, in good faith.

    Princess of France. Go, sickness as thou art!

67 V, 2, 2196
  • And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me.
  • And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me.
  • Rosaline. Well, better wits have worn plain statute-caps.
    But will you hear? the king is my love sworn.

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

68 V, 2, 2203
  • Will they return?
  • Will they return?
  • Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear:
    Immediately they will again be here
    In their own shapes; for it can never be
    They will digest this harsh indignity.

    Princess of France. Will they return?

69 V, 2, 2208
  • How blow? how blow? speak to be understood.
  • How blow? how blow? speak to be understood.
  • Boyet. They will, they will, God knows,
    And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows:
    Therefore change favours; and, when they repair,
    Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.

    Princess of France. How blow? how blow? speak to be understood.

70 V, 2, 2212
  • Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do,
    If they return in their own shapes to...
  • Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do,
    If they return in their own shapes to woo?
  • Boyet. Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their bud;
    Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown,
    Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.

    Princess of France. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do,
    If they return in their own shapes to woo?

71 V, 2, 2223
  • Whip to our tents, as roes run o'er land.
    [Exeunt PRINCESS, ROSALINE, KATHAR...
  • Whip to our tents, as roes run o'er land.
    [Exeunt PRINCESS, ROSALINE, KATHARINE, and MARIA]
    [Re-enter FERDINAND, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN,]
    in their proper habits]
  • Boyet. Ladies, withdraw: the gallants are at hand.

    Princess of France. Whip to our tents, as roes run o'er land.
    [Exeunt PRINCESS, ROSALINE, KATHARINE, and MARIA]
    [Re-enter FERDINAND, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN,]
    in their proper habits]

72 V, 2, 2260
  • 'Fair' in 'all hail' is foul, as I conceive.
  • 'Fair' in 'all hail' is foul, as I conceive.
  • Ferdinand. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day!

    Princess of France. 'Fair' in 'all hail' is foul, as I conceive.

73 V, 2, 2262
  • Then wish me better; I will give you leave.
  • Then wish me better; I will give you leave.
  • Ferdinand. Construe my speeches better, if you may.

    Princess of France. Then wish me better; I will give you leave.

74 V, 2, 2265
  • This field shall hold me; and so hold your vow:
    Nor God, nor I, delights in...
  • This field shall hold me; and so hold your vow:
    Nor God, nor I, delights in perjured men.
  • Ferdinand. We came to visit you, and purpose now
    To lead you to our court; vouchsafe it then.

    Princess of France. This field shall hold me; and so hold your vow:
    Nor God, nor I, delights in perjured men.

75 V, 2, 2269
  • You nickname virtue; vice you should have spoke;
    For virtue's office never b...
  • You nickname virtue; vice you should have spoke;
    For virtue's office never breaks men's troth.
    Now by my maiden honour, yet as pure
    As the unsullied lily, I protest,
    A world of torments though I should endure,
    I would not yield to be your house's guest;
    So much I hate a breaking cause to be
    Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity.
  • Ferdinand. Rebuke me not for that which you provoke:
    The virtue of your eye must break my oath.

    Princess of France. You nickname virtue; vice you should have spoke;
    For virtue's office never breaks men's troth.
    Now by my maiden honour, yet as pure
    As the unsullied lily, I protest,
    A world of torments though I should endure,
    I would not yield to be your house's guest;
    So much I hate a breaking cause to be
    Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity.

76 V, 2, 2279
  • Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear;
    We have had pastimes here and pleasa...
  • Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear;
    We have had pastimes here and pleasant game:
    A mess of Russians left us but of late.
  • Ferdinand. O, you have lived in desolation here,
    Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.

    Princess of France. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear;
    We have had pastimes here and pleasant game:
    A mess of Russians left us but of late.

77 V, 2, 2283
  • Ay, in truth, my lord;
    Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state.
  • Ay, in truth, my lord;
    Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state.
  • Ferdinand. How, madam! Russians!

    Princess of France. Ay, in truth, my lord;
    Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state.

78 V, 2, 2313
  • Amazed, my lord? why looks your highness sad?
  • Amazed, my lord? why looks your highness sad?
  • Dumain. Let us confess and turn it to a jest.

    Princess of France. Amazed, my lord? why looks your highness sad?

79 V, 2, 2347
  • No, they are free that gave these tokens to us.
  • No, they are free that gave these tokens to us.
  • Biron. Yet I have a trick
    Of the old rage: bear with me, I am sick;
    I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see:
    Write, 'Lord have mercy on us' on those three;
    They are infected; in their hearts it lies;
    They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes;
    These lords are visited; you are not free,
    For the Lord's tokens on you do I see.

    Princess of France. No, they are free that gave these tokens to us.

80 V, 2, 2356
  • The fairest is confession.
    Were not you here but even now disguised?
  • The fairest is confession.
    Were not you here but even now disguised?
  • Ferdinand. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude transgression
    Some fair excuse.

    Princess of France. The fairest is confession.
    Were not you here but even now disguised?

81 V, 2, 2359
  • And were you well advised?
  • And were you well advised?
  • Ferdinand. Madam, I was.

    Princess of France. And were you well advised?

82 V, 2, 2361
  • When you then were here,
    What did you whisper in your lady's ear?
  • When you then were here,
    What did you whisper in your lady's ear?
  • Ferdinand. I was, fair madam.

    Princess of France. When you then were here,
    What did you whisper in your lady's ear?

83 V, 2, 2364
  • When she shall challenge this, you will reject her.
  • When she shall challenge this, you will reject her.
  • Ferdinand. That more than all the world I did respect her.

    Princess of France. When she shall challenge this, you will reject her.

84 V, 2, 2366
  • Peace, peace! forbear:
    Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear.
  • Peace, peace! forbear:
    Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear.
  • Ferdinand. Upon mine honour, no.

    Princess of France. Peace, peace! forbear:
    Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear.

85 V, 2, 2369
  • I will: and therefore keep it. Rosaline,
    What did the Russian whisper in you...
  • I will: and therefore keep it. Rosaline,
    What did the Russian whisper in your ear?
  • Ferdinand. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine.

    Princess of France. I will: and therefore keep it. Rosaline,
    What did the Russian whisper in your ear?

86 V, 2, 2375
  • God give thee joy of him! the noble lord
    Most honourably doth unhold his wor...
  • God give thee joy of him! the noble lord
    Most honourably doth unhold his word.
  • Rosaline. Madam, he swore that he did hold me dear
    As precious eyesight, and did value me
    Above this world; adding thereto moreover
    That he would wed me, or else die my lover.

    Princess of France. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord
    Most honourably doth unhold his word.

87 V, 2, 2383
  • Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear;
    And Lord Biron, I thank him, is my...
  • Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear;
    And Lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear.
    What, will you have me, or your pearl again?
  • Ferdinand. My faith and this the princess I did give:
    I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.

    Princess of France. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear;
    And Lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear.
    What, will you have me, or your pearl again?

88 V, 2, 2447
  • Nay, my good lord, let me o'errule you now:
    That sport best pleases that dot...
  • Nay, my good lord, let me o'errule you now:
    That sport best pleases that doth least know how:
    Where zeal strives to content, and the contents
    Dies in the zeal of that which it presents:
    Their form confounded makes most form in mirth,
    When great things labouring perish in their birth.
  • Ferdinand. I say they shall not come.

    Princess of France. Nay, my good lord, let me o'errule you now:
    That sport best pleases that doth least know how:
    Where zeal strives to content, and the contents
    Dies in the zeal of that which it presents:
    Their form confounded makes most form in mirth,
    When great things labouring perish in their birth.

89 V, 2, 2458
  • Doth this man serve God?
  • Doth this man serve God?
  • (stage directions). [Converses apart with FERDINAND, and delivers him a paper]

    Princess of France. Doth this man serve God?

90 V, 2, 2460
  • He speaks not like a man of God's making.
  • He speaks not like a man of God's making.
  • Biron. Why ask you?

    Princess of France. He speaks not like a man of God's making.

91 V, 2, 2496
  • Great thanks, great Pompey.
  • Great thanks, great Pompey.
  • Costard. It is, 'Great,' sir:--
    Pompey surnamed the Great;
    That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make
    my foe to sweat:
    And travelling along this coast, I here am come by chance,
    And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of France,
    If your ladyship would say, 'Thanks, Pompey,' I had done.

    Princess of France. Great thanks, great Pompey.

92 V, 2, 2508
  • The conqueror is dismay'd. Proceed, good Alexander.
  • The conqueror is dismay'd. Proceed, good Alexander.
  • Biron. Your nose smells 'no' in this, most tender-smelling knight.

    Princess of France. The conqueror is dismay'd. Proceed, good Alexander.

93 V, 2, 2573
  • Alas, poor Maccabaeus, how hath he been baited!
  • Alas, poor Maccabaeus, how hath he been baited!
  • (stage directions). [HOLOFERNES retires]

    Princess of France. Alas, poor Maccabaeus, how hath he been baited!

94 V, 2, 2607
  • Speak, brave Hector: we are much delighted.
  • Speak, brave Hector: we are much delighted.
  • Don Adriano de Armado. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; sweet chucks,
    beat not the bones of the buried: when he breathed,
    he was a man. But I will forward with my device.
    [To the PRINCESS]
    Sweet royalty, bestow on me the sense of hearing.

    Princess of France. Speak, brave Hector: we are much delighted.

95 V, 2, 2656
  • Welcome, Mercade;
    But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.
  • Welcome, Mercade;
    But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.
  • Mercade. God save you, madam!

    Princess of France. Welcome, Mercade;
    But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.

96 V, 2, 2660
  • Dead, for my life!
  • Dead, for my life!
  • Mercade. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring
    Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father--

    Princess of France. Dead, for my life!

97 V, 2, 2668
  • Boyet, prepare; I will away tonight.
  • Boyet, prepare; I will away tonight.
  • Ferdinand. How fares your majesty?

    Princess of France. Boyet, prepare; I will away tonight.

98 V, 2, 2670
  • Prepare, I say. I thank you, gracious lords,
    For all your fair endeavors; an...
  • Prepare, I say. I thank you, gracious lords,
    For all your fair endeavors; and entreat,
    Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe
    In your rich wisdom to excuse or hide
    The liberal opposition of our spirits,
    If over-boldly we have borne ourselves
    In the converse of breath: your gentleness
    Was guilty of it. Farewell worthy lord!
    A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue:
    Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks
    For my great suit so easily obtain'd.
  • Ferdinand. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay.

    Princess of France. Prepare, I say. I thank you, gracious lords,
    For all your fair endeavors; and entreat,
    Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe
    In your rich wisdom to excuse or hide
    The liberal opposition of our spirits,
    If over-boldly we have borne ourselves
    In the converse of breath: your gentleness
    Was guilty of it. Farewell worthy lord!
    A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue:
    Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks
    For my great suit so easily obtain'd.

99 V, 2, 2717
  • We have received your letters full of love;
    Your favours, the ambassadors of...
  • 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.
  • Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief;
    And by these badges understand the king.
    For your fair sakes have we neglected time,
    Play'd foul play with our oaths: your beauty, ladies,
    Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours
    Even to the opposed end of our intents:
    And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,--
    As love is full of unbefitting strains,
    All wanton as a child, skipping and vain,
    Form'd by the eye and therefore, like the eye,
    Full of strange shapes, of habits and of forms,
    Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll
    To every varied object in his glance:
    Which parti-coated presence of loose love
    Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,
    Have misbecomed our oaths and gravities,
    Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults,
    Suggested us to make. Therefore, ladies,
    Our love being yours, the error that love makes
    Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false,
    By being once false for ever to be true
    To those that make us both,--fair ladies, you:
    And even that falsehood, in itself a sin,
    Thus purifies itself and turns to grace.

    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.

100 V, 2, 2730
  • A time, methinks, too short
    To make a world-without-end bargain in.
    No,...
  • A time, methinks, too short
    To make a world-without-end bargain in.
    No, no, my lord, your grace is perjured much,
    Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this:
    If for my love, as there is no such cause,
    You will do aught, this shall you do for me:
    Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed
    To some forlorn and naked hermitage,
    Remote from all the pleasures of the world;
    There stay until the twelve celestial signs
    Have brought about the annual reckoning.
    If this austere insociable life
    Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
    If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weeds
    Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,
    But that it bear this trial and last love;
    Then, at the expiration of the year,
    Come challenge me, challenge me by these deserts,
    And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine
    I will be thine; and till that instant shut
    My woeful self up in a mourning house,
    Raining the tears of lamentation
    For the remembrance of my father's death.
    If this thou do deny, let our hands part,
    Neither entitled in the other's heart.
  • Ferdinand. Now, at the latest minute of the hour,
    Grant us your loves.

    Princess of France. A time, methinks, too short
    To make a world-without-end bargain in.
    No, no, my lord, your grace is perjured much,
    Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this:
    If for my love, as there is no such cause,
    You will do aught, this shall you do for me:
    Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed
    To some forlorn and naked hermitage,
    Remote from all the pleasures of the world;
    There stay until the twelve celestial signs
    Have brought about the annual reckoning.
    If this austere insociable life
    Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
    If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weeds
    Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,
    But that it bear this trial and last love;
    Then, at the expiration of the year,
    Come challenge me, challenge me by these deserts,
    And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine
    I will be thine; and till that instant shut
    My woeful self up in a mourning house,
    Raining the tears of lamentation
    For the remembrance of my father's death.
    If this thou do deny, let our hands part,
    Neither entitled in the other's heart.

101 V, 2, 2815
  • [To FERDINAND] Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave.
  • [To FERDINAND] Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave.
  • Biron. A twelvemonth! well; befall what will befall,
    I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital.

    Princess of France. [To FERDINAND] Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave.

102 V, 2, 2825
  • Was not that Hector?
  • Was not that Hector?
  • Don Adriano de Armado. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,--

    Princess of France. Was not that Hector?

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