Love's Labour's Lost (1593-5)

Intro
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Act I, Scene 2

The same.

[Enter DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO and MOTH]

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Don Adriano de Armado Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit
grows melancholy?

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

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Don Adriano de Armado Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing, dear imp.

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

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Don Adriano de Armado How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my
tender juvenal?

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

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Don Adriano de Armado Why tough senior? why tough senior?

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Moth Why tender juvenal? why tender juvenal?

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Don Adriano de Armado I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton
appertaining to thy young days, which we may
nominate tender.

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

323

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

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Don Adriano de Armado Thou pretty, because little.

328

Moth Little pretty, because little. Wherefore apt?

329

Don Adriano de Armado And therefore apt, because quick.

330

Moth Speak you this in my praise, master?

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Don Adriano de Armado In thy condign praise.

332

Moth I will praise an eel with the same praise.

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Don Adriano de Armado What, that an eel is ingenious?

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Moth That an eel is quick.

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Don Adriano de Armado I do say thou art quick in answers: thou heatest my blood.

336

Moth I am answered, sir.

337

Don Adriano de Armado I love not to be crossed.

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

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Don Adriano de Armado I have promised to study three years with the duke.

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Moth You may do it in an hour, sir.

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Moth How many is one thrice told?

343

Don Adriano de Armado I am ill at reckoning; it fitteth the spirit of a tapster.

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Moth You are a gentleman and a gamester, sir.

345

Don Adriano de Armado I confess both: they are both the varnish of a
complete man.

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

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Don Adriano de Armado It doth amount to one more than two.

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Moth Which the base vulgar do call three.

351

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.

353

Don Adriano de Armado A most fine figure!

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Moth To prove you a cipher.

359

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?

360

Moth Hercules, master.

369

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.

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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.

373

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?

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Moth A woman, master.

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Don Adriano de Armado Of what complexion?

381

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

382

Don Adriano de Armado Tell me precisely of what complexion.

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Moth Of the sea-water green, sir.

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Don Adriano de Armado Is that one of the four complexions?

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

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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.

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

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Don Adriano de Armado My love is most immaculate white and red.

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

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Don Adriano de Armado Define, define, well-educated infant.

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

395

Don Adriano de Armado Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty and
pathetical!

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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.

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Don Adriano de Armado Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar?

408

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.

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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.

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

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Don Adriano de Armado Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love.

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

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Moth Forbear till this company be past.

422

[Enter DULL, COSTARD, and JAQUENETTA]

423

Dull Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Costard
safe: and you must suffer him to take no delight
nor no penance; but a' must fast three days a week.
For this damsel, I must keep her at the park: she
is allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well.

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Don Adriano de Armado I do betray myself with blushing. Maid!

429

Don Adriano de Armado I will visit thee at the lodge.

431

Jaquenetta That's hereby.

432

Don Adriano de Armado I know where it is situate.

433

Jaquenetta Lord, how wise you are!

434

Don Adriano de Armado I will tell thee wonders.

435

Jaquenetta With that face?

436

Jaquenetta So I heard you say.

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Don Adriano de Armado And so, farewell.

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Jaquenetta Fair weather after you!

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Dull Come, Jaquenetta, away!

441

[Exeunt DULL and JAQUENETTA]

442

Don Adriano de Armado Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou
be pardoned.

443

Costard Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a
full stomach.

445

Don Adriano de Armado Thou shalt be heavily punished.

447

Costard I am more bound to you than your fellows, for they
are but lightly rewarded.

448

Don Adriano de Armado Take away this villain; shut him up.

450

Moth Come, you transgressing slave; away!

451

Costard Let me not be pent up, sir: I will fast, being loose.

452

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

453

Costard Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation
that I have seen, some shall see.

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Moth What shall some see?

456

Costard Nay, nothing, Master Moth, but what they look upon.
It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their
words; and therefore I will say nothing: I thank
God I have as little patience as another man; and
therefore I can be quiet.

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[Exeunt MOTH and COSTARD]

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Don Adriano de Armado I do affect the very ground, which is base, where
her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which
is basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn, which
is a great argument of falsehood, if I love. And
how can that be true love which is falsely
attempted? Love is a familiar; Love is a devil:
there is no evil angel but Love. Yet was Samson so
tempted, and he had an excellent strength; yet was
Solomon so seduced, and he had a very good wit.
Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club;
and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier.
The first and second cause will not serve my turn;
the passado he respects not, the duello he regards
not: his disgrace is to be called boy; but his
glory is to subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust rapier!
be still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea,
he loveth. Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme,
for I am sure I shall turn sonnet. Devise, wit;
write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.

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[Exit]

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