Speeches (Lines) for Forester
in "Love's Labour's Lost"
Total: 4

1

IV,1,980

Hereby, upon the edge of yonder coppice;
A stand where you may make the fairest shoot.

2

IV,1,984

Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.

3

IV,1,987

Yes, madam, fair.

4

IV,1,992

Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.