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

1

IV,1,980

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?

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

2

IV,1,984

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

Forester. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.

3

IV,1,987

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

Forester. Yes, madam, fair.

4

IV,1,992

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.

Forester. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit.