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

Total: 13

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# Act, Scene, Line
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1

I,2,430

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

Jaquenetta. Man?


2

I,2,432

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

Jaquenetta. That's hereby.


3

I,2,434

Don Adriano de Armado. I know where it is situate.

Jaquenetta. Lord, how wise you are!


4

I,2,436

Don Adriano de Armado. I will tell thee wonders.

Jaquenetta. With that face?


5

I,2,438

Don Adriano de Armado. I love thee.

Jaquenetta. So I heard you say.


6

I,2,440

Don Adriano de Armado. And so, farewell.

Jaquenetta. Fair weather after you!


7

IV,2,1230

(stage directions). [Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD]

Jaquenetta. God give you good morrow, master Parson.


8

IV,2,1237

Holofernes. Piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of conceit in a
tuft of earth; fire enough for a flint, pearl enough
for a swine: 'tis pretty; it is well.

Jaquenetta. Good master Parson, be so good as read me this
letter: it was given me by Costard, and sent me
from Don Armado: I beseech you, read it.


9

IV,2,1278

Holofernes. You find not the apostraphas, and so miss the
accent: let me supervise the canzonet. Here are
only numbers ratified; but, for the elegancy,
facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret.
Ovidius Naso was the man: and why, indeed, Naso,
but for smelling out the odouriferous flowers of
fancy, the jerks of invention? Imitari is nothing:
so doth the hound his master, the ape his keeper,
the tired horse his rider. But, damosella virgin,
was this directed to you?

Jaquenetta. Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Biron, one of the strange
queen's lords.


10

IV,2,1293

Holofernes. I will overglance the superscript: 'To the
snow-white hand of the most beauteous Lady
Rosaline.' I will look again on the intellect of
the letter, for the nomination of the party writing
to the person written unto: 'Your ladyship's in all
desired employment, BIRON.' Sir Nathaniel, this
Biron is one of the votaries with the king; and here
he hath framed a letter to a sequent of the stranger
queen's, which accidentally, or by the way of
progression, hath miscarried. Trip and go, my
sweet; deliver this paper into the royal hand of the
king: it may concern much. Stay not thy
compliment; I forgive thy duty; adieu.

Jaquenetta. Good Costard, go with me. Sir, God save your life!


11

IV,3,1523

(stage directions). [Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD]

Jaquenetta. God bless the king!


12

IV,3,1530

Ferdinand. If it mar nothing neither,
The treason and you go in peace away together.

Jaquenetta. I beseech your grace, let this letter be read:
Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said.


13

IV,3,1535

Ferdinand. Biron, read it over.
[Giving him the paper]
Where hadst thou it?

Jaquenetta. Of Costard.


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