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

Total: 25

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1

II,1,542

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

Katharine. The young Dumain, a well-accomplished youth,
Of all that virtue love for virtue loved:
Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill;
For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,
And shape to win grace though he had no wit.
I saw him at the Duke Alencon's once;
And much too little of that good I saw
Is my report to his great worthiness.


2

V,2,1892

Rosaline. That was the way to make his godhead wax,
For he hath been five thousand years a boy.

Katharine. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too.


3

V,2,1894

Rosaline. You'll ne'er be friends with him; a' kill'd your sister.

Katharine. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy;
And so she died: had she been light, like you,
Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
She might ha' been a grandam ere she died:
And so may you; for a light heart lives long.


4

V,2,1900

Rosaline. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light word?

Katharine. A light condition in a beauty dark.


5

V,2,1902

Rosaline. We need more light to find your meaning out.

Katharine. You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff;
Therefore I'll darkly end the argument.


6

V,2,1905

Rosaline. Look what you do, you do it still i' the dark.

Katharine. So do not you, for you are a light wench.


7

V,2,1907

Rosaline. Indeed I weigh not you, and therefore light.

Katharine. You weigh me not? O, that's you care not for me.


8

V,2,1923

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

Katharine. Fair as a text B in a copy-book.


9

V,2,1927

Rosaline. 'Ware pencils, ho! let me not die your debtor,
My red dominical, my golden letter:
O, that your face were not so full of O's!

Katharine. A pox of that jest! and I beshrew all shrows.


10

V,2,1929

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

Katharine. Madam, this glove.


11

V,2,1931

Princess of France. Did he not send you twain?

Katharine. Yes, madam, and moreover
Some thousand verses of a faithful lover,
A huge translation of hypocrisy,
Vilely compiled, profound simplicity.


12

V,2,2021

Rosaline. Come on, then; wear the favours most in sight.

Katharine. But in this changing what is your intent?


13

V,2,2149

(stage directions). [They converse apart]

Katharine. What, was your vizard made without a tongue?


14

V,2,2151

Longaville. I know the reason, lady, why you ask.

Katharine. O for your reason! quickly, sir; I long.


15

V,2,2154

Longaville. You have a double tongue within your mask,
And would afford my speechless vizard half.

Katharine. Veal, quoth the Dutchman. Is not 'veal' a calf?


16

V,2,2156

Longaville. A calf, fair lady!

Katharine. No, a fair lord calf.


17

V,2,2158

Longaville. Let's part the word.

Katharine. No, I'll not be your half
Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox.


18

V,2,2162

Longaville. Look, how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks!
Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so.

Katharine. Then die a calf, before your horns do grow.


19

V,2,2164

Longaville. One word in private with you, ere I die.

Katharine. Bleat softly then; the butcher hears you cry.


20

V,2,2189

Maria. Dumain was at my service, and his sword:
No point, quoth I; my servant straight was mute.

Katharine. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart;
And trow you what he called me?


21

V,2,2192

Princess of France. Qualm, perhaps.

Katharine. Yes, in good faith.


22

V,2,2197

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

Katharine. And Longaville was for my service born.


23

V,2,2766

Dumain. But what to me, my love? but what to me? A wife?

Katharine. A beard, fair health, and honesty;
With three-fold love I wish you all these three.


24

V,2,2769

Dumain. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?

Katharine. Not so, my lord; a twelvemonth and a day
I'll mark no words that smooth-faced wooers say:
Come when the king doth to my lady come;
Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some.


25

V,2,2774

Dumain. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then.

Katharine. Yet swear not, lest ye be forsworn again.


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