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

Total: 22

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1

II,1,526

I know him, madam: at a marriage-feast,
Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir
Of Jaques Falconbridge, solemnized
In Normandy, saw I this Longaville:
A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd;
Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms:
Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.
The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss,
If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,
Is a sharp wit matched with too blunt a will;
Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills
It should none spare that come within his power.

2

II,1,539

They say so most that most his humours know.

3

II,1,710

That last is Biron, the merry madcap lord:
Not a word with him but a jest.

4

II,1,715

Two hot sheeps, marry.

5

II,1,718

You sheep, and I pasture: shall that finish the jest?

6

II,1,721

Not so, gentle beast:
My lips are no common, though several they be.

7

II,1,724

To my fortunes and me.

8

II,1,756

He is Cupid's grandfather and learns news of him.

9

II,1,759

No.

10

IV,1,1100

You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes
at the brow.

11

IV,1,1115

A mark marvellous well shot, for they both did hit it.

12

IV,1,1118

Wide o' the bow hand! i' faith, your hand is out.

13

IV,1,1122

Come, come, you talk greasily; your lips grow foul.

14

V,2,1935

This and these pearls to me sent Longaville:
The letter is too long by half a mile.

15

V,2,1939

Ay, or I would these hands might never part.

16

V,2,1957

Folly in fools bears not so strong a note
As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote;
Since all the power thereof it doth apply
To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.

17

V,2,2142

Name it.

18

V,2,2144

Say you so? Fair lord,—
Take that for your fair lady.

19

V,2,2187

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

20

V,2,2198

Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree.

21

V,2,2776

At the twelvemonth's end
I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend.

22

V,2,2779

The liker you; few taller are so young.

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