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

Total: 22

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1

II,1,526

Princess of France. Know you the man?

Maria. 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

Princess of France. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so?

Maria. They say so most that most his humours know.


3

II,1,710

(stage directions). [Exit BIRON]

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


4

II,1,715

Boyet. I was as willing to grapple as he was to board.

Maria. Two hot sheeps, marry.


5

II,1,718

Boyet. And wherefore not ships?
No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips.

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


6

II,1,721

(stage directions). [Offering to kiss her]

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


7

II,1,724

Boyet. Belonging to whom?

Maria. To my fortunes and me.


8

II,1,756

Rosaline. Thou art an old love-monger and speakest skilfully.

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


9

II,1,759

Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches?

Maria. No.


10

IV,1,1100

Rosaline. If we choose by the horns, yourself come not near.
Finely put on, indeed!

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


11

IV,1,1115

Costard. By my troth, most pleasant: how both did fit it!

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


12

IV,1,1118

Boyet. A mark! O, mark but that mark! A mark, says my lady!
Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if it may be.

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


13

IV,1,1122

Costard. Then will she get the upshoot by cleaving the pin.

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


14

V,2,1935

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

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


15

V,2,1939

Princess of France. I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart
The chain were longer and the letter short?

Maria. Ay, or I would these hands might never part.


16

V,2,1957

Rosaline. The blood of youth burns not with such excess
As gravity's revolt to wantonness.

Maria. 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

Dumain. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word?

Maria. Name it.


18

V,2,2144

Dumain. Fair lady,—

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


19

V,2,2187

Princess of France. Biron did swear himself out of all suit.

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


20

V,2,2198

Katharine. And Longaville was for my service born.

Maria. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree.


21

V,2,2776

Longaville. What says Maria?

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


22

V,2,2779

Longaville. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long.

Maria. The liker you; few taller are so young.


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