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

Total: 78

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1

I,2,312

A great sign, sir, that he will look sad.

2

I,2,314

No, no; O Lord, sir, no.

3

I,2,317

By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough senior.

4

I,2,319

Why tender juvenal? why tender juvenal?

5

I,2,323

And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title to your
old time, which we may name tough.

6

I,2,326

How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my saying apt? or
I apt, and my saying pretty?

7

I,2,329

Little pretty, because little. Wherefore apt?

8

I,2,331

Speak you this in my praise, master?

9

I,2,333

I will praise an eel with the same praise.

10

I,2,335

That an eel is quick.

11

I,2,337

I am answered, sir.

12

I,2,339

[Aside] He speaks the mere contrary; crosses love not him.

13

I,2,341

You may do it in an hour, sir.

14

I,2,343

How many is one thrice told?

15

I,2,345

You are a gentleman and a gamester, sir.

16

I,2,348

Then, I am sure, you know how much the gross sum of
deuce-ace amounts to.

17

I,2,351

Which the base vulgar do call three.

18

I,2,353

Why, sir, is this such a piece of study? Now here
is three studied, ere ye'll thrice wink: and how
easy it is to put 'years' to the word 'three,' and
study three years in two words, the dancing horse
will tell you.

19

I,2,359

To prove you a cipher.

20

I,2,369

Hercules, master.

21

I,2,373

Samson, master: he was a man of good carriage, great
carriage, for he carried the town-gates on his back
like a porter: and he was in love.

22

I,2,380

A woman, master.

23

I,2,382

Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or one of the four.

24

I,2,384

Of the sea-water green, sir.

25

I,2,386

As I have read, sir; and the best of them too.

26

I,2,390

It was so, sir; for she had a green wit.

27

I,2,392

Most maculate thoughts, master, are masked under
such colours.

28

I,2,395

My father's wit and my mother's tongue, assist me!

29

I,2,398

If she be made of white and red,
Her faults will ne'er be known,
For blushing cheeks by faults are bred
And fears by pale white shown:
Then if she fear, or be to blame,
By this you shall not know,
For still her cheeks possess the same
Which native she doth owe.
A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of
white and red.

30

I,2,409

The world was very guilty of such a ballad some
three ages since: but I think now 'tis not to be
found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for
the writing nor the tune.

31

I,2,417

[Aside] To be whipped; and yet a better love than
my master.

32

I,2,420

And that's great marvel, loving a light wench.

33

I,2,422

Forbear till this company be past.

34

I,2,451

Come, you transgressing slave; away!

35

I,2,453

No, sir; that were fast and loose: thou shalt to prison.

36

I,2,456

What shall some see?

37

III,1,766

Concolinel.

38

III,1,771

Master, will you win your love with a French brawl?

39

III,1,773

No, my complete master: but to jig off a tune at
the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour
it with turning up your eyelids, sigh a note and
sing a note, sometime through the throat, as if you
swallowed love with singing love, sometime through
the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling
love; with your hat penthouse-like o'er the shop of
your eyes; with your arms crossed on your thin-belly
doublet like a rabbit on a spit; or your hands in
your pocket like a man after the old painting; and
keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away.
These are complements, these are humours; these
betray nice wenches, that would be betrayed without
these; and make them men of note—do you note
me?—that most are affected to these.

40

III,1,789

By my penny of observation.

41

III,1,791

'The hobby-horse is forgot.'

42

III,1,793

No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and your
love perhaps a hackney. But have you forgot your love?

43

III,1,796

Negligent student! learn her by heart.

44

III,1,798

And out of heart, master: all those three I will prove.

45

III,1,800

A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and without, upon
the instant: by heart you love her, because your
heart cannot come by her; in heart you love her,
because your heart is in love with her; and out of
heart you love her, being out of heart that you
cannot enjoy her.

46

III,1,807

And three times as much more, and yet nothing at
all.

47

III,1,810

A message well sympathized; a horse to be ambassador
for an ass.

48

III,1,813

Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the horse,
for he is very slow-gaited. But I go.

49

III,1,816

As swift as lead, sir.

50

III,1,819

Minime, honest master; or rather, master, no.

51

III,1,821

You are too swift, sir, to say so:
Is that lead slow which is fired from a gun?

52

III,1,826

Thump then and I flee.

53

III,1,833

A wonder, master! here's a costard broken in a shin.

54

III,1,843

Do the wise think them other? is not l'envoy a salve?

55

III,1,850

I will add the l'envoy. Say the moral again.

56

III,1,853

Until the goose came out of door,
And stay'd the odds by adding four.
Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with
my l'envoy.
The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
Were still at odds, being but three.

57

III,1,861

A good l'envoy, ending in the goose: would you
desire more?

58

III,1,868

By saying that a costard was broken in a shin.
Then call'd you for the l'envoy.

59

III,1,875

I will tell you sensibly.

60

III,1,896

Like the sequel, I. Signior Costard, adieu.

61

V,1,1772

[Aside to COSTARD] They have been at a great feast
of languages, and stolen the scraps.

62

V,1,1779

Peace! the peal begins.

63

V,1,1781

Yes, yes; he teaches boys the hornbook. What is a,
b, spelt backward, with the horn on his head?

64

V,1,1784

Ba, most silly sheep with a horn. You hear his learning.

65

V,1,1786

The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them; or
the fifth, if I.

66

V,1,1789

The sheep: the other two concludes it,—o, u.

67

V,1,1793

Offered by a child to an old man; which is wit-old.

68

V,1,1795

Horns.

69

V,1,1797

Lend me your horn to make one, and I will whip about
your infamy circum circa,—a gig of a cuckold's horn.

70

V,1,1862

An excellent device! so, if any of the audience
hiss, you may cry 'Well done, Hercules! now thou
crushest the snake!' that is the way to make an
offence gracious, though few have the grace to do it.

71

V,1,1868

Thrice-worthy gentleman!

72

V,2,2047

All hail, the richest beauties on the earth!—

73

V,2,2049

A holy parcel of the fairest dames.
[The Ladies turn their backs to him]
That ever turn'd their—backs—to mortal views!

74

V,2,2053

That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views!—Out—

75

V,2,2055

Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouchsafe
Not to behold—

76

V,2,2058

Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes,
—with your sun-beamed eyes—

77

V,2,2062

They do not mark me, and that brings me out.

78

V,2,2640

Master, let me take you a buttonhole lower. Do you
not see Pompey is uncasing for the combat? What mean
you? You will lose your reputation.

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