Speeches (Lines) for Princess of France
in "Love's Labour's Lost"

Total: 102

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1

II,1,497

Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise:...

2

II,1,520

All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.
[Exit BOYET]...

3

II,1,525

Know you the man?

4

II,1,538

Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so?

5

II,1,540

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

6

II,1,563

God bless my ladies! are they all in love,
That every one her own hath garnished...

7

II,1,568

Now, what admittance, lord?

8

II,1,581

'Fair' I give you back again; and 'welcome' I have
not yet: the roof of this court is too high to be...

9

II,1,585

I will be welcome, then: conduct me thither.

10

II,1,587

Our Lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn.

11

II,1,589

Why, will shall break it; will and nothing else.

12

II,1,591

Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise,
Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance....

13

II,1,601

You will the sooner, that I were away;
For you'll prove perjured if you make me stay.

14

II,1,643

You do the king my father too much wrong
And wrong the reputation of your name,...

15

II,1,650

We arrest your word.
Boyet, you can produce acquittances...

16

II,1,669

Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace!

17

II,1,713

It was well done of you to take him at his word.

18

II,1,725

Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree:
This civil war of wits were much better used...

19

II,1,731

With what?

20

II,1,733

Your reason?

21

II,1,750

Come to our pavilion: Boyet is disposed.

22

IV,1,972

Was that the king, that spurred his horse so hard
Against the steep uprising of the hill?

23

IV,1,975

Whoe'er a' was, a' show'd a mounting mind.
Well, lords, to-day we shall have our dispatch:...

24

IV,1,982

I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,
And thereupon thou speak'st the fairest shoot.

25

IV,1,985

What, what? first praise me and again say no?
O short-lived pride! Not fair? alack for woe!

26

IV,1,988

Nay, never paint me now:
Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow....

27

IV,1,993

See see, my beauty will be saved by merit!
O heresy in fair, fit for these days!...

28

IV,1,1011

Only for praise: and praise we may afford
To any lady that subdues a lord.

29

IV,1,1016

Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.

30

IV,1,1018

The thickest and the tallest.

31

IV,1,1023

What's your will, sir? what's your will?

32

IV,1,1025

O, thy letter, thy letter! he's a good friend of mine:
Stand aside, good bearer. Boyet, you can carve;...

33

IV,1,1031

We will read it, I swear.
Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear.

34

IV,1,1069

What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter?
What vane? what weathercock? did you ever hear better?

35

IV,1,1072

Else your memory is bad, going o'er it erewhile.

36

IV,1,1076

Thou fellow, a word:
Who gave thee this letter?

37

IV,1,1079

To whom shouldst thou give it?

38

IV,1,1081

From which lord to which lady?

39

IV,1,1084

Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, away.
[To ROSALINE]...

40

V,2,1881

Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart,
If fairings come thus plentifully in:...

41

V,2,1886

Nothing but this! yes, as much love in rhyme
As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper,...

42

V,2,1909

Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd.
But Rosaline, you have a favour too:...

43

V,2,1920

Any thing like?

44

V,2,1922

Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion.

45

V,2,1928

But, Katharine, what was sent to you from fair Dumain?

46

V,2,1930

Did he not send you twain?

47

V,2,1937

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

48

V,2,1940

We are wise girls to mock our lovers so.

49

V,2,1951

None are so surely caught, when they are catch'd,
As wit turn'd fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd,...

50

V,2,1961

Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face.

51

V,2,1964

Thy news Boyet?

52

V,2,1971

Saint Denis to Saint Cupid! What are they
That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say.

53

V,2,2003

But what, but what, come they to visit us?

54

V,2,2010

And will they so? the gallants shall be task'd;
For, ladies, we shall every one be mask'd;...

55

V,2,2022

The effect of my intent is to cross theirs:
They do it but in mocking merriment;...

56

V,2,2030

No, to the death, we will not move a foot;
Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace,...

57

V,2,2035

Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt
The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out...

58

V,2,2129

Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is three.

59

V,2,2133

Seventh sweet, adieu:
Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you.

60

V,2,2136

Let it not be sweet.

61

V,2,2138

Gall! bitter.

62

V,2,2175

Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovits.
[Exeunt FERDINAND, Lords, and Blackamoors]...

63

V,2,2180

O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout!
Will they not, think you, hang themselves tonight?...

64

V,2,2186

Biron did swear himself out of all suit.

65

V,2,2191

Qualm, perhaps.

66

V,2,2193

Go, sickness as thou art!

67

V,2,2196

And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me.

68

V,2,2203

Will they return?

69

V,2,2208

How blow? how blow? speak to be understood.

70

V,2,2212

Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do,
If they return in their own shapes to woo?

71

V,2,2223

Whip to our tents, as roes run o'er land.
[Exeunt PRINCESS, ROSALINE, KATHARINE, and MARIA]...

72

V,2,2260

'Fair' in 'all hail' is foul, as I conceive.

73

V,2,2262

Then wish me better; I will give you leave.

74

V,2,2265

This field shall hold me; and so hold your vow:
Nor God, nor I, delights in perjured men.

75

V,2,2269

You nickname virtue; vice you should have spoke;
For virtue's office never breaks men's troth....

76

V,2,2279

Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear;
We have had pastimes here and pleasant game:...

77

V,2,2283

Ay, in truth, my lord;
Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state.

78

V,2,2313

Amazed, my lord? why looks your highness sad?

79

V,2,2347

No, they are free that gave these tokens to us.

80

V,2,2356

The fairest is confession.
Were not you here but even now disguised?

81

V,2,2359

And were you well advised?

82

V,2,2361

When you then were here,
What did you whisper in your lady's ear?

83

V,2,2364

When she shall challenge this, you will reject her.

84

V,2,2366

Peace, peace! forbear:
Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear.

85

V,2,2369

I will: and therefore keep it. Rosaline,
What did the Russian whisper in your ear?

86

V,2,2375

God give thee joy of him! the noble lord
Most honourably doth unhold his word.

87

V,2,2383

Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear;
And Lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear....

88

V,2,2447

Nay, my good lord, let me o'errule you now:
That sport best pleases that doth least know how:...

89

V,2,2458

Doth this man serve God?

90

V,2,2460

He speaks not like a man of God's making.

91

V,2,2496

Great thanks, great Pompey.

92

V,2,2508

The conqueror is dismay'd. Proceed, good Alexander.

93

V,2,2573

Alas, poor Maccabaeus, how hath he been baited!

94

V,2,2607

Speak, brave Hector: we are much delighted.

95

V,2,2656

Welcome, Mercade;
But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.

96

V,2,2660

Dead, for my life!

97

V,2,2668

Boyet, prepare; I will away tonight.

98

V,2,2670

Prepare, I say. I thank you, gracious lords,
For all your fair endeavors; and entreat,...

99

V,2,2717

We have received your letters full of love;
Your favours, the ambassadors of love;...

100

V,2,2730

A time, methinks, too short
To make a world-without-end bargain in....

101

V,2,2815

[To FERDINAND] Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave.

102

V,2,2825

Was not that Hector?

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