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

Total: 75

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1

II,1,550

Another of these students at that time
Was there with him, if I have heard a truth....

2

II,1,604

Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?

3

II,1,606

How needless was it then to ask the question!

4

II,1,608

'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such questions.

5

II,1,610

Not till it leave the rider in the mire.

6

II,1,612

The hour that fools should ask.

7

II,1,614

Fair fall the face it covers!

8

II,1,616

Amen, so you be none.

9

II,1,673

Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it.

10

II,1,675

Is the fool sick?

11

II,1,677

Alack, let it blood.

12

II,1,679

My physic says 'ay.'

13

II,1,681

No point, with my knife.

14

II,1,683

And yours from long living!

15

II,1,755

Thou art an old love-monger and speakest skilfully.

16

II,1,757

Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is but grim.

17

II,1,761

Ay, our way to be gone.

18

IV,1,1089

Shall I teach you to know?

19

IV,1,1091

Why, she that bears the bow.
Finely put off!

20

IV,1,1096

Well, then, I am the shooter.

21

IV,1,1098

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

22

IV,1,1103

Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that was
a man when King Pepin of France was a little boy, as...

23

IV,1,1109

Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it,
Thou canst not hit it, my good man.

24

V,2,1885

Madame, came nothing else along with that?

25

V,2,1890

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

26

V,2,1893

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

27

V,2,1899

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

28

V,2,1901

We need more light to find your meaning out.

29

V,2,1904

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

30

V,2,1906

Indeed I weigh not you, and therefore light.

31

V,2,1908

Great reason; for 'past cure is still past care.'

32

V,2,1912

I would you knew:
An if my face were but as fair as yours,...

33

V,2,1921

Much in the letters; nothing in the praise.

34

V,2,1924

'Ware pencils, ho! let me not die your debtor,
My red dominical, my golden letter:...

35

V,2,1941

They are worse fools to purchase mocking so.
That same Biron I'll torture ere I go:...

36

V,2,1955

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

37

V,2,2020

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

38

V,2,2029

But shall we dance, if they desire to't?

39

V,2,2065

What would these strangers? know their minds, Boyet:
If they do speak our language, 'tis our will:...

40

V,2,2071

What would they, say they?

41

V,2,2073

Why, that they have; and bid them so be gone.

42

V,2,2079

It is not so. Ask them how many inches
Is in one mile: if they have measured many,...

43

V,2,2087

How many weary steps,
Of many weary miles you have o'ergone,...

44

V,2,2095

My face is but a moon, and clouded too.

45

V,2,2099

O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter;
Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water.

46

V,2,2103

Play, music, then! Nay, you must do it soon.
[Music plays]...

47

V,2,2107

You took the moon at full, but now she's changed.

48

V,2,2110

Our ears vouchsafe it.

49

V,2,2112

Since you are strangers and come here by chance,
We'll not be nice: take hands. We will not dance.

50

V,2,2115

Only to part friends:
Curtsy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends.

51

V,2,2118

We can afford no more at such a price.

52

V,2,2120

Your absence only.

53

V,2,2122

Then cannot we be bought: and so, adieu;
Twice to your visor, and half once to you.

54

V,2,2125

In private, then.

55

V,2,2172

Not one word more, my maids; break off, break off.

56

V,2,2179

Well-liking wits they have; gross, gross; fat, fat.

57

V,2,2184

O, they were all in lamentable cases!
The king was weeping-ripe for a good word.

58

V,2,2194

Well, better wits have worn plain statute-caps.
But will you hear? the king is my love sworn.

59

V,2,2214

Good madam, if by me you'll be advised,
Let's, mock them still, as well known as disguised:...

60

V,2,2285

Madam, speak true. It is not so, my lord:
My lady, to the manner of the days,...

61

V,2,2300

This proves you wise and rich, for in my eye,—

62

V,2,2302

But that you take what doth to you belong,
It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue.

63

V,2,2305

All the fool mine?

64

V,2,2307

Which of the vizards was it that you wore?

65

V,2,2309

There, then, that vizard; that superfluous case
That hid the worse and show'd the better face.

66

V,2,2314

Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why look you pale?
Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy.

67

V,2,2338

Sans sans, I pray you.

68

V,2,2349

It is not so; for how can this be true,
That you stand forfeit, being those that sue?

69

V,2,2352

Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.

70

V,2,2371

Madam, he swore that he did hold me dear
As precious eyesight, and did value me...

71

V,2,2379

By heaven, you did; and to confirm it plain,
You gave me this: but take it, sir, again.

72

V,2,2727

We did not quote them so.

73

V,2,2760

You must be purged too, your sins are rack'd,
You are attaint with faults and perjury:...

74

V,2,2784

Oft have I heard of you, my Lord Biron,
Before I saw you; and the world's large tongue...

75

V,2,2801

Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit,
Whose influence is begot of that loose grace...

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