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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2]

Don Adriano de Armado

360

I will hereupon confess I am in love: and as it is
base for a soldier to love, so am I in love with a
base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour
of affection would deliver me from the reprobate
thought of it, I would take Desire prisoner, and
ransom him to any French courtier for a new-devised
courtesy. I think scorn to sigh: methinks I should
outswear Cupid. Comfort, me, boy: what great men
have been in love?

2

Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2]

Dull

424

Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep Costard
safe: and you must suffer him to take no delight
nor no penance; but a' must fast three days a week.
For this damsel, I must keep her at the park: she
is allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well.

3

Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2]

Don Adriano de Armado

450

Take away this villain; shut him up.

4

Love's Labour's Lost
[II, 1]

Princess of France

713

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

5

Love's Labour's Lost
[III, 1]

Don Adriano de Armado

768

Sweet air! Go, tenderness of years; take this key,
give enlargement to the swain, bring him festinately
hither: I must employ him in a letter to my love.

6

Love's Labour's Lost
[III, 1]

Don Adriano de Armado

838

By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly
thought my spleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes
me to ridiculous smiling. O, pardon me, my stars!
Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, and
the word l'envoy for a salve?

7

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 1]

Princess of France

988

Nay, never paint me now:
Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.
Here, good my glass, take this for telling true:
Fair payment for foul words is more than due.

8

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Princess of France

2010

And will they so? the gallants shall be task'd;
For, ladies, we shall every one be mask'd;
And not a man of them shall have the grace,
Despite of suit, to see a lady's face.
Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear,
And then the king will court thee for his dear;
Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine,
So shall Biron take me for Rosaline.
And change your favours too; so shall your loves
Woo contrary, deceived by these removes.

9

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Rosaline

2112

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

10

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Ferdinand

2114

Why take we hands, then?

11

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Maria

2144

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

12

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Katharine

2158

No, I'll not be your half
Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox.

13

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Rosaline

2302

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

14

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Rosaline

2379

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

15

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Costard

2440

We will turn it finely off, sir; we will take
some care.

16

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Biron

2475

The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest, the fool
and the boy:—
Abate throw at novum, and the whole world again
Cannot pick out five such, take each one in his vein.

17

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Biron

2514

Take away the conqueror, take away Alisander.

18

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Moth

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.

19

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Princess of France

2815

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

20

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Don Adriano de Armado

2827

I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave. I am
a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the
plough for her sweet love three years. But, most
esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue that
the two learned men have compiled in praise of the
owl and the cuckoo? It should have followed in the
end of our show.