Speeches (Lines) for Boyet
in "Love's Labour's Lost"
Total: 80

1

II,1,485

Now, madam, summon up your dearest spirits:
Consider who the king your father sends,
To whom he sends, and what's his embassy:
Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem,
To parley with the sole inheritor
Of all perfections that a man may owe,
Matchless Navarre; the plea of no less weight
Than Aquitaine, a dowry for a queen.
Be now as prodigal of all dear grace
As Nature was in making graces dear
When she did starve the general world beside
And prodigally gave them all to you.

2

II,1,519

Proud of employment, willingly I go.

3

II,1,569

Navarre had notice of your fair approach;
And he and his competitors in oath
Were all address'd to meet you, gentle lady,
Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt:
He rather means to lodge you in the field,
Like one that comes here to besiege his court,
Than seek a dispensation for his oath,
To let you enter his unpeopled house.
Here comes Navarre.
[Enter FERDINAND, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BIRON, and]
Attendants]

4

II,1,655

So please your grace, the packet is not come
Where that and other specialties are bound:
To-morrow you shall have a sight of them.

5

II,1,687

The heir of Alencon, Katharine her name.

6

II,1,691

A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the light.

7

II,1,693

She hath but one for herself; to desire that were a shame.

8

II,1,695

Her mother's, I have heard.

9

II,1,697

Good sir, be not offended.
She is an heir of Falconbridge.

10

II,1,701

Not unlike, sir, that may be.

11

II,1,704

Rosaline, by good hap.

12

II,1,706

To her will, sir, or so.

13

II,1,708

Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you.

14

II,1,712

And every jest but a word.

15

II,1,714

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

16

II,1,716

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

17

II,1,719

So you grant pasture for me.

18

II,1,723

Belonging to whom?

19

II,1,728

If my observation, which very seldom lies,
By the heart's still rhetoric disclosed with eyes,
Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.

20

II,1,732

With that which we lovers entitle affected.

21

II,1,734

Why, all his behaviors did make their retire
To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire:
His heart, like an agate, with your print impress'd,
Proud with his form, in his eye pride express'd:
His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,
Did stumble with haste in his eyesight to be;
All senses to that sense did make their repair,
To feel only looking on fairest of fair:
Methought all his senses were lock'd in his eye,
As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy;
Who, tendering their own worth from where they were glass'd,
Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd:
His face's own margent did quote such amazes
That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes.
I'll give you Aquitaine and all that is his,
An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss.

22

II,1,751

But to speak that in words which his eye hath
disclosed.
I only have made a mouth of his eye,
By adding a tongue which I know will not lie.

23

II,1,758

Do you hear, my mad wenches?

24

II,1,760

What then, do you see?

25

II,1,762

You are too hard for me.

26

IV,1,974

I know not; but I think it was not he.

27

IV,1,1008

Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty
Only for praise sake, when they strive to be
Lords o'er their lords?

28

IV,1,1013

Here comes a member of the commonwealth.

29

IV,1,1028

I am bound to serve.
This letter is mistook, it importeth none here;
It is writ to Jaquenetta.

30

IV,1,1034

'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible;
true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that
thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful
than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have
commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The
magnanimous and most illustrate king Cophetua set
eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar
Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly say,
Veni, vidi, vici; which to annothanize in the
vulgar,—O base and obscure vulgar!—videlicet, He
came, saw, and overcame: he came, one; saw two;
overcame, three. Who came? the king: why did he
come? to see: why did he see? to overcome: to
whom came he? to the beggar: what saw he? the
beggar: who overcame he? the beggar. The
conclusion is victory: on whose side? the king's.
The captive is enriched: on whose side? the
beggar's. The catastrophe is a nuptial: on whose
side? the king's: no, on both in one, or one in
both. I am the king; for so stands the comparison:
thou the beggar; for so witnesseth thy lowliness.
Shall I command thy love? I may: shall I enforce
thy love? I could: shall I entreat thy love? I
will. What shalt thou exchange for rags? robes;
for tittles? titles; for thyself? me. Thus,
expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy foot,
my eyes on thy picture. and my heart on thy every
part. Thine, in the dearest design of industry,
DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO.'
Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar
'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey.
Submissive fall his princely feet before,
And he from forage will incline to play:
But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then?
Food for his rage, repasture for his den.

31

IV,1,1071

I am much deceived but I remember the style.

32

IV,1,1073

This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps here in court;
A phantasime, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport
To the prince and his bookmates.

33

IV,1,1088

Who is the suitor? who is the suitor?

34

IV,1,1090

Ay, my continent of beauty.

35

IV,1,1093

My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou marry,
Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry.
Finely put on!

36

IV,1,1097

And who is your deer?

37

IV,1,1102

But she herself is hit lower: have I hit her now?

38

IV,1,1106

So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a
woman when Queen Guinover of Britain was a little
wench, as touching the hit it.

39

IV,1,1111

An I cannot, cannot, cannot,
An I cannot, another can.

40

IV,1,1116

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.

41

IV,1,1120

An if my hand be out, then belike your hand is in.

42

IV,1,1124

I fear too much rubbing. Good night, my good owl.

43

V,2,1963

O, I am stabb'd with laughter! Where's her grace?

44

V,2,1965

Prepare, madam, prepare!
Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are
Against your peace: Love doth approach disguised,
Armed in arguments; you'll be surprised:
Muster your wits; stand in your own defence;
Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence.

45

V,2,1973

Under the cool shade of a sycamore
I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour;
When, lo! to interrupt my purposed rest,
Toward that shade I might behold addrest
The king and his companions: warily
I stole into a neighbour thicket by,
And overheard what you shall overhear,
That, by and by, disguised they will be here.
Their herald is a pretty knavish page,
That well by heart hath conn'd his embassage:
Action and accent did they teach him there;
'Thus must thou speak,' and 'thus thy body bear:'
And ever and anon they made a doubt
Presence majestical would put him out,
'For,' quoth the king, 'an angel shalt thou see;
Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.'
The boy replied, 'An angel is not evil;
I should have fear'd her had she been a devil.'
With that, all laugh'd and clapp'd him on the shoulder,
Making the bold wag by their praises bolder:
One rubb'd his elbow thus, and fleer'd and swore
A better speech was never spoke before;
Another, with his finger and his thumb,
Cried, 'Via! we will do't, come what will come;'
The third he caper'd, and cried, 'All goes well;'
The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell.
With that, they all did tumble on the ground,
With such a zealous laughter, so profound,
That in this spleen ridiculous appears,
To cheque their folly, passion's solemn tears.

46

V,2,2004

They do, they do: and are apparell'd thus.
Like Muscovites or Russians, as I guess.
Their purpose is to parle, to court and dance;
And every one his love-feat will advance
Unto his several mistress, which they'll know
By favours several which they did bestow.

47

V,2,2033

Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's heart,
And quite divorce his memory from his part.

48

V,2,2042

The trumpet sounds: be mask'd; the maskers come.
[The Ladies mask]
[Enter Blackamoors with music; MOTH; FERDINAND,]
BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN, in Russian habits,
and masked]

49

V,2,2048

Beauties no richer than rich taffeta.

50

V,2,2054

True; out indeed.

51

V,2,2060

They will not answer to that epithet;
You were best call it 'daughter-beamed eyes.'

52

V,2,2069

What would you with the princess?

53

V,2,2072

Nothing but peace and gentle visitation.

54

V,2,2074

She says, you have it, and you may be gone.

55

V,2,2077

They say, that they have measured many a mile
To tread a measure with you on this grass.

56

V,2,2082

If to come hither you have measured miles,
And many miles, the princess bids you tell
How many inches doth fill up one mile.

57

V,2,2086

She hears herself.

58

V,2,2166

The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen
As is the razor's edge invisible,
Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen,
Above the sense of sense; so sensible
Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings
Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things.

59

V,2,2178

Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths puff'd out.

60

V,2,2199

Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear:
Immediately they will again be here
In their own shapes; for it can never be
They will digest this harsh indignity.

61

V,2,2204

They will, they will, God knows,
And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows:
Therefore change favours; and, when they repair,
Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.

62

V,2,2209

Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their bud;
Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown,
Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.

63

V,2,2222

Ladies, withdraw: the gallants are at hand.

64

V,2,2228

Gone to her tent. Please it your majesty
Command me any service to her thither?

65

V,2,2231

I will; and so will she, I know, my lord.

66

V,2,2410

Full merrily
Hath this brave manage, this career, been run.

67

V,2,2482

You lie, you are not he.

68

V,2,2484

With libbard's head on knee.

69

V,2,2506

Your nose says, no, you are not for it stands too right.

70

V,2,2511

Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Alisander.

71

V,2,2546

To make Judas hang himself.

72

V,2,2552

A cittern-head.

73

V,2,2556

The pommel of Caesar's falchion.

74

V,2,2566

Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go.
And so adieu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost thou stay?

75

V,2,2571

A light for Monsieur Judas! it grows dark, he may stumble.

76

V,2,2578

But is this Hector?

77

V,2,2582

No; he is best endued in the small.

78

V,2,2609

[Aside to DUMAIN] Loves her by the foot,—

79

V,2,2624

Renowned Pompey!

80

V,2,2650

True, and it was enjoined him in Rome for want of
linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he wore none but
a dishclout of Jaquenetta's, and that a' wears next
his heart for a favour.