Speeches (Lines) for Don Adriano de Armado
in "Love's Labour's Lost"
Total: 102

1

I,2,310

Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit
grows melancholy?

2

I,2,313

Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing, dear imp.

3

I,2,315

How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my
tender juvenal?

4

I,2,318

Why tough senior? why tough senior?

5

I,2,320

I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton
appertaining to thy young days, which we may...

6

I,2,325

Pretty and apt.

7

I,2,328

Thou pretty, because little.

8

I,2,330

And therefore apt, because quick.

9

I,2,332

In thy condign praise.

10

I,2,334

What, that an eel is ingenious?

11

I,2,336

I do say thou art quick in answers: thou heatest my blood.

12

I,2,338

I love not to be crossed.

13

I,2,340

I have promised to study three years with the duke.

14

I,2,342

Impossible.

15

I,2,344

I am ill at reckoning; it fitteth the spirit of a tapster.

16

I,2,346

I confess both: they are both the varnish of a
complete man.

17

I,2,350

It doth amount to one more than two.

18

I,2,352

True.

19

I,2,358

A most fine figure!

20

I,2,360

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...

21

I,2,370

Most sweet Hercules! More authority, dear boy, name
more; and, sweet my child, let them be men of good...

22

I,2,376

O well-knit Samson! strong-jointed Samson! I do
excel thee in my rapier as much as thou didst me in...

23

I,2,381

Of what complexion?

24

I,2,383

Tell me precisely of what complexion.

25

I,2,385

Is that one of the four complexions?

26

I,2,387

Green indeed is the colour of lovers; but to have a
love of that colour, methinks Samson had small reason...

27

I,2,391

My love is most immaculate white and red.

28

I,2,394

Define, define, well-educated infant.

29

I,2,396

Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty and
pathetical!

30

I,2,408

Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar?

31

I,2,413

I will have that subject newly writ o'er, that I may
example my digression by some mighty precedent....

32

I,2,419

Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love.

33

I,2,421

I say, sing.

34

I,2,429

I do betray myself with blushing. Maid!

35

I,2,431

I will visit thee at the lodge.

36

I,2,433

I know where it is situate.

37

I,2,435

I will tell thee wonders.

38

I,2,437

I love thee.

39

I,2,439

And so, farewell.

40

I,2,443

Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou
be pardoned.

41

I,2,447

Thou shalt be heavily punished.

42

I,2,450

Take away this villain; shut him up.

43

I,2,463

I do affect the very ground, which is base, where
her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which...

44

III,1,765

Warble, child; make passionate my sense of hearing.

45

III,1,768

Sweet air! Go, tenderness of years; take this key,
give enlargement to the swain, bring him festinately...

46

III,1,772

How meanest thou? brawling in French?

47

III,1,788

How hast thou purchased this experience?

48

III,1,790

But O,—but O,—

49

III,1,792

Callest thou my love 'hobby-horse'?

50

III,1,795

Almost I had.

51

III,1,797

By heart and in heart, boy.

52

III,1,799

What wilt thou prove?

53

III,1,806

I am all these three.

54

III,1,809

Fetch hither the swain: he must carry me a letter.

55

III,1,812

Ha, ha! what sayest thou?

56

III,1,815

The way is but short: away!

57

III,1,817

The meaning, pretty ingenious?
Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow?

58

III,1,820

I say lead is slow.

59

III,1,823

Sweet smoke of rhetoric!
He reputes me a cannon; and the bullet, that's he:...

60

III,1,828

A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of grace!
By thy favour, sweet welkin, I must sigh in thy face:...

61

III,1,834

Some enigma, some riddle: come, thy l'envoy; begin.

62

III,1,838

By virtue, thou enforcest laughter; thy silly
thought my spleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes...

63

III,1,844

No, page: it is an epilogue or discourse, to make plain
Some obscure precedence that hath tofore been sain....

64

III,1,851

The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
Were still at odds, being but three.

65

III,1,859

Until the goose came out of door,
Staying the odds by adding four.

66

III,1,867

Come hither, come hither. How did this argument begin?

67

III,1,874

But tell me; how was there a costard broken in a shin?

68

III,1,879

We will talk no more of this matter.

69

III,1,881

Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee.

70

III,1,884

By my sweet soul, I mean setting thee at liberty,
enfreedoming thy person; thou wert immured,...

71

III,1,888

I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance; and,
in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this:...

72

V,1,1767

Chirrah!

73

V,1,1770

Men of peace, well encountered.

74

V,1,1780

[To HOLOFERNES] Monsieur, are you not lettered?

75

V,1,1790

Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterraneum, a sweet
touch, a quick venue of wit! snip, snap, quick and...

76

V,1,1808

Arts-man, preambulate, we will be singled from the
barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the...

77

V,1,1812

At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain.

78

V,1,1814

Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure and
affection to congratulate the princess at her...

79

V,1,1822

Sir, the king is a noble gentleman, and my familiar,
I do assure ye, very good friend: for what is...

80

V,1,1857

Pardon, sir; error: he is not quantity enough for
that Worthy's thumb: he is not so big as the end of his club.

81

V,1,1866

For the rest of the Worthies?—

82

V,1,1869

Shall I tell you a thing?

83

V,1,1871

We will have, if this fadge not, an antique. I
beseech you, follow.

84

V,2,2455

Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy royal
sweet breath as will utter a brace of words.

85

V,2,2461

That is all one, my fair, sweet, honey monarch; for,
I protest, the schoolmaster is exceeding...

86

V,2,2585

The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,
Gave Hector a gift,—

87

V,2,2591

Peace!—
The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty...

88

V,2,2599

Sweet Lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.

89

V,2,2602

The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; sweet chucks,
beat not the bones of the buried: when he breathed,...

90

V,2,2608

I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper.

91

V,2,2611

This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,—

92

V,2,2614

What meanest thou?

93

V,2,2618

Dost thou infamonize me among potentates? thou shalt
die.

94

V,2,2633

By the north pole, I do challenge thee.

95

V,2,2643

Gentlemen and soldiers, pardon me; I will not combat
in my shirt.

96

V,2,2646

Sweet bloods, I both may and will.

97

V,2,2648

The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I go
woolward for penance.

98

V,2,2663

For mine own part, I breathe free breath. I have
seen the day of wrong through the little hole of...

99

V,2,2824

Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,—

100

V,2,2827

I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave. I am
a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the...

101

V,2,2835

Holla! approach.
[Re-enter HOLOFERNES, SIR NATHANIEL, MOTH, COSTARD,]...

102

V,2,2876

The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of
Apollo. You that way: we this way.