Speeches (Lines) for Princess of France in "Love's Labour's Lost"
Total: 102
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II,1,497 |
Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise:
Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye,
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues:
I am less proud to hear you tell my worth
Than you much willing to be counted wise
In spending your wit in the praise of mine.
But now to task the tasker: good Boyet,
You are not ignorant, all-telling fame
Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,
Till painful study shall outwear three years,
No woman may approach his silent court:
Therefore to's seemeth it a needful course,
Before we enter his forbidden gates,
To know his pleasure; and in that behalf,
Bold of your worthiness, we single you
As our best-moving fair solicitor.
Tell him, the daughter of the King of France,
On serious business, craving quick dispatch,
Importunes personal conference with his grace:
Haste, signify so much; while we attend,
Like humble-visaged suitors, his high will.
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2 |
II,1,520 |
All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.
[Exit BOYET]
Who are the votaries, my loving lords,
That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke?
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3 |
II,1,525 |
Know you the man?
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4 |
II,1,538 |
Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so?
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5 |
II,1,540 |
Such short-lived wits do wither as they grow.
Who are the rest?
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6 |
II,1,563 |
God bless my ladies! are they all in love,
That every one her own hath garnished
With such bedecking ornaments of praise?
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7 |
II,1,568 |
Now, what admittance, lord?
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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
yours; and welcome to the wide fields too base to be mine.
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9 |
II,1,585 |
I will be welcome, then: conduct me thither.
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10 |
II,1,587 |
Our Lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn.
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11 |
II,1,589 |
Why, will shall break it; will and nothing else.
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12 |
II,1,591 |
Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise,
Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance.
I hear your grace hath sworn out house-keeping:
Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord,
And sin to break it.
But pardon me. I am too sudden-bold:
To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.
Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,
And suddenly resolve me in my suit.
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13 |
II,1,601 |
You will the sooner, that I were away;
For you'll prove perjured if you make me stay.
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14 |
II,1,643 |
You do the king my father too much wrong
And wrong the reputation of your name,
In so unseeming to confess receipt
Of that which hath so faithfully been paid.
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15 |
II,1,650 |
We arrest your word.
Boyet, you can produce acquittances
For such a sum from special officers
Of Charles his father.
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16 |
II,1,669 |
Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace!
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17 |
II,1,713 |
It was well done of you to take him at his word.
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18 |
II,1,725 |
Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree:
This civil war of wits were much better used
On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abused.
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19 |
II,1,731 |
With what?
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20 |
II,1,733 |
Your reason?
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21 |
II,1,750 |
Come to our pavilion: Boyet is disposed.
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22 |
IV,1,972 |
Was that the king, that spurred his horse so hard
Against the steep uprising of the hill?
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23 |
IV,1,975 |
Whoe'er a' was, a' show'd a mounting mind.
Well, lords, to-day we shall have our dispatch:
On Saturday we will return to France.
Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush
That we must stand and play the murderer in?
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24 |
IV,1,982 |
I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,
And thereupon thou speak'st the fairest shoot.
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25 |
IV,1,985 |
What, what? first praise me and again say no?
O short-lived pride! Not fair? alack for woe!
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26 |
IV,1,988 |
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.
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27 |
IV,1,993 |
See see, my beauty will be saved by merit!
O heresy in fair, fit for these days!
A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.
But come, the bow: now mercy goes to kill,
And shooting well is then accounted ill.
Thus will I save my credit in the shoot:
Not wounding, pity would not let me do't;
If wounding, then it was to show my skill,
That more for praise than purpose meant to kill.
And out of question so it is sometimes,
Glory grows guilty of detested crimes,
When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part,
We bend to that the working of the heart;
As I for praise alone now seek to spill
The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no ill.
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28 |
IV,1,1011 |
Only for praise: and praise we may afford
To any lady that subdues a lord.
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29 |
IV,1,1016 |
Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.
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30 |
IV,1,1018 |
The thickest and the tallest.
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31 |
IV,1,1023 |
What's your will, sir? what's your will?
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32 |
IV,1,1025 |
O, thy letter, thy letter! he's a good friend of mine:
Stand aside, good bearer. Boyet, you can carve;
Break up this capon.
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33 |
IV,1,1031 |
We will read it, I swear.
Break the neck of the wax, and every one give ear.
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34 |
IV,1,1069 |
What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter?
What vane? what weathercock? did you ever hear better?
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35 |
IV,1,1072 |
Else your memory is bad, going o'er it erewhile.
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36 |
IV,1,1076 |
Thou fellow, a word:
Who gave thee this letter?
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37 |
IV,1,1079 |
To whom shouldst thou give it?
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38 |
IV,1,1081 |
From which lord to which lady?
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39 |
IV,1,1084 |
Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, away.
[To ROSALINE]
Here, sweet, put up this: 'twill be thine another day.
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40 |
V,2,1881 |
Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart,
If fairings come thus plentifully in:
A lady wall'd about with diamonds!
Look you what I have from the loving king.
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41 |
V,2,1886 |
Nothing but this! yes, as much love in rhyme
As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper,
Writ o' both sides the leaf, margent and all,
That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name.
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42 |
V,2,1909 |
Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd.
But Rosaline, you have a favour too:
Who sent it? and what is it?
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43 |
V,2,1920 |
Any thing like?
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44 |
V,2,1922 |
Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion.
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45 |
V,2,1928 |
But, Katharine, what was sent to you from fair Dumain?
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46 |
V,2,1930 |
Did he not send you twain?
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47 |
V,2,1937 |
I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart
The chain were longer and the letter short?
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48 |
V,2,1940 |
We are wise girls to mock our lovers so.
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49 |
V,2,1951 |
None are so surely caught, when they are catch'd,
As wit turn'd fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd,
Hath wisdom's warrant and the help of school
And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool.
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50 |
V,2,1961 |
Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face.
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51 |
V,2,1964 |
Thy news Boyet?
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52 |
V,2,1971 |
Saint Denis to Saint Cupid! What are they
That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say.
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53 |
V,2,2003 |
But what, but what, come they to visit us?
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54 |
V,2,2010 |
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.
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55 |
V,2,2022 |
The effect of my intent is to cross theirs:
They do it but in mocking merriment;
And mock for mock is only my intent.
Their several counsels they unbosom shall
To loves mistook, and so be mock'd withal
Upon the next occasion that we meet,
With visages displayed, to talk and greet.
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56 |
V,2,2030 |
No, to the death, we will not move a foot;
Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace,
But while 'tis spoke each turn away her face.
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57 |
V,2,2035 |
Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt
The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out
There's no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown,
To make theirs ours and ours none but our own:
So shall we stay, mocking intended game,
And they, well mock'd, depart away with shame.
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58 |
V,2,2129 |
Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is three.
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59 |
V,2,2133 |
Seventh sweet, adieu:
Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you.
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60 |
V,2,2136 |
Let it not be sweet.
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61 |
V,2,2138 |
Gall! bitter.
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62 |
V,2,2175 |
Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovits.
[Exeunt FERDINAND, Lords, and Blackamoors]
Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at?
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63 |
V,2,2180 |
O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout!
Will they not, think you, hang themselves tonight?
Or ever, but in vizards, show their faces?
This pert Biron was out of countenance quite.
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64 |
V,2,2186 |
Biron did swear himself out of all suit.
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65 |
V,2,2191 |
Qualm, perhaps.
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66 |
V,2,2193 |
Go, sickness as thou art!
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67 |
V,2,2196 |
And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me.
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68 |
V,2,2203 |
Will they return?
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69 |
V,2,2208 |
How blow? how blow? speak to be understood.
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70 |
V,2,2212 |
Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do,
If they return in their own shapes to woo?
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71 |
V,2,2223 |
Whip to our tents, as roes run o'er land.
[Exeunt PRINCESS, ROSALINE, KATHARINE, and MARIA]
[Re-enter FERDINAND, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN,]
in their proper habits]
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72 |
V,2,2260 |
'Fair' in 'all hail' is foul, as I conceive.
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73 |
V,2,2262 |
Then wish me better; I will give you leave.
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74 |
V,2,2265 |
This field shall hold me; and so hold your vow:
Nor God, nor I, delights in perjured men.
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75 |
V,2,2269 |
You nickname virtue; vice you should have spoke;
For virtue's office never breaks men's troth.
Now by my maiden honour, yet as pure
As the unsullied lily, I protest,
A world of torments though I should endure,
I would not yield to be your house's guest;
So much I hate a breaking cause to be
Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity.
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76 |
V,2,2279 |
Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear;
We have had pastimes here and pleasant game:
A mess of Russians left us but of late.
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77 |
V,2,2283 |
Ay, in truth, my lord;
Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state.
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78 |
V,2,2313 |
Amazed, my lord? why looks your highness sad?
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79 |
V,2,2347 |
No, they are free that gave these tokens to us.
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80 |
V,2,2356 |
The fairest is confession.
Were not you here but even now disguised?
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81 |
V,2,2359 |
And were you well advised?
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82 |
V,2,2361 |
When you then were here,
What did you whisper in your lady's ear?
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83 |
V,2,2364 |
When she shall challenge this, you will reject her.
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84 |
V,2,2366 |
Peace, peace! forbear:
Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear.
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85 |
V,2,2369 |
I will: and therefore keep it. Rosaline,
What did the Russian whisper in your ear?
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86 |
V,2,2375 |
God give thee joy of him! the noble lord
Most honourably doth unhold his word.
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87 |
V,2,2383 |
Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear;
And Lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear.
What, will you have me, or your pearl again?
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88 |
V,2,2447 |
Nay, my good lord, let me o'errule you now:
That sport best pleases that doth least know how:
Where zeal strives to content, and the contents
Dies in the zeal of that which it presents:
Their form confounded makes most form in mirth,
When great things labouring perish in their birth.
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89 |
V,2,2458 |
Doth this man serve God?
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90 |
V,2,2460 |
He speaks not like a man of God's making.
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91 |
V,2,2496 |
Great thanks, great Pompey.
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92 |
V,2,2508 |
The conqueror is dismay'd. Proceed, good Alexander.
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93 |
V,2,2573 |
Alas, poor Maccabaeus, how hath he been baited!
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94 |
V,2,2607 |
Speak, brave Hector: we are much delighted.
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95 |
V,2,2656 |
Welcome, Mercade;
But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.
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96 |
V,2,2660 |
Dead, for my life!
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97 |
V,2,2668 |
Boyet, prepare; I will away tonight.
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98 |
V,2,2670 |
Prepare, I say. I thank you, gracious lords,
For all your fair endeavors; and entreat,
Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe
In your rich wisdom to excuse or hide
The liberal opposition of our spirits,
If over-boldly we have borne ourselves
In the converse of breath: your gentleness
Was guilty of it. Farewell worthy lord!
A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue:
Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks
For my great suit so easily obtain'd.
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99 |
V,2,2717 |
We have received your letters full of love;
Your favours, the ambassadors of love;
And, in our maiden council, rated them
At courtship, pleasant jest and courtesy,
As bombast and as lining to the time:
But more devout than this in our respects
Have we not been; and therefore met your loves
In their own fashion, like a merriment.
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100 |
V,2,2730 |
A time, methinks, too short
To make a world-without-end bargain in.
No, no, my lord, your grace is perjured much,
Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this:
If for my love, as there is no such cause,
You will do aught, this shall you do for me:
Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed
To some forlorn and naked hermitage,
Remote from all the pleasures of the world;
There stay until the twelve celestial signs
Have brought about the annual reckoning.
If this austere insociable life
Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weeds
Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,
But that it bear this trial and last love;
Then, at the expiration of the year,
Come challenge me, challenge me by these deserts,
And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine
I will be thine; and till that instant shut
My woeful self up in a mourning house,
Raining the tears of lamentation
For the remembrance of my father's death.
If this thou do deny, let our hands part,
Neither entitled in the other's heart.
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101 |
V,2,2815 |
[To FERDINAND] Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave.
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102 |
V,2,2825 |
Was not that Hector?
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