Love's Labor's Lost (Folio 1, 1623)
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Loues Labour's lost
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¶Her feet were much too dainty for such tread.
¶Kin. But what of this, are we not all in loue?
¶Kin. Then leaue this chat, & good Berown now proue
¶Our louing lawfull, and our fayth not torne.
¶Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the diuell.
¶Ber. O 'tis more then neede.
1640Haue at you then affections men at armes,
1645And abstinence ingenders maladies.
¶And where that you haue vow'd to studie (Lords)
¶In that each of you haue forsworne his Booke.
¶Can you still dreame and pore, and thereon looke.
¶For when would you my Lord, or you, or you,
1650Haue found the ground of studies excellence,
¶Without the beauty of a womans face;
¶From womens eyes this doctrine I deriue,
¶They are the Ground, the Bookes, the Achadems,
¶From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.
¶The nimble spirits in the arteries,
¶As motion and long during action tyres
¶The sinnowy vigour of the trauailer.
¶Now for not looking on a womans face,
¶For where is any Author in the world,
¶Teaches such beauty as a womans eye:
¶Learning is but an adiunct to our selfe,
1665And where we are, our Learning likewise is.
¶With our selues.
¶O we haue made a Vow to studie, Lords,
1670And in that vow we haue forsworne our Bookes:
¶For when would you (my Leege) or you, or you?
¶In leaden contemplation haue found out
¶Such fiery Numbers as the prompting eyes,
¶Of beauties tutors haue inrich'd you with:
1675Other slow Arts intirely keepe the braine:
¶And therefore finding barraine practizers,
¶But Loue first learned in a Ladies eyes,
¶Liues not alone emured in the braine:
1680But with the motion of all elements,
¶And giues to euery power a double power,
¶Aboue their functions and their offices.
¶It addes a precious seeing to the eye:
1685A Louers eyes will gaze an Eagle blinde.
¶Then are the tender hornes of Cockled Snayles.
¶For Valour, is not Loue a Hercules?
¶Still climing trees in the Hesporides.
¶As bright Apollo's Lute, strung with his haire.
1695And when Loue speakes, the voyce of all the Gods,
¶Make heauen drowsie with the harmonie.
¶Neuer durst Poet touch a pen to write,
¶Vntill his Inke were tempred with Loues sighes:
1700And plant in Tyrants milde humilitie.
¶From womens eyes this doctrine I deriue.
¶They are the Bookes, the Arts, the Achademes,
1705Else none at all in ought proues excellent.
¶Or keeping what is sworne, you will proue fooles,
¶Or for Loues sake, a word that loues all men.
¶Or Womens sake, by whom we men are Men.
¶It is religion to be thus forsworne.
1715For Charity it selfe fulfills the Law:
¶And who can seuer loue from Charity.
¶Kin. Saint Cupid then, and Souldiers to the field.
¶Pell, mell, downe with them: but be first aduis'd,
1720In conflict that you get the Sunne of them.
¶Some entertainment for them in their Tents.
¶Then homeward euery man attach the hand
1730For Reuels, Dances, Maskes, and merry houres,
¶Fore-runne faire Loue, strewing her way with flowres.
¶That will be time, and may by vs be fitted.
¶Light Wenches may proue plagues to men forsworne,
Exeunt.
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Actus Quartus.
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Enter the Pedant, Curate and Dull.
¶rillity, witty without affection, audacious without im-
¶pudency, learned without opinion, and strange without
¶nion of the Kings, who is intituled, nominated, or called,
¶Don Adriano de Armatho.
¶Ped. Noui hominum tanquam te, His humour is lofty,
1750ambitious, his gate maiesticall, and his generall behaui-
¶our vaine, ridiculous, and thrasonicall. He is too picked,
¶too spruce, too affected, too odde, as it were, too pere-
¶grinat, as I may call it.
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