Love's Labor's Lost (Folio 1, 1623)
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Loues Labour's lost
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1885on the taber to the Worthies, & let them dance the hey.
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Enter Ladies.
¶If fairings come thus plentifully in.
1890A Lady wal'd about with Diamonds: Look you, what I
¶haue from the louing King.
¶Qu. Nothing but this: yes as much loue in Rime,
¶As would be cram'd vp in a sheet of paper
1895Writ on both sides the leafe, margent and all,
¶That he was faine to seale on Cupids name.
¶Rosa. That was the way to make his god-head wax:
¶For he hath beene fiue thousand yeeres a Boy.
¶word?
¶Kat. A light condition in a beauty darke.
¶Ros. We need more light to finde your meaning out.
1910Therefore Ile darkely end the argument.
¶Kat. So do not you, for you are a light Wench.
¶Ros. Indeed I waigh not you, and therefore light.
¶Ka. You waigh me not, O that's you care not for me.
¶But Rosaline, you haue a Fauour too?
¶Who sent it? and what is it?
¶Ros. I would you knew.
1920And if my face were but as faire as yours,
¶Nay, I haue Verses too, I thanke Berowne,
¶The numbers true, and were the numbring too,
1925I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs.
¶O he hath drawne my picture in his letter.
¶Qu. Any thing like?
1930Kat. Faire as a text B. in a Coppie booke.
¶My red Dominicall, my golden letter.
¶O that your face were full of Oes.
1935But Katherine, what was sent to you
¶From faire Dumaine?
¶Kat. Madame, this Gloue.
¶Kat. Yes Madame: and moreouer,
¶Vildly compiled, profound simplicitie.
¶The Letter is too long by halfe a mile.
¶The Chaine were longer, and the Letter short.
1950That same Berowne ile torture ere I goe.
¶O that I knew he were but in by th'weeke,
¶How I would make him fawne, and begge, and seeke,
¶And spend his prodigall wits in booteles rimes.
¶And make him proud to make me proud that iests.
¶That he shold be my foole, and I his fate.
1960As Wit turn'd foole, follie in Wisedome hatch'd:
¶Hath wisedoms warrant, and the helpe of Schoole,
¶And Wits owne grace to grace a learned Foole?
¶As grauities reuolt to wantons be.
¶As fool'ry in the Wise, when Wit doth dote:
¶Since all the power thereof it doth apply,
¶To proue by Wit, worth in simplicitie.
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Enter Boyet.
1970Qu. Heere comes Boyet, and mirth in his face.
¶Qu. Thy newes Boyet?
¶Boy. Prepare Madame, prepare.
¶Arme Wenches arme, incounters mounted are,
¶Armed in arguments, you'll be surpriz'd.
¶Or hide your heads like Cowards, and flie hence.
¶Qu. Saint Dennis to S. Cupid: What are they,
¶When lo to interrupt my purpos'd rest,
1985The King and his companions: warely
¶I stole into a neighbour thicket by,
¶And ouer-heard, what you shall ouer-heare:
¶That by and by disguis'd they will be heere.
¶Their Herald is a pretty knauish Page:
¶Action and accent did they teach him there.
¶And euer and anon they made a doubt,
¶The Boy reply'd, An Angell is not euill:
¶With that all laugh'd, and clap'd him on the shoulder,
2000Making the bold wagg by their praises bolder.
¶One rub'd his elboe thus, and fleer'd, and swore,
¶Another with his finger and his thumb,
¶Cry'd via, we will doo't, come what will come.
2005The third he caper'd and cried, All goes well.
¶The fourth turn'd on the toe, and downe he fell:
¶With that they all did tumble on the ground,
¶That in this spleene ridiculous appeares,
¶Boy. They do, they do; and are apparel'd thus,
¶Their purpose is to parlee, to court, and dance,
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