Love's Labor's Lost (Quarto 1, 1598)
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¶Arma. True.
Boy. Why sir is this such a peece of studie? Now heere is
¶put yeeres to the worde three, and studie three yeeres in two
360wordes, the dauncing Horse will tell you.
¶Boy. To proue you a Cypher.
365If drawing my Sword against the humor of affection, would
¶deliuer me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take
370men haue bin in loue?
¶name more; and sweete my childe let them be men of good
375repute and carriage.
¶great carriage: for he carried the Towne-gates on his backe
¶like a Porter: and he was in loue.
380thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst me in carying gates.
¶I am in loue too. Who was Sampsons loue my deare Moth?
¶Arm. Of what complexion?
385Boy. Of all the foure, or the three, or the two, or one of
¶the foure.
¶Arm. Is that one of the foure complexions?
¶Arm. Greene in deede is the colour of Louers: but to
Arm.
called Loues Labor's lost.
