Love's Labor's Lost (Quarto 1, 1598)
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¶God amende vs, God amende, we are much out a th'way.
1410
Enter Dumaine.
¶Berow. All hid, all hid, an olde infant play,
¶And wretched fooles secrets heedfully ore ey.
1415More Sacks to the myll. O heauens I haue my wysh,
¶Duma. By heauen the woonder in a mortall eye.
¶Duma. Her Amber heires for foule hath amber coted.
¶Ber. An amber colourd Rauen was well noted.
¶Duma. As vpright as the Ceder.
1425Duma. As faire as day.
¶Long. And I had mine.
¶King. And mine too good Lord.
¶Raignes in my blood, and will remembred be.
1435Dum. Once more Ile reade the Odo that I haue writ.
¶Ber. Once more Ile marke how Loue can varrie Wit.
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Dumaine reads his Sonnet.
¶ On a day, alacke the day:¶ Loue, whose Month is euer May:¶ Playing in the wanton aire:¶ Through the Veluet, leaues the wind,¶ That the Louer sicke to death,
Wish
called Loues Labor's lost.
