Love's Labor's Lost (Quarto 1, 1598)
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¶ Ayre (quoth he) thy cheekes may blow,¶ Ayre would I might triumph so.¶ But alacke my hand is sworne,¶ Nere to plucke thee from thy throne:1450 Vow alacke for youth vnmeete,¶ Do not call it sinne in me,¶ That I am forsworne for thee:¶ Thou for whom Ioue would sweare,1455 Iuno but an Æthiop were,¶ And denie himselfe for Ioue,¶ Turning mortall for thy loue.
1460O would the King, Berowne, and Longauill,
¶Were Louers too, ill to example ill,
¶Would from my forehead wipe a periurde note:
¶For none offende, where all alike do dote.
¶Long. Dumaine thy Loue is farre from charitie,
¶To be ore-hard and taken napping so.
¶You chide at him, offending twice as much.
1470You do not loue Maria? Longauile,
¶Did neuer Sonnet for her sake compile,
¶Nor neuer lay his wreathed armes athwart
¶His louing bosome, to keepe downe his hart.
1475And markt you both, and for you both did blush.
¶Ay mee sayes one! O Ioue the other cryes!
¶One her haires were Golde, Christal the others eyes.
1480You would for Parradise breake Fayth and troth,
¶And Ioue for your Loue would infringe an oth.
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A pleasant conceited Comedie:
