Love's Labor's Lost (Quarto 1, 1598)
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1485How will he triumph, leape, and laugh at it?
¶For all the wealth that euer I did see,
¶I would not haue him know so much by mee.
¶Ah good my Leidge, I pray thee pardon mee.
1490Good hart, What grace hast thou thus to reproue
¶Your eyes do make no couches in your teares.
¶Youle not be periurde, tis a hatefull thing:
¶But are you not a shamed? nay, are you not
¶All three of you, to be thus much ore'shot?
¶You found his Moth, the King your Moth did see:
¶But I a Beame do finde in each of three.
1500O what a Scaene of foolrie haue I seene,
¶To see great Hercules whipping a Gigge,
1505And profound Sallomon to tune a Iigge.
¶And Crittick Tymon laugh at idle toyes.
¶Where lies thy griefe, o tell me good Dumaine?
¶And gentle Longauill, where lies thy paine?
1510And where my Liedges? all about the brest.
¶ A Caudle hou!
¶Are we betrayed thus to thy ouer-view?
¶Ber. Not you by mee, but I betrayed to you.
¶To breake the vow I am ingaged in.
¶I am betrayed by keeping companie
¶With men like men of inconstancie.
1520Or grone for Ione? or spende a minutes time,
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called Loues Labor's lost.
