Love's Labor's Lost (Quarto 1, 1598)
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¶That he should be my foole, and I his fate.
1960As Wit turnde Foole, follie in Wisedome hatcht:
¶Hath Wisedomes warrant, and the helpe of Schoole,
¶And Wits owne grace to grace a learned Foole.
¶As grauities reuolt to wantons be.
¶As foolrie in the Wise, when Wit doth dote:
¶Since all the power thereof it doth apply,
¶To proue by Wit, worth in simplicitie.
¶
Enter Boyet.
1970Quee. Heere comes Boyet, and myrth is in his face.
¶Quee. Thy newes Boyet?
¶Boy. Prepare Maddame, prepare.
¶Arme Wenches arme, incounters mounted are,
¶Or hide your heades like Cowardes, and flie hence.
¶Quee. Saint Dennis to S. Cupid: What are they,
1985The King and his companions warely,
¶I stole into a neighbour thicket by,
¶And ouer hard, what you shall ouer heare:
¶Their Heralde is a prettie knauish Page:
¶Action and accent did they teach him there.
¶And euer and anon they made a doubt,
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called Loues Labor's lost.
