Love's Labor's Lost (Quarto 1, 1598)
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2035Vpon the next occasion that we meete,
¶Quee. No, to the death we will not moue a foot,
¶Nor to their pend speach render we no grace:
2040But while tis spoke each turne away his face.
¶And quite diuorce his memorie from his part.
¶Quee. Therefore I do it, and I make no doubt,
¶The rest will ere come in, if he be out.
¶To make theirs ours, and ours none but our owne.
¶And they wel mockt depart away with shame.
Sound Trom.
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Enter Black-moores with musicke, the Boy with a
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speach, and the rest of the Lordes disguysed.
¶Berow. Beauties no richer then rich Taffata.
¶backes to mortall viewes.
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The Ladyes turne their backes to him.
¶Berow. Their eyes villaine, their eyes.
¶Pag. That euen turnde their eyes to mortall viewes.
2060Out
¶Boy. True, out in deede.
¶Not to beholde.
¶Berow. Once to beholde, rogue.
2065Page. Once to beholde with your Sunne beamed eyes,
¶With your Sunne beamed eyes.
¶You were best call it Daughter beamed eyes.
¶Pag. They do not marke me, and that bringes me out.
2070Ber. Is this your perfectnes? begon you rogue.
Rosa.
called Loues Labor's lost.
