Love's Labor's Lost (Quarto 1, 1598)
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Eeter Braggart.
¶Ber. Hide thy head Achilles, here comes Hector in Armes.
2590Duma. Though my mockes come home by me, I will
¶now be merrie.
¶Boyet. But is this Hector?
2595Long. His Legge is too bigge for Hectors.
¶Duman. More Calfe certaine.
¶Bero. This cannot be Hector.
¶Duma. Hee's a God or a Painter: for he makes faces.
2600Braggart. The Armipotent Mars , of Launces the almightie,
¶gaue Hector a gift.
¶Duma. A gift Nutmegg.
¶Bero. A Lemmon.
¶Long. Stucke with Cloues.
2605Dum. No clouen.
¶Brag. Peace. The Armipotent Mars, of Launces the almighty,
¶Gaue Hector a gift, the heir of Illion,
¶A man so breathed, that certaine he would fight; yea,
¶From morne till night out of his Pauilion.
2610I am that Flower.
¶Dum. That Mint.
¶Long. That Cullambine.
¶Brag. Sweete Lord Longauill raine thy tongue.
2615Hector.
¶Dum. I and Hector's a Greyhound.
¶Sweete chucks beat not the bones of the buried:
2618.1When he breathed he was a man:
2620on me the sence of hearing.
¶
Berowne steps foorth.
¶Quee. Speake braue Hector, we are much delighted.
Boyet
called Loues Labor's lost.
