Love's Labor's Lost (Quarto 1, 1598)
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2815To enforce the pained impotent to smile.
¶Berow. To moue wilde laughter in the throate of death?
¶Mirth cannot moue a soule in agonie.
¶Which shallow laughing hearers giue to fooles,
¶Of him that heares it, neuer in the tongue
¶Of him that makes it: then if sickly eares
2825Deaft with the clamours of their owne deare grones,
¶Will heare your idle scornes; continue then,
¶And I will haue you, and that fault withall.
¶But if they will not, throw away that spirrit,
¶And I shall finde you emptie of that fault,
2830Right ioyfull of your reformation.
¶Berow. A tweluemonth? well; befall what will befall,
¶King. No Madame, we will bring you on your way.
2835Berow. Our wooing doth not ende like an olde Play:
¶Might well haue made our sport a Comedie.
¶And then twill ende.
2840Berow. That's too long for a Play.
¶
Enter Braggart.
¶Queen. Was not that Hector?
¶Duma. The worthie Knight of Troy.
¶I am a Votarie; I haue vowde to Iaquenetta
To holde the Plough for her sweete loue three yeere.
¶that the two Learned men haue compiled, in prayse of the
¶Owle and the Cuckow? it should haue followed in the
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called Loues Labor's lost.
