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  • Title: Love's Labor's Lost (Quarto 1, 1598)
  • Editor: Timothy Billings

  • Copyright Timothy Billings. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Timothy Billings
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    Love's Labor's Lost (Quarto 1, 1598)

    called Loues Labor's lost.

    a man buy for a remuneration?
    Ber. O what is a remuneration?
    Cost. Marie sir, halfepennie farthing.
    915Ber. O, why then threefarthing worth of Silke.
    Cost. I thanke your worship, God be wy you.
    Ber. O stay slaue, I must employ thee.
    As thou wilt win my fauour, good my knaue,
    Do one thing for me that I shall intreate.
    920Clow. When would you haue it done sir?
    Ber. O this after-noone.
    Clow. Well, I will do it sir: Fare you well.
    Ber. O thou knowest not what it is.
    Clow. I shall know sir when I haue done it.
    925Ber. Why villaine, thou must know first.
    Clow. I will come to your worship to morrow morning.
    Ber. It must be done this after noone,
    Harke slaue, it is but this:
    The Princesse comes to hunt here in the Parke,
    930And in her traine there is a gentle Ladie:
    When tongues speake sweetely, then they name her name,
    And Rosaline they call her, aske for her:
    And to her white hand see thou do commend
    This seald-vp counsaile. Ther's thy guerdon: goe.
    935Clow. Gardon, O sweete gardon, better then remuneratiõ.
    a leuenpence-farthing better: most sweete gardon. I will
    do it sir in print: gardon remuneration.
    Exit.
    Ber. O and I forsoth in loue, I that haue been loues whip?
    A verie Bedell to a humerous sigh, a Crietick, nay a night-
    watch Constable,
    A domineering pedant ore the Boy, then whom no mor-
    tall so magnificent.
    945This wimpled whyning purblind wayward Boy,
    This signior Iunios gyant dwarffe, dan Cupid,
    Regent of Loue-rimes, Lord of folded armes,
    Th'annoynted soueraigne of sighes and groones:
    Liedge of all loyterers and malecontents:
    950Dread Prince of Placcats, King of Codpeeces.
    Sole