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Love’s Labour’s Lost
act i   Scene II.
William Shakespeare
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       The park
       [Enter ARMADO and MOTH, his page.]
       ARMADO
       Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit grows
       melancholy?
       MOTH
       A great sign, sir, that he will look sad.
       ARMADO
       Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing, dear imp.
       MOTH
       No, no; O Lord, sir, no!
       ARMADO
       How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender
       juvenal?
       MOTH
       By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough signior.
       ARMADO
       Why tough signior? Why tough signior?
       MOTH
       Why tender juvenal? Why tender juvenal?
       ARMADO
       I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton
       appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender.
       MOTH
       And I, tough signior, as an appertinent title to your old
       time, which we may name tough.
       ARMADO
       Pretty and apt.
       MOTH
       How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my saying apt? or I apt, and
       my saying pretty?
       ARMADO
       Thou pretty, because little.
       MOTH
       Little pretty, because little. Wherefore apt?
       ARMADO
       And therefore apt, because quick.
       MOTH
       Speak you this in my praise, master?
       ARMADO
       In thy condign praise.
       MOTH
       I will praise an eel with the same praise.
       ARMADO
       That an eel is ingenious?
       MOTH
       That an eel is quick.
       ARMADO
       I do say thou art quick in answers; thou heat'st my blood.
       MOTH
       I am answer'd, sir.
       ARMADO
       I love not to be cross'd.
       MOTH
       [Aside] He speaks the mere contrary: crosses love not him.
       ARMADO
       I have promised to study three years with the Duke.
       MOTH
       You may do it in an hour, sir.
       ARMADO
       Impossible.
       MOTH
       How many is one thrice told?
       ARMADO
       I am ill at reck'ning; it fitteth the spirit of a tapster.
       MOTH
       You are a gentleman and a gamester, sir.
       ARMADO
       I confess both; they are both the varnish of a complete
       man.
       MOTH
       Then I am sure you know how much the gross sum of deuce-ace
       amounts to.
       ARMADO
       It doth amount to one more than two.
       MOTH
       Which the base vulgar do call three.
       ARMADO
       True.
       MOTH
       Why, sir, is this such a piece of study? Now here is three
       studied ere ye'll thrice wink; and how easy it is to put 'years'
       to the word 'three,' and study three years in two words, the
       dancing horse will tell you.
       ARMADO
       A most fine figure!
       MOTH
       [Aside] To prove you a cipher.
       ARMADO
       I will hereupon confess I am in love. And as it is base for
       a soldier to love, so am I in love with a base wench. If drawing
       my sword against the humour of affection would deliver me from
       the reprobate thought of it, I would take Desire prisoner, and
       ransom him to any French courtier for a new-devis'd curtsy. I
       think scorn to sigh; methinks I should out-swear Cupid. Comfort
       me, boy; what great men have been in love?
       MOTH
       Hercules, master.
       ARMADO
       Most sweet Hercules! More authority, dear boy, name more;
       and, sweet my child, let them be men of good repute and carriage.
       MOTH
       Samson, master; he was a man of good carriage, great
       carriage, for he carried the town gates on his back like a
       porter; and he was in love.
       ARMADO
       O well-knit Samson! strong-jointed Samson! I do excel thee
       in my rapier as much as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am in
       love too. Who was Samson's love, my dear Moth?
       MOTH
       A woman, master.
       ARMADO
       Of what complexion?
       MOTH
       Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or one of the
       four.
       ARMADO
       Tell me precisely of what complexion.
       MOTH
       Of the sea-water green, sir.
       ARMADO
       Is that one of the four complexions?
       MOTH
       As I have read, sir; and the best of them too.
       ARMADO
       Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers; but to have a love
       of that colour, methinks Samson had small reason for it. He
       surely affected her for her wit.
       MOTH
       It was so, sir; for she had a green wit.
       ARMADO
       My love is most immaculate white and red.
       MOTH
       Most maculate thoughts, master, are mask'd under such
       colours.
       ARMADO
       Define, define, well-educated infant.
       MOTH
       My father's wit my mother's tongue assist me!
       ARMADO
       Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty, and pathetical!
       MOTH
       If she be made of white and red,
       Her faults will ne'er be known;
       For blushing cheeks by faults are bred,
       And fears by pale white shown.
       Then if she fear, or be to blame,
       By this you shall not know;
       For still her cheeks possess the same
       Which native she doth owe.
       A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of white and red.
       ARMADO
       Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar?
       MOTH
       The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages
       since; but I think now 'tis not to be found; or if it were, it
       would neither serve for the writing nor the tune.
       ARMADO
       I will have that subject newly writ o'er, that I may
       example my digression by some mighty precedent. Boy, I do love
       that country girl that I took in the park with the rational hind
       Costard; she deserves well.
       MOTH
       [Aside] To be whipt; and yet a better love than my master.
       ARMADO
       Sing, boy; my spirit grows heavy in love.
       MOTH
       And that's great marvel, loving a light wench.
       ARMADO
       I say, sing.
       MOTH
       Forbear till this company be past.
       Enter DULL, COSTARD, and JAQUENETTA
       DULL
       Sir, the Duke's pleasure is that you keep Costard safe; and
       you must suffer him to take no delight nor no penance; but 'a
       must fast three days a week. For this damsel, I must keep her at
       the park; she is allow'd for the day-woman. Fare you well.
       ARMADO
       I do betray myself with blushing. Maid!
       JAQUENETTA
       Man!
       ARMADO
       I will visit thee at the lodge.
       JAQUENETTA
       That's hereby.
       ARMADO
       I know where it is situate.
       JAQUENETTA
       Lord, how wise you are!
       ARMADO
       I will tell thee wonders.
       JAQUENETTA
       With that face?
       ARMADO
       I love thee.
       JAQUENETTA
       So I heard you say.
       ARMADO
       And so, farewell.
       JAQUENETTA
       Fair weather after you!
       DULL
       Come, Jaquenetta, away.
       Exit with JAQUENETTA
       ARMADO
       Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou be
       pardoned.
       COSTARD
       Well, sir, I hope when I do it I shall do it on a full
       stomach.
       ARMADO
       Thou shalt be heavily punished.
       COSTARD
       I am more bound to you than your fellows, for they are but
       lightly rewarded.
       ARMADO
       Take away this villain; shut him up.
       MOTH
       Come, you transgressing slave, away.
       COSTARD
       Let me not be pent up, sir; I will fast, being loose.
       MOTH
       No, sir; that were fast, and loose. Thou shalt to prison.
       COSTARD
       Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation that I
       have seen, some shall see.
       MOTH
       What shall some see?
       COSTARD
       Nay, nothing, Master Moth, but what they look upon. It is
       not for prisoners to be too silent in their words, and therefore
       I will say nothing. I thank God I have as little patience as
       another man, and therefore I can be quiet.
       Exeunt MOTH and COSTARD
       ARMADO
       I do affect the very ground, which is base, where her shoe,
       which is baser, guided by her foot, which is basest, doth tread.
       I shall be forsworn- which is a great argument of falsehood- if I
       love. And how can that be true love which is falsely attempted?
       Love is a familiar; Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but
       Love. Yet was Samson so tempted, and he had an excellent
       strength; yet was Solomon so seduced, and he had a very good wit.
       Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club, and therefore
       too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier. The first and second cause
       will not serve my turn; the passado he respects not, the duello
       he regards not; his disgrace is to be called boy, but his glory
       is to subdue men. Adieu, valour; rust, rapier; be still, drum;
       for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Assist me, some
       extemporal god of rhyme, for I am sure I shall turn sonnet.
       Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.
       Exit
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Dramatis Personae.
act i
   Scene I.
   Scene II.
act ii
   Scene I.
act iii
   Scene I.
act iv
   Scene I.
   Scene II.
   Scene III.
act v
   Scene I.
   Scene II.