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A pleasant conceited comedie called, Loues labors lost As it vvas presented before her Highnes this last Christmas. Newly corrected and augmented by W. Shakespere.; Love's labour's lost
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Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
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read sir and the best of them too Arm. Greene in deede is the colour of Louers but to haue a loue of that colour mee thinkes Sampson had small reason for it He surely affected her for her wit Boy It was so sir for she had a greene wit Arm. My loue is most immaculate white and red Boy Most maculate thoughts Maister are maskt vnder such colours Ar. Define define well educated infant Boy My fathers wit and my mothers tongue assist me Ar. Sweet inuocation of a child most pretty pathetical Boy Yf she be made of white and red Her faultes will nere be knowne For blush-in cheekes by faultes are bred And feares by pale white showne Then if she feare or be to blame By this you shall not know Eor still her cheekeâ— possesse the same Which natiue she doth owe A dangerous rime maister against the reason of white red Ar. Is there not a Ballet Boy of the King the Begger Boy The worlde was very guiltie of such a Ballet some three ages since but I thinke now t is not to be found or if it were it would neither serue for the writing nor the tune Ar. I will haue that subiect newly writ ore that I may example my digression by some mightie presedent Boy I do loue that Countrey girle that I tooke in the Parke with the rational hinde Costard she deserues well Boy To be whipt and yet a better loue then my maister Ar. Sing Boy My spirit growes heauie in loue Boy And that 's great maruaile louing a light Wench Ar. I say sing Boy Forbeare till this companie be past Enter Clowne Constable and Wench Constab Sir the Dukes pleasure is that you keepe Costard safe and you must suffer him to take no delight nor no penance but a'must fast three dayes a weeke for this Damsell I must keepe her at the Parke she is alowde for the Day womand Fare you well Ar. I do betray my selfe with blushing Maide Maide Mâ—n Ar. I will visit thee at the Lodge Maid That 's hereby Ar. I know where it is situate Ma. Lord how wise you are Ar. I will tell thee wonders Ma. With that face Ar. I loue thee Ma. So I heard you say Ar. And so farewell Ma. Faire weather after you Clo. Come Iaquenetta away Exeunt Ar. Villaine thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou be pardoned Clo. Well sir I hope when I do it I shall do it on a full stomacke Ar. Thou shalt be heauely punished Clo. I am more bound to you then your fellowes for they are but lightly rewarded Ar. Take away this villaine shut him vp Boy Come you transgressing slaue away Clo. Let me not be pent vp sir I will fast being loose Boy No sir that were fast and loose thou shalt to prison Clo. Well if euer I do see the merry dayes of desolation that I haue seene some shall see Boy What shall some see Clo. Nay nothing M. Moth but what they looke vppon It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their wordes and therfore I will say nothing I thanke God I haue as litle patience as an other man therfore I can be quiet Exit Arm. I do affect the verie ground which is base where her shoo which is baser guided by her foote which is basest doth tread I shall be forsworne which is a great argument of falsehood if I loue And how can that be true loue which is falsely attempted Loue is a familiar Loue is a Diuell There is no euill angel but Loue yet was Sampson so tempted and he had an excellent strength Yet was Salomon so seduced and he had a very good wit Cupids But shaft is too hard for Hercules Clubb and therefore too much oddes for a Spaniards Rapier The first and second cause will not serue my turne the Passado he respects not the Duella he regards not his disgrace is to be called Boy but his glorie is to subdue men Adue Valoure rust Rapier be still Drum for your manager is in loue yea he loueth Assist me some extemporall God of Rime for I am sure I shall turne Sonnet Deuise Wit write Pen for I am for whole volumes in folio Exit Enter the Princesse of Fraunce with three attending Ladies and three Lordes Boyet Now Maddame summon vp your dearest spirrits Cosider who the King your father sendes To whom he sendes and what 's his Embassie Your selfe helde precious in the worldes esteeme To parlee with the sole inheritoure Of all perfections that a man may owe Matchles Nauar the plea of no lesse weight Then Aquitaine a Dowrie for a Queene Be now as prodigall of all Deare grace As Nature was in making Graces deare When she did starue the generall world beside And prodigally gaue them all to you Queene Good L. Boyet my beautie though but meane Needes not the painted florish of your prayse Beautie is bought by iudgement of the eye Not vttred by base sale of chapmens tongues I am lesse proude to heare you tell my worth Then you much willing to be counted wise In spending your Wit in the prayse of mine But now to taske the tasker good Boyet You are not ignorant all telling fame Doth noyse abroad Nauar hath made a Vow Till painefull studie shall outweare three yeeres No Woman may approch his silent Court Therefore to 's seemeth it a needfull course Before we enter his forbidden gates To know his pleasure and in that behalfe Bold of your worthines we single you As our best mouing faire soliciter Tell him the Daughter of the King of France On serious busines crauing quicke dispatch Importuous personall conference with his grace Haste signifie so much while we attende Like humble visage Suters his high will Boy Proud of imployment willingly I go Exit Boy Prince All pride is willing pride and yours is sâ—t Who are the Votaries my louing Lordes that are vowfellowes with this vertuous Duke Lor. Longauill is one Princ. Know you the man 1. Lady I know him Maddame at a marriage feast Betweene L. Perigort and the bewtious heire Of Iaques Fauconbridge solemnized In Normandie saw I this Longauill A man of soueraigne peerelsle he is esteemd Well fitted in artes glorious in armes Nothing becoms him ill that he would well The onely soyle of his fayre vertues glose If vertues glose will staine with any soyle Is a sharpe Wit matcht with too blunt a Will Whose edge hath power to cut whose will still wils It should none spare that come within his power Prin. Some merrie mocking Lord belike i st so Lad. They say so most that most his humors know Prin. Such short liued wits do wither as they grow Who are the rest 2. Lad. The young Dumaine a well accomplisht youth Of all that Vertue loue for Vertue loued Most power to do most harme least knowing ill For he hath wit to make an ill shape good And shape to win grace though he had no wit I saw him at