Loves Labours Lost by William Shakespeare ~ Full Audiobook
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Enter Ferdinand, King of Navarre, Baroon, Longerville, and Domaine. Let fame that all hunt after in their lives live registered upon our brazen tombs, and then grace us in the disgrace of death.

when spite of cormorant devouring time the endeavour of this present breath may buy that honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge and make us heirs of all eternity therefore brave conquerors for so you are that war against your own affections and the huge army of the world's desires

our late edict shall strongly stand in force navarre shall be the wonder of the world our court shall be a little academe

still and contemplative in living art you three biroun demeyne and longueville have sworn for three years term to live with me my fellow scholars and to keep those statutes that are recorded in this schedule here your oaths are passed

And now subscribe your names, that his own hand may strike his honor down, that violates the smallest branch herein. If you are armed to do as sworn to do, subscribe to your deep oaths, and keep it too.

I am resolved, this but a three years fast. The mind shall banquet, though the body pine. Fat paunches have lean pates, And dainty bits make rich the ribs, But bankrupt quite the wits. My loving lord, Domaine is mortified. The grosser manner of this world's delights He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves.

To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die With all these things living in philosophy.

I can but say their protestation over so much deluge I have already sworn, that is, to live and study here three years. But there are other strict observances, as not to see a woman in that term, which I hope well is not enrolled there, and one day in a week to touch no food and but one meal on every day beside, the which I hope is not enrolled there.

and then to sleep but three hours in the night, and not be seen to wink of all the day, when I was wont to think no harm all night, and make a dark night too of half the day, which I hope well is not enrolled there. Oh, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep, not to see ladies, study fast, not sleep. Your oath is passed to pass away from these.

let me say no my liege and if you please i only swore to study with your grace and stay here in your court for three years space you swore to that baroon and to the rest by yea and nay sir then i swore in jest what is the end of study let me know

Why, that to know which else we should not know. Things hidden barred, you mean, from common sense? Ay, that is study's godlike recompense. Come on, then. I will swear to study so, to know the thing I am forbid to know, as thus. To study where I well may die, when I to this expressly am forbid.

or study where to meet some mistress fine when mistresses from common sense are hid or having sworn too hard a keeping oath study to break it and not break my troth if studies gain be thus and this be so study knows that which yet it doth not know swear me to this and i will ne'er say no

These be the stops that hinder study quite, and train our intellects to vain delight. Why, all delights are vain. But that most vain which with pain purchased doth inherit pain, as painfully to pour upon a book to seek the light of truth, while truth the while doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look.

light seeking light doth light of light beguile so ere you find where light in darkness lies your light grows dark by losing of your eyes study me how to please the eye indeed by fixing it upon a fairer eye who dazzling so that eye shall be his heed and give him light that it was blinded by

"'Study is like the heaven's glorious sun "'that will not be deep-searched with saucy looks. "'Small have continual plotters ever won "'save base authority for mother's books. "'These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights "'that give a name to every fixed star "'have no more profit of their shining nights "'than those that walk and want not what they are. "'Too much to know is to know naught but fame, "'and every godfather can give a name.'"

How well he's read to reason against reading. Proceeded well to stop all good proceeding. He weeds the corn and still lets grow the weeding. The spring is near when green geese are a-breeding. How follows that? Fit in his place and time.

in reason nothing something then in rhyme buroon is like an envious snipping frost that bites the first-born infants of the spring where say i am why should proud summer boast before the birds of any cause to sing why should i joy in any abortive birth at christmas i no more desire a rose than wish a snow in may's new-fangled shows

but like of each thing that in season grows so you to study now it is too late climb o'er the house to unlock the little gate well sit you out home no my good lord i have sworn to stay with you and though i have for barbarism spoke more than for that angel knowledge you can say yet confident i'll keep what i have swore and bide the penance of each three years day

Give you the paper, let me read the same, and to the strictest decrees I'll write my name. How well this yielding rescues thee from shame. Berun reads.

Item that no woman shall come within a mile of my court. Hath this been proclaimed? Four days ago. Let's see the penalty. Reads. On pain of losing her tongue. Who devised this penalty? Mary, that did I. Sweet lord, and why? To fright them hence with that dread penalty. A dangerous law against gentility. Reads. Item.

if any man be seen to talk with a woman within the term of three years he shall endure such public shame as the rest of the court can possibly devise this article my viz yourself must break for well you know here comes in embassy the french king's daughter with yourself to speak a maid of grace and complete majesty about surrender up of aquitaine to her decrepit second bed-rid father

therefore this article is made in vain or vainly comes the admired princess hither what say you lord why this was quite forgot so study evermore is overshot while it doth study to have what it would it doth forget to do the thing it should and when it hath the thing it hunteth most tis one as towns with fire so won so lost

We must have forced dispense with this decree. She must lie here on mere necessity. Necessity will make us all forsworn three thousand times within this three years' space. For every man with his effects is born, not by might mastered, but by special grace. If I break faith, this word shall speak for me. I am forsworn on mere necessity. Spare.

So to the laws at large I write my name. Subscribes. And he that breaks them in the least degree stands in a tainter of eternal shame. Suggestions are to others to be. But I believe, although I seem so loth, I am the last that will ask he pis of. But is there no quick recreation granted? Ay, that there is. Our court, you know, is haunted with a refined traveller of Spain. A man in all...

the world's new fashion planted, that hath a mint of phrases in his brain, one whom the music of his own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting harmony, a man of compliments, whom right and wrong have chose as umpire of their mutiny, this child of fancy that our mono-height for interim to our studies shall relate, in high

Armado is a most illustrious wight, a man of fire-new-words fashion's own knight.

Costert is vain, and he shall be our sport, and so to study three years is but short. Enter Dole with a letter, and Costard. Which is the Duke's own person? This fellow, what wouldst? I myself reprehend his own person, for I am his gracious Tharvara, but I would see his own person in flesh and blood. This is he? Signior Arma, Arma, commends you.

"'There's villainy abroad. This letter will tell you more.' "'Sir, the contempt thereof are as touchingly.' "'A letter from the magnificent Armado!' "'Hallow so'er the matter I hope in God for high words.' "'A high hope for a low heaven! God grant us patience.' "'To hear or forbear laughing?' "'To hear meekly, sir, and to laugh moderately, or to forbear both.'

well sir be it as the stile shall give us cause to climb in the merriness the matter is to me sir as concerning jackanetta the manner of it is i was taken with the manor in what manner in manner and form following sir all those three i was seen with her in the manor house

sitting with her upon the form and taken following her into the park which put together is in manner and form following

Now, sir, for the manner, it is the manner of a man to speak to a woman for the form, in some form. For the following, sir? As it shall follow in my correction, and God defend the right. Will you hear this letter with attention? As we would hear an oracle. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after the flesh, King reads. Yes.

Great deputy, the Welkin's vice-regent and sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's earth's god and body's fostering patron. Not a word of Gustard yet. So it is. It may be so, but if he say it is so, he is in telling true but so. Peace. Peace to me and every man that dares not fight.

No words. Of other man's secrets I beseech you. King reads. So it is, beseeched with sable-coloured melancholy, I did commend the black oppressing humour to the most wholesome physic of thy health-giving air, and as I am most a gentleman betook myself to walk.

the time when about the sixth hour when beasts most graze birds best peck and men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper so much for the time then now for the ground which which i mean i walked upon it is eclep'ted thy park then for the place where where i mean i did encounter that obscene and most preposterous event

that draweth from my snow-white pin the ebon-coloured ink which here thou viewest beholdest surveyest or seest but to the place where it standeth north-north-east and by east from west corner of thy curious knotted garden there did i see that low-spirited swain that base minnow

of thy mirth me that unlettered small knowing soul me that shallow vessel still me which as i remember height costard oh me sorted and consorted contrary to thy established proclaimed edict and continent cadon

which with oh with but with this passion to say wherewith he with a wench with a child of our grandmother eve a female or for thy more sweet understanding a woman him i as my ever esteem'd duty pricks me on

have sent to thee to receive the meed of punishment by thy sweet grace's officer anthony dull a man of good repute

carriage bearing an estimation me and it shall please you i am anthony doll for draconetta so is the weaker vessel called which i apprehended with the aforesaid swain i keep her as a vessel of thy law's fury

and shall at the least of thy sweet notice bring her to trial thine in all compliments of devoted and heart-burning heat of duty don adriano di

this is not so well as i look for but the best that ever i heard sir i the best for the worst but sirrah what say you to this sir i confess the wench did you hear the proclamation

I do confess much of the hearing it, but little of the marking of it. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment to be taken with a winch. I was taken with none, sir. I was taken with a damsel. Well, it was proclaimed a damsel. This was no damsel neither, sir. She was a virgin.

It is so very true, for it was proclaimed virgin. If it were, I deny her virginity. I was taken with a maid. This maid will not serve your turn, sir. This maid will serve my turn, sir. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence. You shall fast a week with bran and water.

i had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge and don amaro shall be your keeper my lord berune see him delivered o'er and go we lords to

in practice that which we two other hath so strongly sworn exeunt king longueville and dumain i'll name by head twenty good men's hat these oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn

"'Sirrah, come on.' "'I suffer for the truth, sir, for true it is. "'I was taken with Jaconetta, and Jaconetta is a true girl, "'and therefore welcome the sour cup of prosperity. "'Affliction may one day smile again, until then. "'Sit thee down, sorrow.' "'Exeunt. Scene 2. The same. "'Enter Amado and Moat.'

Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit grows melancholy? A great sign, sir, that he will look sad. Why, sadness is one and the same thing, dear imp. No, no, Lord, sir, no. How counts thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender juvenile? By a

I have familiar demonstration of the working, my tough senior. Why tough senior? Why tough senior? Why tender juvenile? Why tender juvenile? I spoke it, tender juvenile, as a congruent and pisiton appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender. And I...

And I, tough senior, as in a pertinent title to your old time, which we may name tough. Ha, ha, ha, pretty and apt. How mean you, sir? I pretty and my saying apt? Or I apt and my saying pretty? Thou pretty because little.

All pretty because little, wherefore apt. And therefore apt because quick. Speak ye this in my praise, master? In thy condign praise. I will praise an eel with the same praise. What, that an eel is ingenious? That an eel is quick. I do say thou art quick in answers. Thou heatest my blood. I am answered, sir.

I love not to be crossed. He speaks the mere contrary. Cross is love, not him.

I have promised to study three years with the Duke. You may do it in an hour, sir. Impossible. How many is one thrice told? I am ill at reckoning. It fitteth the spirit of a tapster. You are a gentleman and a gamester, sir. I confess both. They are both the varnish of a complete man. Then I am sure you know how much the gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.

It doth amount to one more than two. Which the base vulgar do call three. True. 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. A most fine figure. To prove you a cipher.

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-devised courtesy i think scorn to sigh nay things i should out-swear cupid comfort me boy

What great men have been in love? Hercules, master. Most sweet Hercules! More authority, dear boy! Name more! And sweet my child, let thou be man of good repute and carriage. 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. Oh, well knit, Samson! Strong jointed, Samson!

i do excel thee in my rapier as much as i did me on carrying gates i am in love too who was samson's love my dear maud a woman master of what complexion of all the four or the three or the two

Tell me precisely of what complexion. Is that one of the four complexions? Green indeed is the colour of lovers, but to have a love of that colour may think Samson had small reason for it. He surely affected her for her wit. My lord.

is most immaculate white and red most immaculate thoughts master are masked under such colours define define well-educated infant my father

father's wit and my mother's tongue assist me sweet invocation of our child most pretty and pathetical if she be made of white and red her faults will never 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 is there not a ballad boy of the king and the beggar the world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since

think now it is not to be found or if it were it would neither serve for the writing nor the tune i will have that subject newly retore 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-costert. She deserves well. Moat aside. To be whipped, and yet a better love than my master. Sing, boy, my spirit grows heavy in love.

That's a great marvel, loving a light wench. I say, sing! Forbear till this company be passed. Enter Dole, Costard, and Jeconetta. 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 allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well.

I do betray myself with blushing, maid. Man. I will visit thee at thy lodge. That's hereby. I know where it is situate. Lord, how wise you are. I will tell thee wonders. With that price. I love thee. So I heard you say. And so

Farewell. Fareweather after you. Come, Jaconetta, away. Exxon. Dull and Jaconetta. Villain. Thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou be pardoned.

Well, sir, I hope when I do it, I shall do it in a full stomach. Thou shalt be heavily punished. I am more bound to you than your fellows, for they are but lightly rewarded. Take away this villain. Shut him up. Come, you transgressing slave, away. Let me not be pent up, sir. I will fast being loose.

now sir that with fast and news thou shalt imprison well if ever i do see the merry days of desolation that i have seen some shall see what shall some see nay nothing master moat but what they look upon

it is not for prisoners to be too silent in their words therefore i will say nothing i thank god i have as little patience as another man therefore i can be quiet exeunt moat and custard i do affect the very ground which is base where her shoe which is baser guided by her foot which is basest doth trait i shall be forsworn which is a great argument of foxwood 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's club and therefore too much for a spaniard's rapier the first and second cause will not serve my turn

the posado he respects not the duello he regards not his disgrace is to be called boy but his glory is to subdue men adieu valor rust rapier be still drum for your manager is in love yea he loveth assist me some extempore god of rhyme for i am sure i shall turn sonnet devise wit write pen

for I am for whole volumes in folio. Exit. End of Act 1.

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Now, madame, summon up your dearest spirits.

consider who the king your father sends to whom he sends and what his embassy yourself held precious in the world's esteem to parley with the sole inheritor of all perfections that a man may owe machlis navarre the plea of noblesse weighs an acrid dane a dowry for a queen

Be now as prodigal of all dear graces nature was in making graces dear, when she did starve the general world this sights, and prodigally gave them all to you. Good Lord Briette, my beauty, so but mean, needs not the painted flourish of your praise. Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, not uttered by base sale of Chapman's tongues.

I am less proud to hear you tell my worth than you, much willing to be counted wise in spending your wit in the praise of mine.

but now to task the tasker good boyet you are not ignorant all telling fame doth noise abroad nevaar hath made a vow till painful study shall outwear three years no woman may approach his silent court zarephors too seemeth it a needful course before we enter his forbidden gates

to know his pleasure, and in that behalf, bold of your worthiness, we single you as our best moving fair solicitor. Tell him, the daughter of the King of France, on serious business, craving quick dispatch, importunes personal conference with his grace. Haste signify so much, while we attend, like humble visage suitors, his high will. Pr.

proud of employment willingly i go all pride is willing pride and yours is so exit boyette who are the votaries my loving lords setterfow fellows with this virtuous duke lord longueville is one know you the man

i know him madam at a marriage feast between lord perricot and the beauteous heir of jacques of alcombridge solomonized in normandy so is this longueville a man of sovereign parts he is esteemed well fitted in arts glorious in arms nothing becomes him ill that he would well

the only soil of his fair virtuous gloss a virtuous gloss will stain with any soil is a sharp wheat match it with two plants they will

whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills. It should none spare that come within his power. Some merry mocking lord be like. Is it so? They say so most that most his humours know. Such short-lived wheats do wither as they grow. Who are's he rest? The young Dumain, a well-accomplished youth, of all that virtue love for virtue loved.

most power to do most harm 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 the duke alonsoll's once and much too little of that good i saw is my report to his great worthiness another of these students at that time was there with him if i have heard the truth biroun they call him but a merrier man within the limit of becoming mirth i never spent an hour's talk withal his eye begets occasion for his wit

for every object that the one does catch the other turns to a mirth-moving jest which his fair tongue conceits expositor delivers in such apt and gracious words that aged ears play truant at his tales and younger hearings are quite ravished so sweet and voluble is his discourse god bless my ladies are they all in love

that every one her own hath garnished with such bedecking ornaments of praise here comes a boyette re-enter boyette now what admittance lord nevaar had notice of your fair approach and his competitors in oath were all addressed to me to gentle lady before i came mary thus much i have learned

He rather means to lodge you in the field, like one that comes here to besiege his court, than seek a dispensation for his oath to let you enter his unbuilt house. Here comes Navarre. Enter King, Longerville, Domaine, Baroon, and attendants. Fair princess, welcome to the court of Navarre.

Fair, I give you back again, and welcome I have not yet. The roof of this court is too high to be yours, and welcome to the wide fields too base to be mine. You shall be welcome, madame, to my court. I will be welcome then. Conduct me thither. Hear me, dear lady, I have sworn an oath.

Our lady help my lord, he'll be forsworn. Not for the world fair, madam, by my will. Why, weel shall it break, weel and nothing else. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. I hear your grace hath sworn out housekeeping. Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord, and sin to break it.

But pardon me, I am too sudden bold to teach a teacher ill beseemeth me. Vouch safe to read the purpose of my coming, and suddenly resolve me in my suit. Madame, I will, if suddenly I may. You will the sooner that I were away, for you'll prove perjured if you make me stay.

Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? I know you did.

How needless was it then to ask the question? You must not be so quick. 'Tis long of you that spur me with such questions. Your wit's too hot; it speeds too fast, twill tire. Not till it leave the rider in the mile. What time o' day? The hour that fools should ask. Now, fair bethal your mask. Fair fall the face it covers. And send you many lovers.

so you be none if then i will be gone madam your father here doth intimate the payment of a hundred thousand crowns being but the one half of an entire sum dispersed by my father in his wars

but say that he or we as neither have received that sum yet there remains unpaid a hundred thousand more in surety of the which one part of aquitaine is bound to us although not valued to the money's worth

if then the king your father will restore but that one half which is unsatisfied we will give up our right in aquitaine and hold fair friendship with his majesty but that it seem he little purposeth for here he doth demand to have repaid a hundred thousand crowns and not demands

on payment of a hundred thousand crowns to have his title live in aquitaine which we much rather had deport withal and have the money by our father lent than aquitaine so gelded as it is dear princess

were not his request so far from reasons yielding your fair self should make a yielding gain't some reason in my breast

and go well satisfied to france again you do the king my father too much wrong and wrongs the reputation of your name in so unseeming to confess receipt of that which hath so faithfully been paid i do protest i never heard of it

and if you prove it i'll repay it back or yield up aquitaine we rest your word for yet you can produce acquittances for such a sum from special offers of charles his father satisfy me so so please your grace the packet is not come where that and other specialties are bound

"'Tomorrow you shall have a sight of them.' "'It shall suffice me, at which interview, "'all liberal reason I will yield unto. "'Meantime, receive such welcome at my hand, "'as honour, without breach of honour, "'may make tender of to thy true worthiness.'

you may not come fair princess in my gates but here without you shall be so received as you shall deem yourself lodged

in my heart though so denied fair harbor in my house your own good thoughts excuse me and farewell tomorrow shall we visit you again sweet health and fair desires consort your race thy own wish wish i thee in every place

Exit. Lady, I will commend you to mine own heart. Pray you, do my commendations. I would be glad to see it. I would you heard it groan. Is the fool sick? Sick at the heart. Alack, let it blood. Would that do it good? My physic says aye. Will you pricked with your eye? No point. With my knife.

now god save thy life and yours from long living i cannot stay thanksgiving retiring sir i pray you a word what lady is that same the air of alencon gathering her name a gallant lady monsieur fare you well exit i beseech you a word

what is she in the white a woman sometimes and you saw her in the light perchance light in the light i desire her name she hath but one for herself to desire that were a shame pray you sir whose daughter her mother's i have heard god's blessing on your beard

good sir be not offended she is an heir of falconbridge falcon may my cholera is ended she is a most sweet lady not unlike sir that may be exit longueville what's her name in the cap rosaline by good hap is she wedded or no to her will sir or so you are welcome sir adieu

Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you. Exit Beroun. That last is Beroun, the merry madcap lord. Not a word with him but a jest. And every jest but a word. It was well done of you to take him at his word. I was as willing to grapple as he was to board. Too hot a sheep's merry. And wherefore not sheep's? No sheep's sweet lamb unless we feed on your lips.

You sheep and I pasture. Shall that finish the jest? So you grant pasture for me.

Offering to kiss her. Not so, gentle beast. My lips are no common, though safe will they be. Belonging to whom? To my fortunes and me. Good wits will be jangling, but gentles agree. The civil war of wits were much better used on Navarre and his bookmen, for here tis abused.

If my observation, which very seldom lies, by the heart-steal rhetoric disclosed with eyes, deceive me not now, never is infected. With what? With that which we lovers entitled affected. Your reason? Why, all his behaviours did make thee retire to the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire.

his heart like a maggot with your print impress'd proud with his form in his eye pride express'd his tongue all impatient to speak and not see d'estamboul with haste in his eyesight to be all senses to that sense did make their repair the veal only looking on fairest affair

he thought all his senses were locked in his eye as jewels in crystal for some prince to buy who tendering their own wares from where they were glassed did point you to buy them along as you passed his face's own margin did quote such amazes that all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes

I'll give you Aquitaine and all that is his, and you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. Come to our pavilion. Boyette is disposed. But to speak Latin words which his eye has disclosed. I only have made a mouth of his eye by adding a tongue which I know will not lie. Doubt.

Thou art an old love-monger, and speakest skillfully. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of him. Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is but grim. Do you hear, my mad wenches? No. What then do you see? I were way to be gone. Oh, you are too hard for me. Exeunt.

End of Act 2.

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Warble, child, make passionate my sense of hearing. Gongolino! Sweet air!

go tenderness of years take this key give enlargement to the swain bring him festinately hither i must employ him in a letter to my love marcia master will you win your love with a french brawl how meanest thou brawling in french

No, my complete master, but to jig off a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humor it with turning up your eyelids, sigh a note and sing a note, sometimes through the throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love, sometimes through the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling love.

with your head penthouse-like over the shop of your eyes, with your arms crossed on your thin belly-doublet like a rabbit on a spit,

or your hands in your pocket like a man after the old painting and keep not too long in one tune but a snip and away these are compliments these are humours these betray nice wenches that would be betrayed without these and make them men of note do ye note me that most are affected to these how hast thou purchased this experience by my penny of observation

but how but how the hobby horse is forgot callest thou my love hobby horse no master the hobby horse is but a colt and your love perhaps a hackney but have you forgot your love almost i had negligent student learn her by heart by heart and in heart boy

And out of heart, master, all those three I will prove. What wilt thou prove? A man, if I live, and this by, in, and without, upon the instant. By heart you love her, because your heart cannot come by her. In heart you love her, because your heart is in love with her.

out of heart you love her being out of heart that you cannot enjoy her i am all these three and three times as much more and yet nothing at all fish hill or the swain

"'He must carry me a letter.' "'A message well sympathised. A horse to be ambassador for an ass.' "'Ha! ha! what sayest thou?' "'Mary, sir, you must send the ass upon the horse, for he is very slow gaited. But I go.' "'The way is but short. Away!' "'As swift as lead, sir.' "'The meaning, pretty ingenious.'

is not lead a metal heavy dull and slow lady slow meanie me honest master or rather master no lord i say lead is slow lady you are too swift sir to say so is that lead slow which is fired from a gun lord sweet smoke of rhetoric here appears me a cannon and the bullets that's he

i shoot thee at the swain something and i flee exit ah most acute juvenna vulnerable and free of grace by thy favour sweet welkin i must sigh in thy face most rude melancholy valour gives thee place my herald is return'd

Re-entermote with costard. A wonder, master! Here's a costard broken in the shin. Some enigma, some riddle. Come, thy lomvoy, begin. No egmer, no riddle, no lomvoy, no salve in a mail, sir. Oh, sir, a plantain, a plain plantain. No lomvoy, no lomvoy, no salve, sir, but a plantain. Ha, ha, ha.

thy virtue thou unfairst this laughter thy silly thought my spleen the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling pardon me my stars

doth the inconsiderate take salve for lanvoy and the word lanvoy for salve do the wise think them other is not lanvoy a salve no page it is an epilogue or discourse to make plain some obscure precedents that have too far been seen i will example the fox the ape and the humble bee were still at odds being about three there's the moral

Now the Lanvoy. They will add the Lanvoy. Say the moral again. The Fox, the Ape, the Humblebee were still at odds being but three. Until the Goose came out of door and stayed the odds by adding four. Now will I begin your moral and do you follow with my Lanvoy.

the fox the ape and the humble bee were still at odds being but three until the goose came out of door staying the odds by adding four a good land-boy ending in the goose would you desire more the boy hath sold him a bargain a goose that's flat sir your pennyworth is good and your goose be fat to sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose

"'Let me see. A fat Lenvoy, aye? That's a fat goose.' "'Come hither, come hither. How did this argument begin?' "'By saying that a custard was broken in a shin. Then called you for the Lenvoy.' "'True. And I for a plantain. Thus came your argument in. Then the boy's fat Lenvoy, the goose that you bought, only ended the market.' "'But tell me, how is there a custard broken in a shin?'

I will tell you sensibly. Thou hast no feeling of it, Mote. I will speak that language. I, Kostard, running out, that was safely within, fell over the threshold and broke my shin. We will talk no more of this matter, till there be no matter in the shin. Sir Kostard, I will enfranchise thee.

Or marry me to one, Francis. I smell some lemvoy, some goose in this. By my sweet soul, I mean setting thee at liberty, and freedoming thy person. Thou wert a muir to a strained, captivated bound. True, true, and now you will be my purgation, and let me loose. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from darts, and in lieu thereof impose on thee nothing but this.

bear the significant, giving a letter to the country maid, Jaconetta,

there is remuneration for the best word of mine honour is rewarding my dependance moat follow exit like the sequel i signor costart adieu my sweet ounce of man's flesh my inconny jew exit moat now i will look to his remuneration remuneration oh that's the latin word for three farthings three farthings remuneration

What's the price of this inkle? One penny? No, I give you a remuneration. Why, it carries it. Remuneration. Why, it's a fairer name than French crown. I will never buy and sell out of this word. Enter Baroon.

oh my good knave costard exceedingly well met sir how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration what is a remuneration marry sir halfpenny farthing why then three farthing worth of silk i thank your worship god be with you stay slave i must employ thee

as thou wilt win my favour, good my knave, do one thing for me that I shall entreat. When would you have it done, sir? This afternoon. Well, I will do it, sir. Fare you well. Thou knowest not what it is. I shall know, sir, when I have done it. Why, villain, thou must know first. I will come to your worship tomorrow morning. It must be done this afternoon, hark, slave. It is but this.

"'The princess comes to hunt here in the park, "'and in her train there is a gentle lady "'when tongues speak sweetly, "'then they name her name, "'and Rosaline they call her. "'Ask for her, and to her white hands "'see thou do commend this sealed-up counsel. "'There's thy garden. Go.' "'Giving him a shilling. "'Garden! Oh, sweet garden! "'Better than remuneration. "'Eleven pence farthing better. "'Oh, sweet garden!'

I will do it, sir. In print. Garden. Remuneration. Exit. And I forsooth in love, I that have been love's whip, very beadle to a humorous sigh, a critic, nay, a night-watch constable, a domineering pedant o'er the boy, then whom no mortal so magnificent

This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this senior junior, giant dwarf Dan Cupid, regent of love rhymes, lord of folded arms, the anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, liege of all loiterers and malcontents, dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces, sole imperator, and great general of trotting peritors. Oh, my little hark!

and i to be a corporal of his field and bear his colours like a tumbler's hoop what i love i sue i seek a wife a woman it is like a german clock still a repairing ever out of frame and never going aright being a watch but being watched that it may still go right

nay to be perjured which is worst of all and among three to love the worst of all a whitely wanted with a velvet brow with two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes

Ay, and by heaven, one that will do the deed though Argus were her eunuch and her god, and I to sigh for her, to watch for her, to pray for her, go too. It is a plague that Cupid will impose for my neglect of his almighty dreadful little might. Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan.

"'Some men must love my lady, and some Joan.'" Exit. End of Act 3. Act 4 of Love's Labour's Lost by William Shakespeare. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Scene 1. The same. Enter the princess and her train. A forester. Boyette.

Rosaline, Maria, and Catherine. Was that the king that spurred his horse so hard against the steep uprising of the ill? I know not, but I think it was not he. Where it was assured a mountain mind. Well, lords, today we shall have our dispatch. On Saturday we will return to France.

Then, Forster, my friend, where is the bush that we must stand and play the murderer in? Hereby upon the edge of yonder coppice, a stand where you may make the fairest shoot. I think my beauty. I am fair that shoot. And thereupon thou speakest the fairest shoot. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. What, what? First praise me, and again say no? O short-lived pride! Not fair!

fair, Alack for woe. Yes, madam, fair. Nay, never paint me now. Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. Here, good my glass, take this for telling true. Fair payment for foul words is more than due. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. See, see, my beauty will be saved by merit.

O'er here saying fair, fit for these days. A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise. But come, thee bow, now mercy goes to kill, and shooting well is an accounted ill. Thus will I save my credit in thee shoot, not wounding, pity would not let me do't.

if wounding then it was to show my skill that more for praise than purpose meant to kill and out of question so it is sometimes glory grows guilty of detested crimes when for fame's sake for praise in outward part

We bend to that the working of the heart, as I for praise alone now seek to spiel, the poor dear's blood, that my heart means no ill. Do not cast wives hold that self-sovereignty only for praise' sake, when they strive to be lords of their lords? Only for praise, and praise we may afford to any lady that subdues a lord.

Here comes a member of the Commonwealth. Enter Costard. God dig you, Denhall. Pray you, which is the head lady? Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the wrists that have no heads. Which is the greatest lady, the highest? The thickest and the tallest. The thickest and the tallest. It is so. Truth is truth.

"'And your waist, mistress, were as slender as my wit. "'One of these maids' girdles for your waist should be fit.'

Are not you the chief woman? You are the thickest here. What's your will, sir? What's your will? I have a letter from Monsieur Biron to one Lady Rosaline. Oh, thy letter, thy letter. He's a good friend of mine. Stand aside, good bearer. Boyette, you can carve. Break up this capon. I am bound to serve. This letter is mistook.

it importeth none here it is writ to jacinetta we will read it i swear break the neck of the wax and every one give ear boyette reads by heaven that thou art fair is most infallible true that thou art beauteous truth itself that thou art lovely

more fairer than fair beautiful than beauteous truer than truth itself have commiseration on thy heroical vessel the magnanimous and most illustrious king cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar the nelephon and he it was that might rightly say veni

which to anothenize in vulgar obese and obscure vulgar videli said he came saw and overcame he came one saw two overcame three

Who came? The king. Why did he come? To see. Why did he see? To overcome. To whom came he? To the beggar. What saw he? The beggar. Who overcame he? The beggar. The conclusion is victory. On whose side? The king's. The captive is enriched. On whose side? The beggar's.

the catastrophe is a nuptial on whose side the kings no on both in one or one in both i am the king for so stands the comparison thou the beggar for so witnesses thy loneliness shall i command thy love i may shall i enforce thy love i could shall i entreat thy love i will

what shalt thou exchange for rags robes for titles titles for thyself me thus expecting thy reply i profane my lips on thy foot my eyes on thy picture and my heart on thy every part thine in the dearest design of industry don adriano de armado

thou dost thou hear the nemean lion roar gainst thee thou lamb that standest as his prey so miseth for his princely feet before and he from forage will incline to play but if thou strive poor soul what art thou then

Food for his rage, repasture for his den. What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter? What vein, what weathercock? Did you ever hear better? I am much deceived, but I remember the style. Else your memory is bad, going o'er it erewhile. This armada is a Spaniard that keeps here in court. A fantisime, a monarcho, and one that makes sport to the prince and his bookmates.

Thou fellow, a word. Who gave thee this letter? I told you, my lord. To whom shouldst thou give it? From my lord to my lady. From which lord to which lady? From my lord Berune, a good master of mine, to a lady of France that he called Rosaline. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, away. To Rosaline. Ere, sweet, put up this letter.

twill be zine another exeunt princess and train who is the suitor who is the suitor shall i teach you to know ay my continental musee why she that bears the bow finely put off my lady goes to kill horns but if thou marry hang me by thy neck if horns that hear miscarry finely put on

I am the shooter. And who is your dear? If we choose by the horns, you'll self come not kneel. Finally put on indeed. You still rangle with her boy yet, and she strikes at the brow. But she herself is hit lower. Have I hit her now? Shall I come upon thee with an old saying that was a man when King Pepin of France was a little boy as touching the hit-hit?

so i may answer thee with one as old that was a woman when queen guenever of britain with a little wench as touching the hit-hit thou canst not hit it hit it hit it thou canst not hit it my good man and i cannot cannot cannot and i cannot another can exeunt roseline and catherine by my troth most pleasant how both did fit it a mark marvellous well shot for they both did hit it

a mark oh mark what that mark ha ha ha a mark says my lady let the mark have a prick in't to meet at if it may be wide o the bow-hand if it your hand is out indeed i must shoot nearer or he'll near hit the clout

And if my hand be out, then be like your hand is in. Then will she get the up-shoot by cleaving the pin. Come, come, you talk greasy-ly, your lips grow foul. She's too hard for you at prick, sir. Challenge her to bowl. I fear too much rubbing.

good night my good harold excellent boyette and maria by my soul a swain a most simple clown lord lord how the ladies and i have put him down oh my truth most sweet jests most incony vulgar wit when it comes so smoothly off so obscenely as it were so fit

"'A mardo on the one side, a most dainty man, "'to see him walk before a lady and to bear her fan, "'to see him kiss his hand and how most sweetly I will swear, "'and his page on the other side, that handful of wit. "'Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit!' "'Sola! Sola!' "'Shout within!' "'Exit cost hard running!'

Scene 2. The Same. Enter Holophanes, Sir Nathaniel and Doll. Very reverent sport, surely, and done in the

True.

Truly, Master O'Loughlin, the epithets are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least. But, sir, I assure you, it was the buck of the first head. Sir Nathaniel Hod Credo. T'was not a Hod Credo. T'was a Prickett. Most barbarous intimation, yet a kind of insinuation, as it were, in via...

way of explication facare, as it were, replication, or rather ostentare, to show, as it were, his inclination, after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or ratherest, unconfirmed fashion, to insert again my hard credo for a deer. I said the deer was not a hard credo. T'was a pricket.

twice our simplicity best cactus o thou monster ignorant how deformed dost thou look sir he hath never fed with the dainties that are bred in a book he hath not ate paper as it were he hath not drunk ink his intellect is not replenished he is only an animal

"'only sensible in the duller parts. "'And such better implants are set before us "'that we thankful should be, "'which we of taste and feeling are, "'for those parts that do fructify in us more than ye. "'For as it would ill become me to be vain, "'indiscreet, or a fool, "'so were there a patch, said old learning, "'to see him in a school.'

But only when is the eye, being of an old father's mind, many can brook the weather that love not the wind. You two are bookmen. Can you tell me by your wit what a month old at Cain's birth that's not five weeks old as yet? Dictina, good man, tell, dictina, good man, tell. What is dictina? A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the moon.

The moon was a month old when Adam was no more, and wrought not to five weeks when he came to five score. The illusion holds in the exchange. Tis true indeed. The collision holds in the exchange. God comfort thy capacity. I say the allusion holds in the exchange. And I say the pollution holds in the exchange, for the moon is never but a month old.

And I say beside that, t'was a pricket that the princess killed. San Efsandro.

Will you hear an extemporal epitaph on the death of the deer, and, to humour the ignorant, call I the deer the princess killed a prick at? Perge, good master Holofnese, perge. So it shall please you to abrogate scurrility. I will something affect the letter for it argues facility. He he.

The prayful princess pierced and pricked a pretty pleasing cricket. Some say a saw, but not a saw, till now made saw with shooting. The dogs did yell, put L to saw, then saw roll jumps from picket, or prick at saw, or else saw L, that people fall a hooting. If saw be saw, then L to saw makes fifty saws one sorrow, of one saw I a hundred make by adding but one more L. Ho, ho, ho, ho, rare talent. Dull aside.

If talent be a claw, look how he claws him with a talent.

This is a gift that I have, simple, simple, a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions. These are begotten, the ventricle of memory, nourished to the womb of pure matter, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. But the gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am thankful for it.

Sir, I praise the Lord for you, and so may my parishioners, for their sons are well tutored by you, and their daughters profit very greatly under you. You are a good member of the Commonwealth. Merhecly, if their sons be ingenuous, they shall want no instructions.

If their daughters be capable, I will put it to them. But, virsapet quipoca locuta, a sole feminine saluteth us. Enter Jaconetta and Costard. God give you good morrow, Master Parson. Master Parson quasi person, and if one should be pierced, which is the one? Merry Master Schoolmaster, he that is likest to a hog's head.

piercing a honk said a good luster of conceit in a turf of earth fire enough for a flint pearl enough for a swine tis pretty it is well good master parson be so good as to read me this letter it was given me by costard and sent me from don armado i beseech you read it

First, I precond you, and I do quanto because of this, and so forth. Ah, good old Manchuwin, I may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice. Venetia, Venetia, chai non te vede, non te presha. Old Manchuwin, old Manchuwin, who understandeth thee not, loves thee not. But, Fressola, my friend,

Under pardon, sir, what are the contents? Or rather, as Horace says in his, what, my soul, verses. Aye, sir, and very learned. Let me hear a stuff, a stanza, a verse, le go domine. Nathaniel reads. Ahem, ahem, ahem.

if love make me forsworn how shall i swear to love ah never faith could hold if not to beauty vow'd though to myself forsworn to thee i'll faithful prove those thoughts to me were oaks to thee like osiers bow'd

study his biased leaves and make his book thine eyes where all those pleasures live that art would comprehend if knowledge be the mark to know thee shall suffice where learned is that tongue that well can thee commend all ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder which is to me some praise that i thy parts admire

thy eye jove's lightning bears thy voice is dreadful thunder which not to anger bent is music and sweet fire celestial as thou art oh pardon love this wrong that sings heaven's praise with such an earthly tongue you find not the apostrophes and so miss the accent let me supervise the cantonet

Here are only numbers ratified, but for the elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of Poesie Carrot,

Ovidius Neso was the man, and why indeed Neso but for smelling out for the audacious flowers of fancy, the jerks of invention. Imitare is nothing. So doth the hound his master, the ape his keeper, the tiger horse his rider. But, Tamuzela virgin, was this directed to you? Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Beeroon, one of the strange queen's lords. I will overglance the superscript, eh?

to the snow-white hand of the most beauteous lady rosaline i will look again on the intellect of the letter for the domination of the party writing to the person written unto

Your Ladyship's in all desired employment, Baroon. Saint Nathaniel, this Baroon is one of the votaries with the King, and here he hath framed a letter to a secret of the stranger Queens, which accidentally, or by the way of progression, hath miscarried. Trip and go, my sweet. Deliver this paper into the royal hand of the King."

it may concern much stand off my compliment i forgive my duty adieu good costard go with me sir god save your life have with thee my girl exeunt costard and jackanetta sir you have done this in a fear of god very religiously

and as a certain father saith sir tell me naught of the father i do fear colourable colours but to return to the verses did they please you sir nathaniel

marvellous swell for the pen i do dine to-day at the father's of a certain pupil of mine where if before it past it shall please you to gratify the table with a grace i will on my privilege i have with the parents of the foresaid child or pupil

undertake your benvenuto where i will prove those verses to be very unlearned neither savouring of poetry wit nor invention i beseech your society

And thank you, too, for society, saith the text, is the happiness of life. And, certes, the text most in therapy concludes it. To dull. Sir, I do invite you, too. You shall not say me nay, for cover bath away, the gentles are at their game, and we will to our recreation. Exeunt.

SCENE III. THE SAME. ENTER BAROON WITH A PAPER. "'The king, he is hunting the deer. I am coursing myself. They have pitched a toil. I am toiling in a pitch, pitch that defiles, defile a foul word. Well, set thee down, sorrow, for so they say the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool. Well proved, wit.'

by the lord this love is as mad as ajax it kills a sheep it kills me ay a sheep well proved again on my side i will not love if i do hang me of faith i will not oh but her eye by this light but for her eye i would not love her yes for her two eyes while i do nothing in the world but lie and lie on my throat

by heaven i do love and it hath taught me to rhyme and to be melancholy and here is part of my rhyme and here my melancholy well she hath one of my sonnets already the clown bore it the fool sent it and the lady hath it sweet clown sweeter fool sweetest lady by the world i would not care a pin if the other three were in here comes one with a paper

God, give him grace to groan. Stands aside. Enter the king with a paper. Ay, me. Baroon aside. Shot by heaven. Proceed, sweet Cupid. Thou hast thumped him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap in faith secrets. King reads. So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not.

to those fresh morning drops upon the rose as thy eye-beams when their fresh rays have smote the night of dew that on my cheeks down flows nor shines the silver moon one half so bright through the transparent bosom of the deep as doth thy face

through tears of mine give light thou shinest in every tear that i do weep no drop but as a coach doth carry thee so ridest thou triumphing in my woe do but behold the tears that swell in me and they thy glory through my grief will show

but do not love thyself then thou wilt keep my tears for glasses and still make me weep oh queen of queens how far dost thou excel no thought can think nor tongue of mortal tell how shall she know my griefs i'll drop the paper

Sweet leaves shade folly. Who is he comes here? Steps aside. What? Long a veil and reading. Listen here.

Now in thy likeness one more fool appear. Into Longerville with a paper. Ay, me, I am forsworn. Why, he comes in like a perjurer wearing papers. In love, I hope. Sweet fellowship in shame. One drunkard loves another of the name. Am I the first that have been perjured so? I could put thee in comfort. Not by two that I know.

thou makest the triumviry the corner cap of society the shape of love's tyburn that hangs up simplicity maria i fear these stubborn lines lack power to move o sweet maria empress of my love

These numbers I will tear, and write in prose. O rhymes, our guards on wanting Cupid's hose, disfigure not his slop. This same shall go. Reads? Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye, against whom the world cannot hold argument, persuade my heart to this false perjury?

vows for thee broke deserve not punishment a woman i forswore but i will prove thou being a goddess i forswore not thee my vow was earthly thou a heavenly lovethy grace being gained cures all disgrace in me

vows are but breath and breath a vapour is then thou fair sun which on my earth dost shine exhalest this vapour vow in thee it is

If broken, then it is no fault of mine. If by me broke, what fool is not so wise to lose an oath to win a paradise? This is the liver vein, which makes flesh a deity, a green goose a goddess. Pure, pure idolatry. God amend us, God amend. We are much out of the way. By whom shall I send this?

company stay steps aside all hid all hid an old infant play like a devi-god here set i in the sky and wretched fools secrets heedfully o'er-eye more sacks to the bill

O heavens, I have my wish. Enter Domain with a paper. Domain transformed. Four woodcocks in a dish. O most divine, Kate. O most profane cockscomb. By heaven, the wonder in a mortal eye. By earth she is not, corporal, there you lie. Her amber hairs for foul hath amber quoted.

an amber-colour'd raven was well noted. as upright as the cedar. stoop i say her shoulder is with child. as fair as day. aye as some days but then no sun must shine. oh that i had my wish. and i had mine. and i mine too good lord. amen so i had mine is not that a good word. i would forget her.

But a fever she reigns in my blood, and will remembered be. A fever in your blood? Why, then incision would let her out in saucers, sweet Miss Prision. Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ. Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit. Domain reads. On a day, alack the day, love whose month this ever may,

spied a blossom passing fair playing in the wanton air through the velvet leaves the wind all unseen can passage find that the lover sick to death wish himself the heaven's breath ere quoth he thy cheeks may blow ere would i might triumph so but alack my hand is sworn ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn

thou alack for youth unmeet youth so apt to pluck a sweet do not call it sin in me that i am forsworn for thee thou for whom jove would swear juno but in ethiop where and denying self for jove turning mortal for thy love

this will i send and something else more plain that shall express my true love's fasting pain oh would the king beroun and longueville were lovers too ill to example ill would from my forehead wipe a perjured note for none offend where all alike do dote

longerville advancing du maine thy love is far from charity that in love's grief desires society you may look pale but i should blush i know to be overheard and take a napping soul king advancing

come sir you blush as his your case is such you chide at him offending twice as much you do not love maria long of ill did never sonnet for her sake compile nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart his loving bosom to keep down his heart

i have been closely shrouded in this bush and mocked you both and for you both did i heard your guilty rhymes observed your fashion saw sighs rake from you noted well your passion

me says one oh jove the other cries one her hair were gold crystal the other's eyes to longerville you would for paradise break faith and troth to domain and jove for your love would infringe an oath what would berune say when that shall he hear faith infringed with such zeal did swear

How he will scorn, how he will spend his wit, How he will triumph, leap, and laugh at it! For all the wealth that ever I did see, I would not have him know so much by me. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy. Advancing. Ah, good my liege, I pray thee, pardon me. Good heart, what grace hast thou thus to reprove These worms for loving that art most in love?

your eyes do make no couches in your tears there is no certain princess that appears you'll not be perjur'd tis a hateful thing tash none but minstrels like of sonnetting but are you not ashamed nay are you not all three of you to be thus much o'ershot you found his moat the king your moat did see but i a bean do find in each of three

O, what a scene of foolery have I seen, Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen! O me, with what strict patience have I sat To see a king transform into a gnat, To see great Hercules whipping a gig, And profound Solomon to toot a jig, And Nestor play at pushpin with the boys, And critic Timon laugh at idle toys,

Where lies thy grief? O tell me, good to me, and gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain? And where my leisures? All about the breast. A coddle, ho! Too bitter is thy jest. Are we betrayed thus to thy overview? Not you to me, but I betrayed by you. I that am honest, I that hold it sin to break the vow I am engaged in.

"'I am betrayed by keeping company with men like you, "'men of inconstancy.'

When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme, or groan for love, or spend a minute's time in pruning me? When shall you hear that I will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye, a gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist, a leg, a limb? Soft, whither away so fast? A true man or a thief that gallops so? I post from love. Good lover, let me go. Enter Jaconetta and Custard. God bless the king.

what present hast thou there some certain treason what makes treason here nay it makes nothing sir if it maw nothing neither the treason and you go in peace away together i beseech your grace let this letter be read our parson misdoubts it twas treason he said beroon read it o'er giving him the paper where hadst thou it

Of costard. Where hadst thou it?

Of Dan Adramadio. Dan Adramadio. Baroon tears the letter. How now? What is in you? Why dost thou tear it? A toy, my leisure toy. Your grace needs not fear it. It did move him to passion, and therefore let's hear it. It is Baroon's writing, and here is his name. Gathering up the pieces...

baroon to costard ah you horse and loggerhead you were born to do me shame guilty my lord guilty i confess i confess what that you three fools lacked me fool to make up the mess

"'He, he, and you, and you, my liege, and I, are pickpurses in love, and we deserve to die. Oh, dismiss the audience, and I shall tell you more.' "'No, the number is even.' "'True, true, we are four. Will these turtles be gone?' "'Hence, sirs, away!' "'Walk aside, the true folk, and let the traitors stay.' Exeunt Corsdard and Jaconetta "'Sweet lords, sweet lovers!'

O let us embrace. As true we are as flesh and blood can be, the sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face. Young blood doth not obey an old decree. We cannot cross the cause why we were born. Therefore of all hands must we be forsworn. What? Did these rent lines show some love of thine? Did they quote you?

who sees the heavenly rosaline that like a rude and savage man of ind at the first opening of the gorgeous east bows not his vassal head and strucken blind kisses the base ground with obedient breast

what peremptory eagle-sighted eye dares look upon the heaven of her brow that is not blinded by her majesty what zeal what fury hath inspired thee now my love her mistress is a gracious moon she is an attending star scarce seen alight my eyes are then no eyes nor eye-baroon oh but for my love

day would turn to night of all complexions the cull'd sovereignty do meet as at a fair in her fair cheek where several worthies make one dignity where nothing wants that want itself doth seek let be the flourish of all gentle tongues fie painted rhetoric

oh she needs it not to things of sale a seller's praise belongs she passes praise then praise too short doth blot a withered hermit five score winters worn might shake off fifty looking in her eye beauty doth varnish age as if new-born and gives the crutch the cradle's infancy

O, tis the sun that maketh all things shine. By heaven, thy love is black as ebony. Is ebony like her? O wood divine, O wife of such wood worth felicity, O who can give an oath? Where is a book that I may swear beauty doth beauty lack, If that she learn not of her eye to look?

No face is fair that is not full so black. O paradox! Black is the badge of hell, the hue of dungeons and the school of night, and beauty's crest becomes the heaven's well. Devil suit us tempt resembling spirits of light. O, if in black my lady's brows be decked, it mourns that painting and usurping hair should ravish doters with a false aspect.

and therefore is she born'd to make black fair her favour turns the fashion of the days but native blood is counted painting now and therefore red that would avoid dispraise paints itself black to imitate her brow to look like her are chimney-sweepers black and since her time our colliers counted bright

And Aethiops of their sweet complexions crack. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light. Your mistresses dare never come in rain, for fear their colours should be washed away. T'were good yours did, for, sir, to tell you plain, I'll find a fairer face not washed today. I'll prove her fair, or talk till doomsday here. No devil will fright thee then so much as she.

I never knew men hold vile stuff so dear. Look, here's thy love, my foot and her face see. Oh, if the streets were paved with thine eyes, her feet were much too dainty for such tread. Oh, vile, then as she goes, what upward lies? The street should see as she walked overhead.

but what of this are we not all in love nothing so sure and thereby all forsworn then leave this chat and good berune now prove our loving lawful and our faith not torn ay marry there some flattery for this evil oh some authority how to proceed some tricks some quillets how to cheat the devil

"'Some salve for perjury.' "'Tis more than need. Have at you, then. "'Affections men at arms. Consider what you first did swear unto—to fast, to study, and to see no woman. "'Flat treason gains the kingly state of youth. Say, can you fast? Your stomachs are too young, and abstinence engenders maladies.'

and where that you have vowed to study lords in that each of you have forsworn his book can you still dream and pore and thereon look for when would you my lord or you or you have found the ground of studies excellence without the beauty of a woman's face from women's eyes this doctrine i derive they are the ground the books the academes from whence the spring the true promethean fire

why universal plodding prisons up the nimble spirit of the arteries as motion and long-during action tires the silouy vigor of the traveller now for not looking on a woman's face you that have in that forsworn the use of eyes and study too the causer of your vow for where is any author in the world to teach us such beauty as a woman's eye learning is but an adjunct to ourselves

and where we are learning likewise is then when ourselves we see in ladies eyes do we not likewise see our learning there oh we have made a vow to study lords and in that vow we have forsworn our books for when would you my liege or you or you in letting contemplation have found out such fiery numbers as the prompting eyes of beauty's tutors have enriched you with

other slow arts entirely keep the brain and therefore finding barren practisers scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil but love first learned in a lady's eyes lives not alone imbured in the brain but with the motion of all elements courses as swift as thought in every power and gives to every power a double power above their functions and their offices

It adds a precious seeing to the eye. A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind. A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound. When the suspicious head of theft is stopped, love's feeling is more soft and sensible than are the tender horns of cockled snails. Love's tongue proves dainty, bacchus, gross in taste for valour.

is not love a hercules still climbing trees in the asperities subtle as sphinx as sweet and musical as bright apollo's lute strung with his hair and when love speaks the voice of all the gods make heaven drowsy with the harmony never durst poet touch a pen to write until his ink were tempered with love's sighs

O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, and plant in tyrants mild humility from women's eyes. This doctrine I derive. They sparkle still the right Promethean fire. They are the books, the arts, the academes, that show, contain, and nourish all the world, else none at all in aught proves excellent.

Then fools you were these women to forswear, or keeping what is sworn you will prove fools. For wisdom's sake, a word that all men love, or for love's sake, a word that loves all men, or for men's sake, the authors of these women, or women's sake, by whom we men are men. Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves, or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths.

"'It is religion to be thus forsworn, for charity itself fulfills the law. And who can sever love from charity?' "'Saint Cupid, then, and soldiers, to the field!' "'Advance your standards, and upon them, lords, pell-mell down with them. But be first advised in conflict that you get the son of them.' "'Now to plain dealing. Ladies, close us by.'

shall we resolve to woo these girls of france and win them too therefore let us devise some entertainment for them in their tents first from the park let us conduct them thither then homeward every man attach the hand of his fair mistress

in the afternoon we will with some strange pastime solace them such as the shortness of the time can shape for revels dances masks and merry hours for run fair love strewing her way with flowers away away no time shall be omitted that will be time and may bios be fitted

Along, along, so cockle reap no corn, and justice always whirls in equal measure. Light winches may prove plagues to men forsworn. If so, our copper buys no better treasure. Exeunt. End of Act 4.

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Act 5 of Love's Labour's Lost by William Shakespeare. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Scene 1. The same. Enter Halophanes, Sir Nathaniel, and Dole.

that is quod suffisit i praise god for you sir your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious pleasant without scurrility witty without affection audacious without impotency

learned without opinion and strange without hearsay i did converse this quondam day with a companion of the king's who is in titude nominated or called don adriano de armado

nor thy homonym tanquente his humour is lofty his discourse aperemptory his tongue fine his eye ambitious his gait majestical and his general behaviour vain ridiculous and thrasodical he is too picked too spruce too affected too odd as it were too peremptorate as i may call it

a most singular and choice epithet, draws out his table-book. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity, findeth it the staple of his arguments.

I abhor such fanatical phantasms, such insoscible and point-device companions, such rackers of orthography, as to speak doubt fine, where he should say doubt, debt, where he should pronounce debt, D-E-B-T, not D-E-T. He clappeth a calf cough, half hoth, ne'er vocator ne'er.

"Nay" abbreviated "Nay".

This is abominable, which he would call abominable. It insinuates me of insanity, nay, intelligence, domine, to make frantic, lunatic. Laus Deo, bene, Deligo. Bon, bon for bon, Priscian. A little scratched twilth of. Videsne qui s'venit? Video et godio.

enter armado mote and costard armado to mote chira query chira not sirrah men of peace well encountered most military sir

motes aside to costard they have been at a great feast of languages and stolen the scraps oh they have lived long on the alms-basket of words i marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabalatant in his

Thou art easier swallowed than a flat dragon. Peace, the peel begins. Amado to Holofonis. Monsieur, are you not lettered?

yes yes he teach his boys the horn book what is a b spelt backward with the horn on his head ba puritia with a horn added ba most silly sheep with a horn you hear his learning quis quis thus consonant the third of the five vowels if you repeat them or the fifth if i

I will repeat them. A, E, I. The sheep. The other two concludes it. O, U. Now by the salt wave of their Mediterranean. A sweet thought. A quick vigno of wit. Snip, snap, quick and home.

it rejoices my intellect true wit offered by a child to an old man which is wit old what is the figure what is the figure horns thou disputest like an infant go whip thy gig

Hent me your horn to make one, and I will whip about your infamy circumcirca. A gig of a cuckold's horn. And I had put one penny in the world, thou shouldst have it to buy gingerbread. Hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy master. Thou ha'penny purse of wit, thou pigeon egg of discretion.

oh and the heavens were so pleased that thou wert but my bastard what a joyful father wouldst thou make me go to thou hast it ad dunghill at the fingers ends as they say oh i smell false latin dunghill for ungwum archman preambule we will be singled from the barbarous

Do you not educate youth at the charge-house on the top of the mountain? Or Mons, the hill? At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain. I do, sans question. Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure and affection to congratulate the princess at her pavilion in the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the Afternoon.

the posterior of the day most generous sir is liable congruent and measurable for the afternoon the word is well culled choose sweet and apt i do assure you sir i do assure sir the king is a noble gentleman and my familiar i do assure ye very good friend for what is inward between us let it pass

I do beseech thee, remember thy courtesy. I beseech thee, apparel thy head, and among other important and most serious designs, and of great import indeed too. But let that pass, for I must tell thee it will please his grace by the word, sometime to lean upon my poor shoulder, and with his royal finger thus dally with my excrement, with my mustachio.

but sweetheart let that pass by the world i recount no favour some certain special honours it pleases his greatness to impart to armado a soldier a man of travel that has seen the world but let that pass the very all of all is

but sweetheart i do implore secretly that the king would have me present the princess sweet chuck with some delightful ostentation or show or pageant or antique or fire-work

Now, understanding that the curate and your sweet self are good at such eruptions and sudden breaking out of mirth, as it were, I have acquainted you with all to the end to crave your assistance. Sir, you shall present before her the nine worthies. Sir, as concerning some entertainment of time, some show in the posterior of the day—

to be rendered by our assistants at the king's command, and this most gallant, illustrious, and learned gentleman before the princess. I say none so fit as to present the nine worthies. Where will you find men worthy enough to present them? Joshua, yourself, myself, and this gallant gentleman, Judas Maccabeus,

this swain because of his great limb or joint shall pass poppy the great the page hercules pardon sir error he is not quanty enough for that worthy son he is not so big as the end of his club shall i have audience he shall present hercules in minority his enter and exit shall be strangling a snake

and I will have an apology for that purpose. An excellent device. So if any of the audience hiss, you may cry, Well done, Hercules, now thou crushest the snake. That is the way to make an offence gracious, though few have the grace to do it. For the rest of the worthies. I will pay three myself. Thrice worthy gentlemen. Shall I tell you a theme?

We attend. We will have, if this faginot an antique, I beseech you, follow. There, good man dull, thou hast spoken no word all this while. Nor understood none neither, sir. Allo, we will employ thee. I'll make one in a dance or so, or I will play on the taber to the worthies, and let them dance the hay.

most dull or is dull to our sport away scene two the same enter the princess catherine rosaline and maria

sweethearts we shall be rich ere we depart if fairings comes thus plentiful e'en a lady walled about with diamonds look you what i have from the loving king madame came nothing else along with that nothing but this yes as much love in rhyme as would be crammed up in a sheet of paper writ o both sides the leaf

"'Martiant and all, that he was fain to seal on Cupid's name.' "'That was the way to make his godhead wax, "'for he hath been five thousand years a boy.' "'Aye, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too.' "'You'll never be friends with him, a killed your sister.' "'He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy, and so she died. "'Had she been light, like you, of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,'

She might have been a grandam ere she died. And so may you, for a light heart lives long. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light word? A light condition in beauty dark.

We need more light to find your meaning out. You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff. Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument. Look what you do. You do it still in the dark. So do not you, for you are a light wench. Indeed, I weigh not you, and therefore light. You weigh me not? Oh, that you care not for me. Great reason, for peace.

for past cure is still past care well bandied both a set of wheat well played but roseline you have a favour too who sent it and what is it i would you knew and if my face were but as fair as yours my favour were as great be witness this

nay i have verses too i thank biroun the number's true and were the numbering two i were the fairest goddess on the ground i am compared to twenty thousand fairs oh he hath drawn my picture in his letter anything like much in the letters nothing in the praise beauteous as ink a good conclusion fair as a text bee in a copy-book

where pansies ho let me not dye your debtor my red dominical my golden letter o that your face were not so full of o's a pox o that jest and i beshrew all shroes but catharine what was sent to you from fair dumain

"'Madame, this glove!' "'Did he not send you twain?' "'Yes, madame, and moreover some thousand verses of a faithful lover. A huge translation of hypocrisy. Vilely compiled, profound simplicity.' "'This and this pearls to me St. Longaville. The letter is too long by half a mill.' "'I think no less.'

dost thou not wish in heart the chain were longer and the letter short ay or i would these hands might never part we are wise girls to mock our lovers so they are worse fools to purchase mocking so that same beroon i'll torture ere i go oh that i knew we were but in by the week

How I would make him fawn and beg and seek, And wait the season and observe the times, And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes, And shape his service wholly to my hastes, And make him proud to make me proud that jests. So perturbed like would I oversway his state, That he should be my fool and I his fate. None are so surely caught when they are catched, As wit turned fool.

folly in wisdom hatch'd hath wisdom's warrant and the help of school and wits own grace to grace a learned fool the blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness folly in fools bears not so strong a note as foolery in the wise when wit doth a dote

since all the power thereof it doth apply to prove by wit worth in simplicity here comes boyette and mirth is in his face enter boyette i am stadd with laughter

Where's her grace? Say noos, boyette. Prepare, madam, prepare. Arm, wenches, arm. Encounters mounted are against your peace. Love doth approach disguised. Arm made in arguments, you'd be surprised. Master your wits, stand in your own defense, or hide your heads like cowards and fly hence. Saint Denis to Saint Cupid. What are they that charge their breath against us?

Say, Scout, say. Under the cool shade of a sycamore I sought to close my eyes some half an hour, when, lo! to interrupt my purposed rest, toward that shade I might behold addressed the king and his companions. Wearily I stood into a neighbor thicket by, and overheard what you shall overhear, that by and by, disguised, they will be here.

their herald is a pretty knavish page that well by heart hath call'd his embassage action and accent did they teach him there thus must thou speak and thus thy body bear and ever in anon they made a doubt presence majestical would put him out

for quoth the king an angel shalt thou see yet fear not thou but speak audaciously the boy replied nature is not evil i should have feared her had she been a devil rizet all laughed and clapped him on the shoulder making the bold wag by their praises bolder

one rubbed his elbow thus and fleered and swore a better speech which never spoke before another with his finger in his thumb cried via we will do it come what will come the third he capered and cried all goes well the fourth turned on the toe and down he fell

with that they all did tumble on the ground with such a zealous laughter so profound that in this spleen ridiculous appears to check their folly passion solemn tears

But what, but what? Come they to visit us? They do, they do, and are prepared thus, like Muscovites or Russians, as I guess. Their purpose is to power, to court and dance, and everyone is at our feet will advance unto his several mistress, which they know by favour several which they did bestow. And will they so? The gallant shall be tasked.

For ladies, we will every one be masked, and not a man of them shall have the grace, despite of suit, to see a lady's face.

Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear, and then the king will court thee for his dear. Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine, so shall Barun take me for Rosaline. And change you favours too, so shall your loves woo contrary, deceived by these removes. Come on then, where do favours most incite? But in this changing, what is your intent?

The effect of my intent is to cross theirs. They do it but in mocking merriment, and mock for mock is only my intent. There several councers they on bosom shall, to love's mistook, and so be mocked withal. Upon the next occasion that we meet, with visage displayed, to talk and greet. But shall we dance if they desire us to it?

No, to the death we will not move a foot, Nor to the penned speech render we no grace, But while tis spoke, each turn away her face. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's heart, And quite divorce his memory from his part. Therefore I do it, and I make no doubt, The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out.

There's no sport as sport by sport or throne To make these ours and ours none but our own. So shall we stay mocking intended game, And they, well mocked, depart away with shame. Trumpet sound within. The trumpet sounds. Remasked, the mask has come. The ladies mask. Enter Blackamoors with music.

Mote, the king, Baroon, Longaville, and Domaine, in Russian habits unmasked. All hail the richest beauties on the earth. Beauty no richer than rich taffeta. Holy parcel of the fairest dames. The ladies turn their backs to him. That ever turned their backs to mortal views. Baroon aside to Mote.

Their eyes, villain, their eyes! That ever turned their eyes to mortal views.

Out? True, out indeed. Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouchsafe not to behold. Baroon aside to moat. Once to behold, rogue. Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes. With your sun-beamed eyes. They will not answer to that epithet. You had best call it daughter-beamed eyes. They do.

not mark me, and that brings me out. Is this your perfectness? Be gone, you rogue. What would these strangers? Know their minds, boyer. If they do speak our language, tis our will that some plain men recount their purposes. Know what they would. What would you wish, dear princess? Nothing but peace and gentle visitation. What would

What would they say they? Nothing but peace and gentle visitation. Why, that they have, and bid them so be gone. She says you have it, and you may be gone. Say to her, we have measured many miles, to tread a measure with her on this grass. They say that they have measured many a mile to tread a measure with you on this grass. It is not so. Ask her.

ask them how many inches is in one mile if they have measured many the measure then of one is easily told if to come hither you have measured miles and many miles the princess bide you tell how many inches doth fill up one mile tell her we measure them by weary steps she hears herself

How many weary steps of many weary miles you have overgone are numbered in the travel of one mile? We number nothing that we spend for you. Our duty is so rich, so infinite, that we may do it still without account.

Vouch safe to show the sunshine of your face, That we, like savages, may worship it. My face is but a moon, and clouded too. Blessed are clouds to do such as clouds do. Vouch safe, bright moon, and ease thy stars to shine, Those clouds removed upon our watery eyne. O vain petitioner, beg a greater matter.

thou now requestest but moonshine in the water then in our measure but while save one change thou biddest me beg this begging is not strange play music then nay you must do it soon music plays not yet no dance thus change i like the moon will you not dance how come you thus estranged

you took the moon at full but now she's changed yet still she is da moon and i da man the music plays vouchsafe some motion to it our ears vouchsafe it but your legs should do it since you are strangers and come here by chance we'll not be nice take hands we will not dance why take ve hands den

only to part friends curtsy sweethearts and so the measure ends more measure of this measure be not nice we can afford no more at such a price prize you yourselves what buys your company your absence only that can never be

then can not we be both and so adieu twice to your vizier and half once to you if you deny to dance let's hold more chat in private then i am best pleased with that they converse apart

white-handed mistress one sweet word with thee honey and milk and sugar zare his three nay then two trays and you grow so nice methogen wort and malmsey well-run dice there's half a dozen sweets

Seventh sweet adieu. Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you. One word in secret. Let it not be sweet. How grievous my gall. Gall? Bitter. Therefore, meet.

they converse apart. will you vouchsafe with me to change a word? name it fair lady say you so, fair lord? take that for your fair lady please it you as much in private, and i'll bid adieu they converse apart what, was your vizard made without a tongue? i know the reason, lady, why you ask

oh for your reason quickly sir i long you have a double tongue within your mask and would afford my speechless wizard half veal quoth the dutchman is not veal a calf a calf fair lady no a fair lord calf let's part the word no i'll not be your half take all and wean it it may prove an ox

look how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks will you give horns chaste lady do not so then dye a calf before your horns do grow one word in private with you ere i die bleed softly then the butcher hears you cry they converse apart

the tongues of mocking wenches are as keen as is the razor's edge invisible cutting a smaller hair than may be seen above the sense of sense so sensible seemeth their conference their conceits have wings fleeter than arrows bullets wind thought swifter things not one word more my maids break off break off by heaven all dry beated with pure scoff

Farewell, mad winches, you have simple wits. Twenty I'd use my false and muscovites. Exeunt king, lords, and blackamores. Are these the breed of which so wondered at? Tapers they are, with your sweet breasts puffed out. Well-liking wits they have, gross, gross, fat, fat. O poverty in wit!

kingly poor flout you say not zinkew hang themselves to-night or ever but in vizards show their faces this pert baroon was out of countenance quite oh they were all in lamentable cases the king was weeping ripe for a good word baroon did swear himself out of all suit the man was at my service and he thought no point cause i

my servant straight was moot lord longerville said i came o'er his heart and trow you what he call'd me quam perhaps yes in good faith go sickness has thou art well better we'dst have worn plain statute caps but will you hear

the king is my love sworn and quick baron hath plighted faith to me and longueville was for my service born the man is mine as sure as bark on tree madam and pretty mistresses give ear immediately they will again be here in their own shapes for it can never be they will digest this harsh indignity

Will they return? They will, they will. God knows and leap for joy, though they are lame with blows. Therefore change favors, and when they repair, blow like sweet roses in the summer air. How blow? How blow? Speak to be understood. Fair ladies masked are roses in their butt. Dismasked, their damask sweet conics shall shone, our angels veiling clouds, all roses blown.

a font perplexity what shall we do if they return in their own shapes to woo good madam if by me you'll be advised let's mock them still as well known as disguised

let us complain to them what fools were here disguised like muscovites in shapeless gear and wonder what they were and to what end their shallow shows and prologue vilely penned and their rough carriage so ridiculous should be presented at our tent to us ladies withdraw the gallants are at hand whip to our tents as rolls run o'erland exeunt princess rosaline catherine anne maria

Re-enter the king, Baroon, Longaville, and Domain, in their proper habits. Fair sir, God save you, where's the princess? Gone to her tent. Please, it's your majesty, command me any service to her, thither. That she vout save me, audience, for one word. I will, and so will she, I know, my lord. Beck.

Exit. This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons pees, and utters it again when God doth please. He is wit's peddler, and retails his wares at wakes and wassails, meetings, markets, fairs, and we that sell by gross the Lord doth know have not the grace to grace it with such show. This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve. Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve. I can carve too in lisp.

why this is he that kissed his hand away in courtesy this is the ape of form is sure the nice that when he plays at tables chides the dice in honourable terms nay he can sing a mean most meanly and in ushering mend him who can the ladies call him sweet the stairs as he treads on them kiss his feet

this is the flower that smiles on every one to show his teeth as white as whale's bone and consciousness that will not die in debt pay him the due of honey-tongued boyette a blister on his sweet tongue with my heart that put armado's page out of his part see where it comes behaviour what wert thou till this madman showed thee

and what art thou now all hail sweet madam and fair time of day fair in all hail is foul as i conceive

construe my speeches better if you may. then wish me better. I will give you leave. we came to visit you and propose now to lead you to our court. vouchsafe it then. this field shall hold me and so hold your vow. nor God nor I delight in perjured men. rebuke me not for that which you provoke. the virtue of your eye must break my oath.

You nickname virtue, vice you should have spoke. For virtue's office never breaks men's troth.

Now, by my maiden honour yet as pure, as the unsullied lily I protest, a world of torment so I should endure, I would not yield to be your house's guest. So much I hate a breaking cause to be, of heavenly oaths, vowed with integrity. Oh, you have lived in desolation here, unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.

not so my lord it is not so i swear we have had pastimes here and pleasant game a mess of russians left us but of late how madam russians ay in truth my lord

trim gallants full of courtship and of state madame speak true it is not so my lord my lady to the manner of the days in courtesy gives undeserving praise we four indeed confronted were with four in russian habit here they stayed an hour and talked apace and

in that hour my lord they did not bless us with one happy word i dare not call them fools but this i think when they are thirsty fools would fain have drink this jest is dry to me fair gentle sweet your wit makes wise things foolish

When we greet with eyes best seen, heaven's fiery eye, by light we lose light. Your capacity is of that nature that to your huge store wise things seem foolish and rich things but poor. This proves you wise and rich, for in my eye— I am a fool and full of poverty. But that you take what does to you belong. It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue. Oh—

I am yours, and all that I possess. All the fool mine. I cannot give you less. Which of the wizards was it that you wore? Where? When? What wizard? Why demand you this? There, then, that wizard, that superfluous case that hid the worse and showed the better face. We are descried. They'll mock us now downright. Let us confess and turn it into a jest.

amaz'd my lord why looks your highness sad helpe hold his brows he'll swound why look you pale seasick i think coming from muscovy thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury can any face of brass hold longer out

here stand i lady dart thy skill at me bruise me with scorn confound me with a flout thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit and i will wish thee never more to dance nor never more in russian habit wait oh never will i trust to speeches penned nor to the motion of a schoolboy's tongue nor never come in wizard to my friend

nor woo in rhyme like a blind harper's song taffeta phrases silken terms precise three piled hyperboles spruce affectation figures pedantical these summer flies have blown me full of maggot ostentation I do forswear them

and I here protest by this white glove how white the hand God knows henceforth my wooing mind shall be expressed in russet gaze and honest curzy nose and to begin wench so God help me la my love to thee is sound sans crack or flaw sans sans I pray you yet I have a trick of the old rage bear with me I am sick

i'll leave it by degrees soft let us see write lord have mercy on us and those three they are infected in their heart it lies they have the plague in cotlet of your eyes

These lords are visited. You are not free, for the lord's tokens on you do I see. No, they are free that gave these tokens to us. Our states are forfeit. Seek not to undo us. It is not so, for how can this be true that you stand forfeit, being those that sue? Peace, for I will not have to do with you. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.

Speak for yourself, my wit is at an end. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude transgression, some fair excuse. See, fairest is confession. Were not you here but even now disguised? Madam, I was. And were you well advised? I was fair, madam.

when you then were here what did you whisper in your lady's ear that more than all the world i did respect her when she shall challenge this you will reject her

Upon mine honor, no. Peace, peace, forbear. Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear. Despise me when I break this oath of mine. I will, and therefore keep it.

roseline what did the russian whisper in your ear madame he swore that he did hold me dear as precious eyesight and did value me above this world adding thereto moreover that he would wed me or else die my lover god give thee joy of him the noble lord most honourably doth uphold his word

what mean you madam by my life my troth i never swore this lady such an oath by heaven you did and to confirm it plain you gave me this but take it sir again my faith and this the princess i did give i knew her by this jewel on her sleeve pardon me sir this jewel did she wear

and lord berowne i think him is my dear what will you have me or your pearl again lord berowne neither of either i remit both twain i see the trick

here was a consent knowing aforehand of our merriment to dash it like a christmas comedy some carry-tale some please man some slight zany some mumble-doos some trencher knight some dick that smiles his cheek in years and knows the trick to make my lady laugh when she's disposed told our intents before which once disclosed the ladies did change favours and then we following the signs would but the sign of she

now to our perjury to add more terror we are again forsworn in will and error much upon this it is to poyette and might not you forestall our sport to make us thus untrue do you not know my lady's foot the square and laugh upon the apple of her eye and stand between her back sir and the fire holding a trencher jesting merrily

You put our page out. Go, you are allowed. Die when you will. A smock shall be your shroud. You leer upon me, do you? There's an eye wounds like a leaden sword. Ha, ha, ha. Fulner really has his brave manage. This career been run. Lo, he is tilting straight. Peace, I have done. Enter Kostad.

Welcome, pure wit, thou parts the fair fray. Oh, lord, sir, they would know whether the three worthies can come in or no. What, are there but three? No, sir, but it's very fine, for every one percents three. And three times thrice is nine. No.

"'Not so, sir. Under correction, sir. I hope it is not so. You cannot beg us, sir. I can assure you, sir, we know what we know. I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir—' "'Is not nine?' "'Under correction, sir. We know where until it doth amount.' "'By Jove, I always took three threes for nine.' "'Oh, Lord, sir, it were pity you should get your living by reckoning, sir.'

how much is it oh lords sir the parties themselves the actors sir will show where until it doth amount for mine own part i am as they say but to perfect one man in one poor man pompion the great sir

thou one of the worthies. It pleased them to think me worthy of Pompey in the great. For mine own part, I know not the degree of the worthy, but I am to stand for him. Go bid them prepare. We will turn it finally off, sir. We will take some care. Exit. Be ruined. They will shame us. Let them not approach.

We are shame-proof, my lord, and tis some policy to have one show worse of the kings than his company. I say there shall not come. Nay, my good lord, let me all rule you now. That sport best pleases that doth least know how, where zeal strives to content, and ze contents dies in ze zeal of that which it presents.

A right description of our sport, my lord.

Enter Armado. Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy royal sweet breath as will utter a brace of words. Converses apart with the king and delivers him a paper. Doth this man serve God? Why ask you? He speaks not like a man of God's making. That is all, my fair, sweet honey monarch.

for i protest the schoolmaster is exceeding fantastical too too vain too too vain but we will put it as they say to fortuna della guerra i wish you the peace of mind most royal

There is five at the first show.

You are deceived, tis not so. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest, the fool, and the boy, are made throw at Novum, and the whole world again cannot pick out five such, take each one in his vein. The ship is under sail, and here she comes amain. Enter Kostard for Pompey.

Oi, Pompey M. You will lie. You are not he. Oi, Pompey M. With Leber's head on me. Well said, old mocker. I must need to be friends with thee.

i pompey am pompey surnamed the big the great it is great sir pompey surnamed the great that oft in field with targue and shield did make my foe to sweat and travelling along the coast i here am come by chance and lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of france

If your lady should say, 'Thanks, Pompey,' I had done. Great thanks, great Pompey. It is not much worth, but I hope I was perfect. I made a little fault in great. My hat to a halfpenny Pompey proves the best worthy. Enter Sir Nathaniel for Alexander. When in the world I lived, I was the world's commander.

By east, west, north and south I spread my conquering might.

"'My Scotch and plain declares that I am Alexander. "'Your nose says no, you are not, for it stands to right.' "'Your nose smells, though, in this most tender-smelling night.' "'The concours dismayed. Proceed, good Alexander.' "'When in the world I lived, I was the world's commander.'

"My truth is right. You were so, Alisander!" "Poppy the Great." "Your servant and Costard." "Take away the conqueror. Take away Alisander." Costard to Sir Nathaniel: "Oh, sir, you have overthrown Alisander the Conqueror. You will be scraped out of the painted cloth for this. Your lion, that holds his poleaxe sitting on a close stool, will be given to Ajax.

"'He will be the ninth worthy, a conqueror and a fear to speak. "'Run away for shame, Alessandra!' Nathaniel retires. "'There, Ant shall please you.' "'A foolish, mild man, an honest man, look you, and soon dashed. "'He's a marvellous good neighbour, Faith, and a very good bowler. "'But for Alessandra, alas, you see how tis, a little all partied.'

But they are worthy to coming will speak their mind in some other sort. Stand aside, good Pompey. Enter Holophanes for Judas and Mote for Hercules. A great Hercules is presented by this imp, whose club killed Cerberus, that three-headed canis, and when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp.

thus did he strangle serpents in his manes quonium he seemeth in minority ergo i come with this apology keep some state in thy exit and vanish mote retires judas i am a judas not iscariot sir

Judas, I am Eclipt Maccabeus. Judas Maccabeus dipped this plain Judas. A kissing traitor. How art thou proved, Judas? Judas, I am... The more shame for you, Judas. What mean you, sir? To make Judas hang himself. Begin, sir. You are my elder. Well followed. Judas was hanged on an elder.

I will not be put out of countenance. Because thou hast no face. What is this? A cittern head. The head of a bodkin. A death's face in a ring. The face of an old Roman queen scarce seen. The bummer of Caesar's fashion. The carved bone face on a flask. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch.

aye and in a brooch of lead aye and worn in the cap of a tooth drawer and now forward for we have put thee in countenance you have put me out of countenance false we have given thee faces but you have out-faced them all

and thou wert a lion we would do so therefore is he then ass let him go and so adieu sweet jude nay why dost thou stay for the letter end of his name for the ass to the jude give it him jude ass away this is not generous not gentle not humble unlike for monsieur judas it grows dark he may stumble

Holophanes retires. Alas, poor Machabee! How hath he been baited? Enter Armado for Hector. Hide thy head, Achilles. Here comes Hector in arms. Though my mocks come home by me, I will now be merry. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this. What is this, Hector? I think Hector was not so clean-timbered.

his leg is too big for hector's more calf certain no he is best endued in the small this cannot be hector he's a god or a painter for he makes faces the omnipotent mars of lancis the almighty gave hector a gift a gilt nutmeg a lemon stuck with cloves no cloven peace

the omnipotent mars of lances the almighty gave hector a gift the heir of ilion a man so brave that certain he would fight yea from morn till night out of his pavilion

i am that flower that mint that columbine sweet lord longevie will uprain thy tongue i must rather give it the rein for it runs against hector ay and hector's a greyhound the sweet warman is dead unwrothen sweet charx beat not the bones of the barry when he breathed he was a man

but i will forward with my device sweet royalty bestow on me the sense of hearing speak boy vector we are much delighted i do adore thy sweet grace's slipper loves her by the foot

he may not by the yard. This Hector, far surmounted Hannibal. The party's gone, fellow Hector. She is gone. She is two months on her way. What meanest thou? Faith, unless you play the honest Troyan, the poor wench is cast away. She's quick. The child brags in her belly already. Tis yours. Dost thou infamise me, young man, potentates?

thou shalt die then shall hector be whipped for jaconetta that is quick by him and hanged for pompey that is dead by him most rare pompey renowned pompey greater than great great great great pompey pompey the huge hector trembles pompey is moved more atties more atties stir them on stir them on hector will challenge him

If I have no more man's blood in's belly, then we'll supper flee. By the north pole I do challenge thee. I will not fight with a pole like a northern man. I'll slash. I'll do it by the sword, I pray you. Let me borrow my arms again. Room for the incensed worthies. I'll do it in my shirt. Most resolute Pompey.

master let me take you a button-hole lower do you not see pompey is uncasing for the combat what mean you you will lose your reputation pompey gentlemen and soldiers pardon me

I will not combat in my shirt. You may not deny it. Pompey hath made the challenge. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. What reason have you for it? The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt.

i go wallward for penance true and it was enjoyed him in rome for want of linen since when i'll be sworn he wore none but the dishcloth of jackie nedd's and that well's next it's out for a favour enter marquade god save you madam welcome marquade but that thou interrupted our merriment i am sorry madam for the news i bring is heavy in my tongue

The king, your father? Dead for my life. Even so, my tale is told. Worthies, away. The scene begins to cloud. For mine own part, I breathe free breath. I have seen a day of wrong through the little hole of discretion.

and i will write myself like a soldier exeunt worthies how fares your majesty boyette prepare i wheel away to-night madam not so

I do beseech you, stay. Prepare, I say. I thank you, gracious lords, for all your fair endeavors, and entreat, out of a new sad soul, that you vouchsafe in your rich wisdom to excuse or hide the liberal opposition of our spirits. If overboldly we have borne ourselves in the converse of breath, your gentleness was guilty of it.

farewell worthy lord a heavy heart bears not an humble tongue excuse me so coming too short of thanks for my great suit so easily obtained the extreme parts of time extremely forms all causes to the purpose of his speed and often at his very loose decides that which long process could not arbitrate

and through the mourning brow of progeny forbid the smiling courtesy of love the holy suit which fain it would convince yet since love's argument was first on foot let not the cloud of sorrow jostle it from what it purposed

Since to wail friends lost is not by much so wholesome profitable as to rejoice at friends but newly found. I understand you not. My griefs are double. Honest plain words best pierce the air of grief, and by these badges understand the king. For your fair sakes have we neglected time, played foul play with our oaths,

"'Your beauty, ladies, hath much deformed us, "'fashioning our humours even to the opposed end of our intents, "'and what in us hath seemed ridiculous, "'as love is full of unbefitting strains, "'all wanted as a child, skipping and vain, "'formed by the eye, and therefore like the eye, "'full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, "'varying in subjects, as the eye doth roll "'to every varied object in its glance.'

which party-coated presence of loose love put on by us, if in your heavenly eyes have misbecome our oaths and gravities, those heavenly eyes that look into these faults suggested us to make. Therefore, ladies, our love being yours, the error that love makes is likewise yours. We to ourselves prove false by being once false forever to be true to those that make us both false.

fair ladies you and even that falsehood in itself a sin that purifies itself and turns to grace we have received your letters full of love your favours the ambassadors of love

And in our maiden council, rated them, at courtship, pleasant jest and courtesy, as bombast and as lining to the time, but more devout than this in our respects, have we not been, and therefore met your loves in their own fashion, like a merriment. Our letters, madam, showed much more than jest. So did our looks. We did not quote them so. Now, atonement.

at the latest minute of the hour grant us your loves it time methinks too short to make a world without end bargain e'en no no my lord your grace is perjur'd much

full of dear guiltiness, and therefore this, if for my love has there is no such cause, you will do aught, this shall you do for me, your oath I will not trust, but go with speed to some forlorn and naked hermitage, remote from all the pleasures of the world, there stay until the twelve celestial signs have brought about the annual reckoning,

If this austere and sociable life Change not your offer made in heat of blood If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and zin weeds Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love But that it bears this trial and last love Then at the expiration of the year Come challenge me Challenge me by these deserts And by this virgin palm now kissing zine

i will be zine until that instant shut my woful self up in a morning ouse raining ze tears of lamentation for ze remembrance of my father's death if this thou do deny let our hands part neither entitled in ze other's heart if this or more than this i would deny

to flatter up these powers of mine with rest the sudden hand of death close up mine eye hence ever then my heart is in thy breast and what's me my love

and what to we you must be purged too your sins are wrecked you are attained with faults and perjury therefore if you my favour mean to get a twelvemonth shall you spend and never rest but seek the weary beds of people sick but what to me my love but what to me a wife a beard fair health and honesty

With threefold love I wish you all these three. Oh, shall I say I thank you, gentle wife. Not so, my lord. Twelve month and a day I'll mark no words that smooth-faced wooers say. Come when the king doth to my lady come. Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some.

I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. Yet swear not, lest ye be forsworn again. What says Maria? At the twelve-month's end I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. I'll stay with patience, but the time is long. The lack of you, few Torah are so young. Studies, my lady, mistress, look on me.

behold the window of my heart mine eye what humble suit attends thy answer there impose some service on me for thy love often have i heard of you my lord berune before i saw you and the world's large tongue proclaims you for a man replete with mocks full of comparisons and wounding flouts which you on all estates will execute that lie within the mercy of your wit

to weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain and therewithal to win me if you please without the which i am not to be won you shall this twelvemonth term from day to day visit the speechless sick and still converse with groaning wretches and your task shall be with all the fierce endeavour of your wit to enforce the pained impotent to smile to move wild laughter at the throat of death

it cannot be it is impossible mirth cannot move a soul in agony why that's the way to choke a gibing spirit whose influence is begot of that loose grace which shallow laughing hearers give to fools a jest's prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it never in the tongue of him that makes it

then if sickly ears deft with the clamors of their own dear groans will hear your idle scorns continue then and i will have you and that fault withal but if they will not throw away that spirit and i shall find you empty of that fault right joyful of your reformation a twelvemonth well befall what will befall

all just a twelvemonth in an hospital princess to the king ay sweet my lord and so i take my leave no madam we will bring you on your way our wooing doth not end like an old play jack hath not jill

These ladies' courtesy might well have made our sport a comedy. Come, sir. It wants twelve month and a day. And then twill end. That's too long for a play. Re-enter Amado. Sweet Majesty, vouchsafe me. Was not that Hector? The worthy knight of Troy. I will kiss thy royal finger and take leave. I am a votary.

i have vowed to giaconetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three years but most esteemed grannis will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men have compiled in praise of the owl and the cuckoo it should have followed in the end of our show alicia call them forth quickly we will do so

Approach. Re-enter Holophanes, Nathaniel, Mote, Costard, and others. This side is Hyams. Winter. This there the spring. The one maintained by the owl, the other by the cuckoo. There begin. When daisies pied and violets blew, and ladies' smocks all silver-white,

of yellow hue do paint the meadows with delights. Then on every tree mocks married men for the sings he. Heard of fear, unpleasing to hear, when shepherd on oaten straws and merry larks are plowman's claws.

When turtles tread and rooks and daws, and maidens bleach their summer small, who then on every tree mocks married men, for thus sings he. Cuckoo, word of fear, unpleasing too.

When icicles hang by the wall, and Dick the shepherd blows his nail, and Tom bears logs into the hall, and milk comes frozen home in pail, when blood is nipped and waste be foul, then nightly sings the staring owl.

to wit to who a merry note while greasy joan doth keel the pot

when all aloud the wind doth blow and coughing drowns the parson's soul and birds see brooding in the snow and marian's nose looks red and raw when roasted crabs hiss in the bowl then nightly sings the staring owl to wit to

a merry note while greasy joan doth keel the pot the words of mercury are harsh after the songs of apollo you that way we this way exeunt end of act five

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