Love’s Labour’s Lost
Act 1, Scene 2
The King of Navarre’s park.
- Enter Armado and Moth, his page.
Armado2 - 3
- Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit grows
- A great sign, sir, that he will look sad.
- Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing, dear imp.
- No, no, O Lord, sir, no.
Armado7 - 8
- How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, my tender
Moth9 - 10
- By a familiar demonstration of the working, my tough
- Why tough signior? Why tough signior?
- Why tender juvenal? Why tender juvenal?
Armado13 - 15
- I spoke it tender juvenal as a congruent epitheton
- appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate
Moth16 - 17
- And I tough signior as an appertinent title to your old
- time, which we may name tough.
- Pretty and apt.
Moth19 - 20
- How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my saying apt? Or I apt,
- and my saying pretty?
- Thou pretty, because little.
- Little pretty, because little. Wherefore apt?
- And therefore apt, because quick.
- Speak you 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 heat’st my blood.
- I am answer’d, sir.
- I love not to be cross’d.
Moth32 - 33
- He speaks the mere contrary, crosses love not him.
- I have promised to study three years with the Duke.
- You may do it in an hour, sir.
- How many is one thrice told?
- I am ill at reck’ning, 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.
Moth41 - 42
- 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.
Moth46 - 49
- 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!
Moth51 - 52
- To prove you a cipher.
Armado53 - 60
- 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 humor of affection would
- deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take
- Desire prisoner, and ransom him to any French courtier for a
- new devis’d cur’sy. I think scorn to sigh; methinks I should
- outswear Cupid. Comfort me, boy: what great men have been in
- Hercules, master.
Armado62 - 64
- Most sweet Hercules! More authority, dear boy, name more;
- and, sweet my child, let them be men of good repute and
Moth65 - 67
- Sampson, 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.
Armado68 - 70
- O well-knit Sampson, strong-jointed Sampson! I do excel thee
- in my rapier as much as thou didst me in carrying gates. I
- am in love too. Who was Sampson’s love, my dear Moth?
- A woman, master.
- Of what complexion?
Moth73 - 74
- Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or one of the
- Tell me precisely of what complexion.
- Of the sea-water green, sir.
- Is that one of the four complexions?
- As I have read, sir, and the best of them too.
Armado79 - 81
- Green indeed is the color of lovers; but to have a love of
- that color, methinks Sampson had small reason for it. He
- surely affected her for her wit.
- It was so, sir, for she had a green wit.
- My love is most immaculate white and red.
Moth84 - 85
- Most maculate thoughts, master, are mask’d under such
- Define, define, well-educated infant.
- My father’s wit and my mother’s tongue assist me!
- Sweet invocation of a child, most pretty and pathetical!
Moth89 - 97
- If she be made of white and red,
- Her faults will ne’er be known,
- For blush in 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 ballet, boy, of the King and the Beggar?
Moth99 - 101
- The world was very guilty of such a ballet some three ages
- since, but I think now ’tis not to be found; or if it were,
- it would neither serve for the writing nor the tune.
Armado102 - 105
- I will have that subject newly writ o’er, that I may example
- my digression by some mighty president. Boy, I do love that
- country girl that I took in the park with the rational hind
- Costard. She deserves well.
Moth106 - 107
- To be whipt; and yet a better love than my master.
- Sing, boy, my spirit grows heavy in love.
- And that’s great marvel, loving a light wench.
- I say, sing.
- Forbear till this company be past.
- Enter Clown Costard, Constable Dull, and Wench Jaquenetta.
Dull113 - 117
- Sir, the Duke’s pleasure is that you keep Costard safe, and
- you must suffer him to take no delight nor no penance, but
- ’a must fast three days a week. For this damsel, I must keep
- her at the park; she is allow’d for the dey-woman. Fare you
- I do betray myself with blushing. Maid.
- I will visit thee at the lodge.
- That’s hereby.
- I know where it is situate.
- Lord, how wise you are!
- I will tell thee wonders.
- With that face?
- I love thee.
- So I heard you say.
- And so farewell.
- Fair weather after you!
- Come, Jaquenetta, away.
- Exeunt Dull and Jaquenetta.
Armado132 - 133
- Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offenses ere thou be
Costard134 - 135
- Well, sir, I hope when I do it I shall do it on a full
- Thou shalt be heavily punished.
Costard137 - 138
- 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.
- No, sir, that were fast and loose; thou shalt to prison.
Costard143 - 144
- Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation that I
- have seen, some shall see.
- What shall some see?
Costard146 - 149
- Nay, nothing, Master Moth, but what they look upon. It is
- not for prisoners to be too silent in their words, and
- therefore I will say nothing. I thank God I have as little
- patience as another man, and therefore I can be quiet.
- Exit with Moth.
Armado151 - 167
- I do affect the very ground (which is base) where her shoe
- (which is baser) guided by her foot (which is basest) doth
- tread. I shall be forsworn (which is a great argument of
- falsehood) if I love. And how can that be true love, which
- is falsely attempted? Love is a familiar; Love is a devil;
- there is no evil angel but Love. Yet was Sampson so tempted,
- and he had an excellent strength; yet was Salomon so
- seduced, and he had a very good wit. Cupid’s butt-shaft is
- too hard for Hercules’ club, and therefore too much odds for
- a Spaniard’s rapier. The first and second cause will not
- serve my turn; the passado he respects not, the duello he
- regards not: his disgrace is to be called boy, but his glory
- is to subdue men. Adieu, valor, rust, rapier, be still,
- drum, for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Assist
- me, some extemporal god of rhyme, for I am sure I shall turn
- sonnet. Devise, wit, write, pen, for I am for whole volumes
- in folio.