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Love’s Labour’s Lost: Act 4, Scene 3

Love’s Labour’s Lost
Act 4, Scene 3

The King of Navarre’s park.

  1. Enter Berowne with a paper in his hand, alone.

Berowne

2 - 18
  1. The King he is hunting the deer: I am coursing myself. They
  2. have pitch’d a toil: I am toiling in a pitchpitch that
  3. defilesdefile! A foul word. Well, set thee down, sorrow!”
  4. for so they say the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool:
  5. well prov’d, wit! By the Lord, this love is as mad as Ajax.
  6. It kills sheep; it kills me, I a sheep: well prov’d again a’
  7. my side! I will not love; if I do, hang me; i’ faith, I will
  8. not. O but her eyeby this light, but for her eye, I would
  9. not love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in
  10. the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven, I do
  11. love, and it hath taught me to rhyme and to be melancholy;
  12. and here is part of my rhyme, and here my melancholy. Well,
  13. she hath one a’ my sonnets already: the clown bore it, the
  14. fool sent it, and the lady hath it: sweet clown, sweeter
  15. fool, sweetest lady! By the world, I would not care a pin,
  16. if the other three were in. Here comes one with a paper, God
  17. give him grace to groan!
  1. He stands aside, climbing into a tree.
  1. The King ent’reth with a paper.

King

21
  1. Ay me!

Berowne

22 - 24
  1. Aside.
  2. Shot, by heaven! Proceed, sweet Cupid, thou hast thump’d him
  3. with thy bird-bolt under the left pap. In faith, secrets!

King

25 - 45
  1. Reads.
  2. So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not
  3. To those fresh morning drops upon the rose,
  4. As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote
  5. The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows;
  6. Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright
  7. Through the transparent bosom of the deep,
  8. As doth thy face through tears of mine give light.
  9. Thou shin’st in every tear that I do weep,
  10. No drop but as a coach doth carry thee;
  11. So ridest thou triumphing in my woe.
  12. Do but behold the tears that swell in me,
  13. And they thy glory through my grief will show.
  14. But do not love thyself, then thou wilt keep
  15. My tears for glasses, and still make me weep.
  16. O queen of queens, how far dost thou excel
  17. No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell.”
  18. How shall she know my griefs? I’ll drop the paper.
  19. Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here?
  20. Enter Longaville with a paper. The King steps aside.
  21. What, Longaville, and reading! Listen, ear.

Berowne

46 - 47
  1. Aside.
  2. Now in thy likeness, one more fool appear!

Longaville

48
  1. Ay me, I am forsworn!

Berowne

49 - 50
  1. Aside.
  2. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wearing papers.

King

51 - 52
  1. Aside.
  2. In love, I hopesweet fellowship in shame.

Berowne

53 - 54
  1. Aside.
  2. One drunkard loves another of the name.

Longaville

55
  1. Am I the first that have been perjur’d so?

Berowne

56 - 59
  1. Aside.
  2. I could put thee in comfort: not by two that I know.
  3. Thou makest the triumphery, the corner-cap of society,
  4. The shape of love’s Tyburn that hangs up simplicity.

Longaville

60 - 62
  1. I fear these stubborn lines lack power to move.
  2. O sweet Maria, empress of my love,
  3. These numbers will I tear, and write in prose!

Berowne

63 - 65
  1. Aside.
  2. O, rhymes are guards on wanton Cupid’s hose:
  3. Disfigure not his shop.

Longaville

66 - 81
  1.                         This same shall go.
  2. He reads the sonnet.
  3. Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye,
  4. ’Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,
  5. Persuade my heart to this false perjury?
  6. Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment.
  7. A woman I forswore, but I will prove,
  8. Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee.
  9. My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love;
  10. Thy grace being gain’d cures all disgrace in me.
  11. Vows are but breath, and breath a vapor is;
  12. Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost shine,
  13. Exhal’st this vapor-vow; in thee it is.
  14. If broken then, it is no fault of mine:
  15. If by me broke, what fool is not so wise
  16. To lose an oath to win a paradise?”

Berowne

82 - 85
  1. Aside.
  2. This is the liver-vein, which makes flesh a deity,
  3. A green goose a goddess; pure, pure idolatry.
  4. God amend us, God amend! We are much out a’ th’ way.
  1. Enter Dumaine with a paper.

Longaville

87
  1. By whom shall I send this?—Company? Stay.
  1. Steps aside.

Berowne

89 - 94
  1. Aside.
  2. All hid, all hid,” an old infant play.
  3. Like a demigod here sit I in the sky,
  4. And wretched fools’ secrets heedfully o’er-eye.
  5. More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish!
  6. Dumaine transformed! Four woodcocks in a dish!

Dumaine

95
  1. O most divine Kate!

Berowne

96 - 97
  1. Aside.
  2. O most profane coxcomb!

Dumaine

98
  1. By heaven, the wonder in a mortal eye!

Berowne

99 - 100
  1. Aside.
  2. By earth, she is not, corporal, there you lie.

Dumaine

101
  1. Her amber hairs for foul hath amber coted.

Berowne

102 - 103
  1. Aside.
  2. An amber-color’d raven was well noted.

Dumaine

104
  1. As upright as the cedar.

Berowne

105 - 107
  1. Aside.
  2.                          Stoop, I say,
  3. Her shoulder is with child.

Dumaine

108
  1.                             As fair as day.

Berowne

109 - 110
  1. Aside.
  2. Ay, as some days, but then no sun must shine.

Dumaine

111
  1. O that I had my wish!

Longaville

112 - 113
  1. Aside.
  2.                       And I had mine!

King

114 - 115
  1. Aside.
  2. And mine too, good Lord!

Berowne

116 - 117
  1. Aside.
  2. Amen, so I had mine. Is not that a good word?

Dumaine

118 - 119
  1. I would forget her, but a fever she
  2. Reigns in my blood, and will rememb’red be.

Berowne

120 - 122
  1. Aside.
  2. A fever in your blood! Why then incision
  3. Would let her out in saucers. Sweet misprision!

Dumaine

123
  1. Once more I’ll read the ode that I have writ.

Berowne

124 - 125
  1. Aside.
  2. Once more I’ll mark how love can vary wit.

Dumaine

126 - 152
  1. Reads his sonnet.
  2. On a dayalack the day!—
  3. Love, whose month is ever May,
  4. Spied a blossom passing fair
  5. Playing in the wanton air:
  6. Through the velvet leaves the wind,
  7. All unseen, can passage find;
  8. That the lover, sick to death,
  9. Wish’d himself the heavens’ breath.
  10. Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;
  11. Air, would I might triumph so!
  12. But, alack, my hand is sworn
  13. ne’er to pluck thee from thy thorn;
  14. Vow, alack, for youth unmeet,
  15. Youth so apt to pluck a sweet.
  16. Do not call it sin in me,
  17. That I am forsworn for thee;
  18. Thou for whom Jove would swear
  19. Juno but an Ethiop were,
  20. And deny himself for Jove,
  21. Turning mortal for thy love.”
  22. This will I send and something else more plain
  23. That shall express my true love’s fasting pain.
  24. O would the King, Berowne, and Longaville
  25. Were lovers too! Ill, to example ill,
  26. Would from my forehead wipe a perjur’d note:
  27. For none offend where all alike do dote.

Longaville

153 - 157
  1. Advancing.
  2. Dumaine, thy love is far from charity,
  3. That in love’s grief desir’st society:
  4. You may look pale, but I should blush, I know,
  5. To be o’erheard and taken napping so.

King

158 - 180
  1. Advancing.
  2. Come, sir, you blush; as his your case is such;
  3. You chide at him, offending twice as much.
  4. You do not love Maria? Longaville
  5. Did never sonnet for her sake compile,
  6. Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart
  7. His loving bosom to keep down his heart.
  8. I have been closely shrouded in this bush
  9. And mark’d you both, and for you both did blush.
  10. I heard your guilty rhymes, observ’d your fashion,
  11. Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion.
  12. Ay me!” says one, O Jove!” the other cries;
  13. One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other’s eyes.
  14. To Longaville.
  15. You would for paradise break faith and troth,
  16. To Dumaine.
  17. And Jove for your love would infringe an oath.
  18. What will Berowne say when that he shall hear
  19. Faith infringed, which such zeal did swear?
  20. How will he scorn! How will he spend his wit!
  21. How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it!
  22. For all the wealth that ever I did see,
  23. I would not have him know so much by me.

Berowne

181 - 205
  1. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.
  2. Descending and advancing.
  3. Ah, good my liege, I pray thee pardon me!
  4. Good heart, what grace hast thou thus to reprove
  5. These worms for loving, that art most in love?
  6. Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tears
  7. There is no certain princess that appears;
  8. You’ll not be perjur’d, ’tis a hateful thing;
  9. Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting!
  10. But are you not asham’d? Nay, are you not,
  11. All three of you, to be thus much o’ershot?
  12. You found his mote, the King your mote did see;
  13. But I a beam do find in each of three.
  14. O, what a scene of fool’ry have I seen,
  15. Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen!
  16. O me, with what strict patience have I sat,
  17. To see a king transformed to a gnat!
  18. To see great Hercules whipping a gig,
  19. And profound Salomon to tune a jig,
  20. And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys,
  21. And critic Timon laugh at idle toys!
  22. Where lies thy grief, O, tell me, good Dumaine?
  23. And, gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain?
  24. And where my liege’s? All about the breast!
  25. A caudle ho!

King

206 - 207
  1.              Too bitter is thy jest.
  2. Are we betrayed thus to thy over-view?

Berowne

208 - 218
  1. Not you by me, but I betrayed to you:
  2. I that am honest, I that hold it sin
  3. To break the vow I am engaged in.
  4. I am betrayed by keeping company
  5. With men like you, men of inconstancy.
  6. When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme,
  7. Or groan for Joan, or spend a minute’s time
  8. In pruning me? When shall you hear that I
  9. Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye,
  10. A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist,
  11. A leg, a limb

King

219 - 220
  1.                Soft, whither away so fast?
  2. A true man, or a thief, that gallops so?

Berowne

221
  1. I post from love; good lover, let me go.
  1. Enter Jaquenetta and Clown Costard.

Jaquenetta

223
  1. God bless the King!

King

224
  1.                     What present hast thou there?

Costard

225
  1. Some certain treason.

King

226
  1.                       What makes treason here?

Costard

227
  1. Nay, it makes nothing, sir.

King

228 - 229
  1.                             If it mar nothing neither,
  2. The treason and you go in peace away together.

Jaquenetta

230 - 231
  1. I beseech your Grace let this letter be read:
  2. Our person misdoubts it; ’twas treason, he said.

King

232 - 234
  1. Berowne, read it over.
  2. Berowne reads the letter.
  3.                        Where hadst thou it?

Jaquenetta

235
  1. Of Costard.

King

236
  1.             Where hadst thou it?

Costard

237
  1. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio.
  1. Berowne tears the letter.

King

239
  1. How now, what is in you? Why dost thou tear it?

Berowne

240
  1. A toy, my liege, a toy; your Grace needs not fear it.

Longaville

241
  1. It did move him to passion, and therefore let’s hear it.

Dumaine

242 - 243
  1. Gathering up the pieces.
  2. It is Berowne’s writing, and here is his name.

Berowne

244 - 246
  1. To Costard.
  2. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead, you were born to do me shame.
  3. Guilty, my lord, guilty! I confess, I confess.

King

247
  1. What?

Berowne

248 - 251
  1. That you three fools lack’d me fool to make up the mess.
  2. He, he, and youand you, my liege!—and I,
  3. Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die.
  4. O, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more.

Dumaine

252
  1. Now the number is even.

Berowne

253 - 254
  1.                         True, true, we are four.
  2. Will these turtles be gone?

King

255
  1.                             Hence, sirs, away!

Costard

256
  1. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors stay.
  1. Exeunt Costard and Jaquenetta.

Berowne

258 - 263
  1. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O, let us embrace!
  2. As true we are as flesh and blood can be.
  3. The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face;
  4. Young blood doth not obey an old decree.
  5. We cannot cross the cause why we were born;
  6. Therefore of all hands must we be forsworn.

King

264
  1. What, did these rent lines show some love of thine?

Berowne

265 - 272
  1. Did they, quoth you? Who sees the heavenly Rosaline,
  2. That (like a rude and savage man of Inde),
  3. At the first op’ning of the gorgeous east,
  4. Bows not his vassal head, and strucken blind,
  5. Kisses the base ground with obedient breast?
  6. What peremptory eagle-sighted eye
  7. Dares look upon the heaven of her brow,
  8. That is not blinded by her majesty?

King

273 - 275
  1. What zeal, what fury, hath inspir’d thee now?
  2. My love (her mistress) is a gracious moon,
  3. She (an attending star) scarce seen a light.

Berowne

276 - 290
  1. My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Berowne.
  2. O, but for my love, day would turn to night!
  3. Of all complexions the cull’d sovereignty
  4. Do meet as at a fair in her fair cheek,
  5. Where several worthies make one dignity,
  6. Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek.
  7. Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues
  8. Fie, painted rhetoric! O, she needs it not.
  9. To things of sale a seller’s praise belongs:
  10. She passes praise, then praise too short doth blot.
  11. A wither’d hermit, fivescore winters worn,
  12. Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye:
  13. Beauty doth varnish age, as if new born,
  14. And gives the crutch the cradle’s infancy.
  15. O, ’tis the sun that maketh all things shine!

King

291
  1. By heaven, thy love is black as ebony.

Berowne

292 - 297
  1. Is ebony like her? O wood divine!
  2. A wife of such wood were felicity.
  3. O, who can give an oath? Where is a book?
  4. That I may swear beauty doth beauty lack,
  5. If that she learn not of her eye to look:
  6. No face is fair that is not full so black.

King

298 - 300
  1. O paradox! Black is the badge of hell,
  2. The hue of dungeons, and the school of night;
  3. And beauty’s crest becomes the heavens well.

Berowne

301 - 309
  1. Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of
  2. O, if in black my lady’s brows be deck’d,
  3. It mourns that painting and usurping hair
  4. Should ravish doters with a false aspect:
  5. And therefore is she born to make black fair.
  6. Her favor turns the fashion of the days,
  7. For native blood is counted painting now;
  8. And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise,
  9. Paints itself black, to imitate her brow.

Dumaine

310
  1. To look like her are chimney-sweepers black.

Longaville

311
  1. And since her time are colliers counted bright.

King

312
  1. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion crack.

Dumaine

313
  1. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light.

Berowne

314 - 315
  1. Your mistresses dare never come in rain,
  2. For fear their colors should be wash’d away.

King

316 - 317
  1. ’Twere good yours did; for, sir, to tell you plain,
  2. I’ll find a fairer face not wash’d today.

Berowne

318
  1. I’ll prove her fair, or talk till doomsday here.

King

319
  1. No devil will fright thee then so much as she.

Dumaine

320
  1. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear.

Longaville

321 - 323
  1. Look, here’s thy love,
  2. Showing his boot.
  3. my foot and her face see.

Berowne

324 - 325
  1. O, if the streets were paved with thine eyes,
  2. Her feet were much too dainty for such tread!

Dumaine

326 - 327
  1. O vile! Then as she goes what upward lies
  2. The street should see as she walk’d overhead.

King

328
  1. But what of this, are we not all in love?

Berowne

329
  1. O, nothing so sure, and thereby all forsworn.

King

330 - 331
  1. Then leave this chat, and, good Berowne, now prove
  2. Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn.

Dumaine

332
  1. Ay marry, theresome flattery for this evil.

Longaville

333 - 334
  1. O, some authority how to proceed;
  2. Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil.

Dumaine

335
  1. Some salve for perjury.

Berowne

336 - 413
  1.                         O, ’tis more than need.
  2. Have at you then, affection’s men-at-arms.
  3. Consider what you first did swear unto:
  4. To fast, to study, and to see no woman
  5. Flat treason ’gainst the kingly state of youth.
  6. Say, can you fast? Your stomachs are too young,
  7. And abstinence engenders maladies.
  8. (And where that you have vow’d to study, lords,
  9. In that each of you have forsworn his book,
  10. Can you still dream and pore and thereon look?
  11. For when would you, my lord, or you, or you,
  12. Have found the ground of study’s excellence
  13. Without the beauty of a woman’s face?
  14. From women’s eyes this doctrine I derive:
  15. They are the ground, the books, the academes,
  16. From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.
  17. Why, universal plodding poisons up
  18. The nimble spirits in the arteries,
  19. As motion and long-during action tires
  20. The sinowy vigor of the traveler.
  21. Now for not looking on a woman’s face,
  22. You have in that forsworn the use of eyes,
  23. And study too, the causer of your vow.
  24. For where is any author in the world
  25. Teaches such beauty as a woman’s eye?
  26. Learning is but an adjunct to ourself,
  27. And where we are, our learning likewise is.
  28. Then when ourselves we see in ladies’ eyes,
  29. With ourselves,
  30. Do we not likewise see our learning there?)
  31. O, we have made a vow to study, lords,
  32. And in that vow we have forsworn our books.
  33. For when would you, my liege, or you, or you,
  34. In leaden contemplation have found out
  35. Such fiery numbers as the prompting eyes
  36. Of beauty’s tutors have enrich’d you with?
  37. Other slow arts entirely keep the brain;
  38. And therefore, finding barren practicers,
  39. Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil;
  40. But love, first learned in a lady’s eyes,
  41. Lives not alone immured in the brain,
  42. But with the motion of all elements,
  43. Courses as swift as thought in every power,
  44. And gives to every power a double power,
  45. Above their functions and their offices.
  46. It adds a precious seeing to the eye:
  47. A lover’s eyes will gaze an eagle blind.
  48. A lover’s ear will hear the lowest sound,
  49. When the suspicious head of theft is stopp’d.
  50. Love’s feeling is more soft and sensible
  51. Than are the tender horns of cockled snails.
  52. Love’s tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste.
  53. For valor, is not Love a Hercules,
  54. Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
  55. Subtile as Sphinx, as sweet and musical
  56. As bright Apollo’s lute, strung with his hair.
  57. And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
  58. Make heaven drowsy with the harmony.
  59. Never durst poet touch a pen to write
  60. Until his ink were temp’red with Love’s sighs:
  61. O then his lines would ravish savage ears
  62. And plant in tyrants mild humility.
  63. From women’s eyes this doctrine I derive:
  64. They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
  65. They are the books, the arts, the academes,
  66. That show, contain, and nourish all the world,
  67. Else none at all in aught proves excellent.
  68. Then fools you were these women to forswear,
  69. Or keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools.
  70. For wisdom’s sake, a word that all men love,
  71. Or for love’s sake, a word that loves all men,
  72. Or for men’s sake, the authors of these women,
  73. Or women’s sake, by whom we men are men,
  74. Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves,
  75. Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths.
  76. It is religion to be thus forsworn:
  77. For charity itself fulfills the law,
  78. And who can sever love from charity?

King

414
  1. Saint Cupid, then! And, soldiers, to the field!

Berowne

415 - 417
  1. Advance your standards, and upon them, lords;
  2. Pell-mell, down with them! But be first advis’d,
  3. In conflict that you get the sun of them.

Longaville

418 - 419
  1. Now to plain-dealing, lay these glozes by:
  2. Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France?

King

420 - 421
  1. And win them too; therefore let us devise
  2. Some entertainment for them in their tents.

Berowne

422 - 428
  1. First, from the park let us conduct them thither;
  2. Then homeward every man attach the hand
  3. Of his fair mistress. In the afternoon
  4. We will with some strange pastime solace them,
  5. Such as the shortness of the time can shape,
  6. For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours
  7. Forerun fair Love, strewing her way with flowers.

King

429 - 430
  1. Away, away, no time shall be omitted
  2. That will be time, and may by us be fitted.

Berowne

431 - 435
  1. Allons! Allons!
  2. Sow’d cockle reap’d no corn,
  3. And justice always whirls in equal measure:
  4. Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn;
  5. If so, our copper buys no better treasure.
  1. Exeunt.
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