Early Modern Drama · Character Archetypes

HOLOFERNES

in Love's Labor's Lost — Shakespeare, William

Metadata

PlayLove's Labor's Lost
AuthorShakespeare, William
Year (catalogued)1598
First performance1595
Decade1590s
GenreComedy
Play typeAdult Professional
CompanyLord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Theaterbefore the Court;
Speech prefix(es)Holo. | Ped. | Pedan. | Peda. | Pedant. | Poda.
Words1050
Characters5764
Typicality0.23 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idA68726
BritDrama no.1031
ClusterCluster 7 — Pedants, satyrs & Latin wit

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Full speech

Sir Nathaniel, haud credo. Most barbarous intimation: yet a kind of insinua ion, as it were in via, in way of explication facere: as it were replication, or rather ostentare, to show as it were his inclina cion after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or ratherest unconfirmed fa shion, to insert again my haud credo for a Dear. Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus, Oh thou monster ignorance, How deformed dost thou look. Dictisima goodman Dull, dictisima goodman Dull. The Moon was a month old when Adam was no more. And rought not to fiue-weeks when he came to fivescore. the allusion holds in the Exchange. God comfort thy capacity, I say the allusion holds in the Exchange. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear and extemporal Epy taph on the death of the Dear, and to humour the igno rault called the Dear: the Princess killed a Pricket. I will something affect the letter, for it argues facility. ❧ The prayfull Princess pierced and pricked a pretty pleasing Pricket, Some say a Soar, but not a soar, till now made soar with shooting. The Dogs did yell, put ell to Soar, then Sorell jumps from thicket: Or Pricket-sore, or else Sorell, the people fallen a hooting. If Soar be soar, then el to Soar, makes fifty sores oh sorell: Of one soar I and hundred make by adding but one more I. Sir, I praise the L. for you, and so may my parishi oners, for their Sons are well tuterd by you, and their Daughters profit very greatly under you: you are a good member of the common wealth. I sir, and very learned. Sir you have done this in the fear of God very reli giously: and as a certain Father says The Dear was (as you know) sanguis in blood, ripe as the Pomwater, who now hangs Like a Jewel in the ear of Celo the sky, the welken the heaven, & anon falls Like a Crab on the face of Terra, the soil, the land, the earth. Sir Holofernes, this Berowne is one of the Votaries with the King, and here he hath framed a letter to a sequent 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: stay not thy compliment, I forgive thy duty, adue. Sir tell not me of the Father, I do fear colourable colours. But to return to the Verses, Did they please you sir Nathaniel? Novi hominum tanquam to, His humour is lofty, his discourse peremptory: his tongue filed, his eye ambitious, his gate majestical, and his general behaviour vain, redicu lous, & thrasonical. He is too picked, to spruce, too affected, to odd as it were, too peregrinate as I may call it. Most military sir salutation. Alone, we will employ thee. You find not the apostrophes, and so miss the accent. Let me supervise the cangenet. Not Iscariot sir. Judas I am, ecliped Machabaeus. Begin sir, you are my elder. I will not be put out of countenance. What is this? This is not generous, not gentle, not humble. I do dine to day at the father's of a certain pupil of mine, where if (before repast) 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 bien venuto, where I will prove those Verses to be very un learned, neither savouring of Poetry, wit, nor invention. I beseech your society. And certes the text most infallibly concludes it. Sir I do invite you too, you shall not say me nay: pauca verba. Away, the gentles are at their game, and we will to our re creation. He draws out the thread of his verbosity, finer then the staple of his argument. I abhor such phanatticall phantasims, such insociable and point devise companions, such rackers of ortagriphie, as to speak out fine, when he should say doubt; debt, when he should pronounce debt; debt, not debt: he clepes a Calf, Cause: half, haufe: neighbour vocatur neighbour; neigh abbreviated ne: this is abominable, which he would call abominable, it insinuates me of in famy: inteligis domine, to make frantic lunatic? B me boon for boon presci n, a little scratched, 'twill serve. Video, et gaudio. Quàri Chirra, not Sirrah? Quis quis thou Consonant? I will repeat them: a e I. What is the figure? What is the figure? Thou disputes Like and Infant: go whip thy Gigg. O I smell false Latin, dunghel for unguem. Or Mons the hill. I do sans question. The posterior of the day, most generous sir, is liable, congruent, and measurable for the after noon: the word is well could, chosen, sweet, & apt I do assure you sir, I do assure. Sir, you shall present before her the Nine Worthies. Sir Holofernes, as concerning some entertainment of time, some show in the posterior of this day, to be rended by our assistants the Kings command, and this most gallant ill lustrate and learned Gentleman, before the Princess: I say none so fit as to present the nine Worthies. Joshua, your self, my self, and this gallant Gentle man Judas Machabaeus ; this Swain (because of his great limb or joint) shall pass Pompey the great, the Page Hercules. Shall I have audience? He shall present Hercules in minority: his enter and exit shall be strangling a Snake; and I will have and Apology for that purpose. I will play three my self. We attend. Ʋ In goodman Dull, thou hast spoken no word all this while. Most Dull, honest Dull, to our sport: away. Great Hercules is presented by this Imp, Whose Clubb killed Cerberus that three headed Canus, And when he was a babe, a child, a shrimpe, Thus did he strangle Serpents in his Manus, Quoniam, he seems in minority, Ergo, I come with this Apology. Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish. Judas I am. Judas I am. What mean you sir? You have put me out of countenance. But you have outfaste them all. Satis quid sufficit. Ba, puericia with a horn added.

Plot summary

Plot — Love's Labor's Lost
The King of Navarre has proclaimed a three-year period of study during which his courtiers must live abstemiously and refrain from seeing women; no woman may even approach the court. Unfortunately the Princess of France is due to arrive on a diplomatic mission concerning a dispute over money and territory, and the King is forced to meet her; however, the evidence in support of France’s claim against Navarre has not arrived, and the issue is deferred. Costard is caught canoodling with Jaquenetta and is remitted to Don Armado’s custody. Armado is himself enamoured of Jaquenetta, and sends Costard to her with a love-letter. Biron also pays Costard to carry a similar letter to his love, Rosaline, and Costard mixes up the two letters. Armado’s causes amusement to the French ladies when they receive it; Biron’s causes embarrassment to himself when, directed by Holofernes, Jaquenetta brings it to the King just after Biron has attacked him and the other lords for falling in love. Biron argues the illegitimacy of their original vows, and they set about wooing the ladies, first with gifts, then by appearing in a masque of Russians. The ladies confound the latter by wearing masks themselves and swapping gifts so that each lord woos the wrong lady; they also refuse to dance. Don Armado and the locals offer the court a pageant of the Nine Worthies, devised by the schoolmaster: it is mocked by the lords and breaks up in confusion when Costard accuses Don Armado of fathering the pregnant Jaquenetta’s baby. News then arrives that the King of France is dead. The lords propose marriage to the ladies, who refuse: the court of France is in mourning, and the lords must wait a year; given particular conditions by their ladies, the King will spend it in a hermitage and Biron trying vainly to entertain dying men. The play ends with a song of winter and spring, the owl and the cuckoo.