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I am resolved, 'tis but a thee years fast: The mind shall banquet, though the body pine, Fat paunches have lean pates: and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but bancrout quite the wits. I beseech you a word, What is she in the white? What says Maria? You swore to that Berowne, and to the rest. He weeds the corn & still lets grow the weeding. Costard the swain and he, shall be our sport, And so to study that ee years is but short. A high hope for a low heaven God grant us patience To hear meekly sir, and to laugh moderately, or to forbear both. Perchance light in the light. I desire her name? Pray you sir, Whose daughter? Gods blessing on your beard. Nay my collar is ended. She is a most sweet Lady. Four days ago. Marry that did I. To fright them hence with that dread penalty. A dangerous law against gentletie. Item If any man be seen to talk with a woman within the term of three years he shall endure such publibue shame as the rest of the Court can possible devise. Ay me! I am forsworn. In love I hope, sweet fellowship in shame. Am I the first that have been perjured so? I fear these stubborn lines lack power to move. Oh sweet Maria, Empress of my Love, These numbers will I tear, and write in prose. This same shall go. I Did not the heavenly Rhetoric of thine eye, Gainst 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 Love. Thy grace being gainde, cures all disgrace in me. Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is. Then thou fair Sun, which on my earth dost shine, Exhalst 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 and oath, to win a Paradise? By whom shall I send this (company?) Stay. And I had mine. Dumaine thy Love is far from charity, That in loves grief desirest society: You may look pale, but I should blush I know, To be ore-hard and taken napping so. It did move him to passion, & therefore lets hear it. And since her time are Colliers counted bright. Look, here's thy love, my foot and her face see. Oh some authority how to proceed, Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil. Now to plain dealing Lay these glozes by, Shall we resolve to woe these girls of France? The face of and old Roman coin, scarce seen. His Leg is too big for Hector's. Stuck with Cloves. That Cullambine. I must rather give it the rain: for it runs against Hector. So did our looks. I'll stay with patience, but the time is long.
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.