Love's Labour's Lost with line numbers E-Book

William Shakespeare

• Herausgeber: Seltzer Books
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 117

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

The classic comedy. According to Wikipedia: "Love's Labour's Lost is one of William Shakespeare's early comedies, believed to have been written in the mid-1590s, and first published in 1598. It was adapted as a musical film featuring Kenneth Branagh in 2000."

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Love's Labour's Lost By William Shakespeare

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Other comedies by William Shakespeare:

All's Well That Ends Well

As You Like It

The Comedy of Errors

Measure for Measure

The Merchant of Venice

The Merry Wives of Windsor

A Midsummer Night's Dream

Much Ado About Nothing

The Taming of the Shrew

Twelfth Night

Two Gentlemen of Verona

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Dramatis Personae

Love's Labours Lost

Act I

Scene I The King Of Navarre's Park.

Scene II The same.

Act II

Scene I The same.

Act III

Scene I The same.

Act IV

Scene I The same.

Scene II The same.

Scene III The same.

Act V

Scene I The same.

Scene II The same.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

Ferdinand, King Of Navarre.

Lords Attending On The King

Biron (or Berowne)

Longaville

Dumain (or Dumaine)

Lords Attending On The Princess Of France

Boyet

Mercade (or Marcade)

Don Adriano De Armado, a Fantastical Spaniard.

Sir Nathaniel, a Curate.

Holofernes, a Schoolmaster.

Dull, a Constable.

Costard, a Clown.

Moth, Page To Armado.

A Forester.

The Princess Of France: (Princess:)

Ladies Attending On The Princess

Rosaline

Maria

Katharine

Jaquenetta, a Country Wench.

Lords, Attendants, &c.

(First Lord:)

SCENE Navarre.

LOVE'S LABOURS LOST

ACT I

SCENE I The king of Navarre's park.

[Enter FERDINAND King of Navarre, BIRON, LONGAVILLE and DUMAIN]

(1) FERDINAND Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,

Live register'd upon our brazen tombs

And then grace us in the disgrace of death;

When, spite of cormorant devouring Time,

The endeavor 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

(10) 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, Biron, Dumain, And Longaville,

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 pass'd; and now subscribe your names,

(20) That his own hand may strike his honour down

That violates the smallest branch herein:

If you are arm'd to do as sworn to do,

Subscribe to your deep oaths, and keep it too.

LONGAVILLE I am resolved; 'tis 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.

DUMAIN My loving lord, Dumain is mortified:

The grosser manner of these world's delights

(30) He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves:

To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die;

With all these living in philosophy.

BIRON I can but say their protestation over;

So much, dear liege, 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

(40) 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:

O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep,

Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep!

FERDINAND Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these.

(50) BIRON Let me say no, my liege, an if you please:

I only swore to study with your grace

And stay here in your court for three years' space.

LONGAVILLE You swore to that, Biron, and to the rest.

BIRON By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest.

What is the end of study? let me know.

FERDINAND Why, that to know, which else we should not know.

BIRON Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from common sense?

FERDINAND Ay, that is study's godlike recompense.

BIRON Come on, then; I will swear to study so,

(60) To know the thing I am forbid to know:

As thus,--to study where I well may dine,

When I to feast 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 study's 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.

(70) FERDINAND These be the stops that hinder study quite

And train our intellects to vain delight.

BIRON Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain,

Which with pain purchased doth inherit pain:

As, painfully to pore 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.

(80) 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-search'd with saucy looks:

Small have continual plodders ever won

Save base authority from others' books

These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights

That give a name to every fixed star

(90) Have no more profit of their shining nights

Than those that walk and wot not what they are.

Too much to know is to know nought but fame;

And every godfather can give a name.

FERDINAND How well he's read, to reason against reading!

DUMAIN Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding!

LONGAVILLE He weeds the corn and still lets grow the weeding.

BIRON The spring is near when green geese are a-breeding.

DUMAIN How follows that?

BIRON                  Fit in his place and time.

DUMAIN In reason nothing.

BIRON                  Something then in rhyme.

(100) FERDINAND Biron is like an envious sneaping frost,

That bites the first-born infants of the spring.

BIRON Well, say I am; why should proud summer boast

Before the birds have 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 mirth;

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.

(110) FERDINAND Well, sit you out: go home, Biron: adieu.

BIRON 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 me the paper; let me read the same;

And to the strict'st decrees I'll write my name.

FERDINAND How well this yielding rescues thee from shame!

BIRON [Reads] 'Item, That no woman shall come within a

(120) mile of my court:' Hath this been proclaimed?

LONGAVILLE Four days ago.

BIRON Let's see the penalty.

[Reads]

'On pain of losing her tongue.' Who devised this penalty?

LONGAVILLE Marry, that did I.

BIRON Sweet lord, and why?

LONGAVILLE To fright them hence with that dread penalty.

BIRON A dangerous law against gentility!

[Reads]

(130) '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 liege, 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, sick and bedrid father:

(140) Therefore this article is made in vain,

Or vainly comes the admired princess hither.

FERDINAND What say you, lords? Why, this was quite forgot.

BIRON 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 won as towns with fire, so won, so lost.

FERDINAND We must of force dispense with this decree;

She must lie here on mere necessity.

(150) BIRON Necessity will make us all forsworn

Three thousand times within this three years' space;

For every man with his affects is born,

Not by might master'd but by special grace:

If I break faith, this word shall speak for me;

I am forsworn on 'mere necessity.'

So to the laws at large I write my name:

[Subscribes]

And he that breaks them in the least degree

Stands in attainder of eternal shame:

Suggestions are to other as to me;

(160) But I believe, although I seem so loath,

I am the last that will last keep his oath.

But is there no quick recreation granted?

FERDINAND 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 complements, whom right and wrong

(170) Have chose as umpire of their mutiny:

This child of fancy, that Armado hight,

For interim to our studies shall relate

In high-born words the worth of many a knight

From tawny Spain lost in the world's debate.

How you delight, my lords, I know not, I;

But, I protest, I love to hear him lie

And I will use him for my minstrelsy.

BIRON Armado is a most illustrious wight,

A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight.

(180) LONGAVILLE Costard the swain and he shall be our sport;

And so to study, three years is but short.

[Enter DULL with a letter, and COSTARD]

DULL Which is the duke's own person?

BIRON This, fellow: what wouldst?

DULL I myself reprehend his own person, for I am his

grace's tharborough: but I would see his own person

in flesh and blood.

BIRON This is he.

DULL Signior Arme--Arme--commends you. There's villany

(190) abroad: this letter will tell you more.

COSTARD Sir, the contempts thereof are as touching me.

FERDINAND A letter from the magnificent Armado.

BIRON How low soever the matter, I hope in God for high words.

LONGAVILLE A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience!

BIRON To hear? or forbear laughing?

LONGAVILLE To hear meekly, sir, and to laugh moderately; or to

(200) forbear both.

BIRON Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us cause to

climb in the merriness.

COSTARD The matter is to me, sir, as concerning Jaquenetta.

The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner.

BIRON In what manner?

COSTARD 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

(210) 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.

BIRON For the following, sir?

COSTARD As it shall follow in my correction: and God defend

the right!

FERDINAND Will you hear this letter with attention?

BIRON As we would hear an oracle.

(220) COSTARD Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after the flesh.

FERDINAND [Reads] 'Great deputy, the welkin's vicegerent and

sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's earth's god,

and body's fostering patron.'

COSTARD Not a word of Costard yet.

FERDINAND [Reads]  'So it is,'--

COSTARD It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is, in

telling true, but so.

FERDINAND Peace!

(230) COSTARD Be to me and every man that dares not fight!

FERDINAND No words!

COSTARD Of other men's secrets, I beseech you.

FERDINAND [Reads] 'So it is, besieged 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 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 when. Now for the ground which; which,

(240) I mean, I walked upon: it is y-cleped thy park. Then

for the place where; where, I mean, I did encounter

that obscene and preposterous event, that draweth

from my snow-white pen 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 the west corner of thy curious-

(250) knotted garden: there did I see that low-spirited

swain, that base minnow of thy mirth,'--

COSTARD Me?

FERDINAND [Reads] 'that unlettered small-knowing soul,'--

COSTARD Me?

FERDINAND [Reads] 'that shallow vassal,'--

COSTARD Still me?

FERDINAND [Reads] 'which, as I remember, hight Costard,'--

(260) COSTARD O, me!

FERDINAND [Reads] 'sorted and consorted, contrary to thy

established proclaimed edict and continent canon,

which with,--O, with--but with this I passion to say

wherewith,--

COSTARD With a wench.

FERDINAND [Reads] 'with a child of our grandmother Eve, a

female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a

woman. Him I, as my ever-esteemed duty pricks me on,

(270) have sent to thee, to receive the meed of

punishment, by thy sweet grace's officer, Anthony