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« on: January 13, 2011, 10:10:50 AM »
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Re: MOVE
« Reply #1 on: January 17, 2011, 06:20:10 PM »
What? Is this is stupid.

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Re: MOVE
« Reply #2 on: January 17, 2011, 06:25:38 PM »
What? Is this is stupid.

I feel you. :-\

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Re: MOVE
« Reply #3 on: January 17, 2011, 07:07:31 PM »

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« Reply #4 on: January 17, 2011, 07:35:01 PM »
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« Reply #5 on: January 17, 2011, 07:45:49 PM »
What is this? Please stop it.... :-\

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« Reply #6 on: January 17, 2011, 08:15:29 PM »
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Re: MOVE
« Reply #7 on: January 17, 2011, 08:33:16 PM »
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Re: MOVE
« Reply #8 on: January 17, 2011, 08:51:00 PM »
Bohoo. Stop ruining everyone hard work posts!

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Re: MOVE
« Reply #9 on: January 17, 2011, 08:51:35 PM »
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You call this hard work?

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« Reply #10 on: January 17, 2011, 09:00:57 PM »
All's Well That Ends Well
Shakespeare homepage | All's Well That Ends Well | Act 1, Scene 1
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SCENE I. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.

    Enter BERTRAM, the COUNTESS of Rousillon, HELENA, and LAFEU, all in black

COUNTESS

    In delivering my son from me, I bury a second husband.

BERTRAM

    And I in going, madam, weep o'er my father's death
    anew: but I must attend his majesty's command, to
    whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection.

LAFEU

    You shall find of the king a husband, madam; you,
    sir, a father: he that so generally is at all times
    good must of necessity hold his virtue to you; whose
    worthiness would stir it up where it wanted rather
    than lack it where there is such abundance.

COUNTESS

    What hope is there of his majesty's amendment?

LAFEU

    He hath abandoned his physicians, madam; under whose
    practises he hath persecuted time with hope, and
    finds no other advantage in the process but only the
    losing of hope by time.

COUNTESS

    This young gentlewoman had a father,--O, that
    'had'! how sad a passage 'tis!--whose skill was
    almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so
    far, would have made nature immortal, and death
    should have play for lack of work. Would, for the
    king's sake, he were living! I think it would be
    the death of the king's disease.

LAFEU

    How called you the man you speak of, madam?

COUNTESS

    He was famous, sir, in his profession, and it was
    his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon.

LAFEU

    He was excellent indeed, madam: the king very
    lately spoke of him admiringly and mourningly: he
    was skilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge
    could be set up against mortality.

BERTRAM

    What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of?

LAFEU

    A fistula, my lord.

BERTRAM

    I heard not of it before.

LAFEU

    I would it were not notorious. Was this gentlewoman
    the daughter of Gerard de Narbon?

COUNTESS

    His sole child, my lord, and bequeathed to my
    overlooking. I have those hopes of her good that
    her education promises; her dispositions she
    inherits, which makes fair gifts fairer; for where
    an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there
    commendations go with pity; they are virtues and
    traitors too; in her they are the better for their
    simpleness; she derives her honesty and achieves her goodness.

LAFEU

    Your commendations, madam, get from her tears.

COUNTESS

    'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise
    in. The remembrance of her father never approaches
    her heart but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all
    livelihood from her cheek. No more of this, Helena;
    go to, no more; lest it be rather thought you affect
    a sorrow than have it.

HELENA

    I do affect a sorrow indeed, but I have it too.

LAFEU

    Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead,
    excessive grief the enemy to the living.

COUNTESS

    If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess
    makes it soon mortal.

BERTRAM

    Madam, I desire your holy wishes.

LAFEU

    How understand we that?

COUNTESS

    Be thou blest, Bertram, and succeed thy father
    In manners, as in shape! thy blood and virtue
    Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness
    Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few,
    Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
    Rather in power than use, and keep thy friend
    Under thy own life's key: be cheque'd for silence,
    But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will,
    That thee may furnish and my prayers pluck down,
    Fall on thy head! Farewell, my lord;
    'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord,
    Advise him.

LAFEU

    He cannot want the best
    That shall attend his love.

COUNTESS

    Heaven bless him! Farewell, Bertram.

    Exit

BERTRAM

    [To HELENA] The best wishes that can be forged in
    your thoughts be servants to you! Be comfortable
    to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her.

LAFEU

    Farewell, pretty lady: you must hold the credit of
    your father.

    Exeunt BERTRAM and LAFEU

HELENA

    O, were that all! I think not on my father;
    And these great tears grace his remembrance more
    Than those I shed for him. What was he like?
    I have forgot him: my imagination
    Carries no favour in't but Bertram's.
    I am undone: there is no living, none,
    If Bertram be away. 'Twere all one
    That I should love a bright particular star
    And think to wed it, he is so above me:
    In his bright radiance and collateral light
    Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
    The ambition in my love thus plagues itself:
    The hind that would be mated by the lion
    Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though plague,
    To see him every hour; to sit and draw
    His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,
    In our heart's table; heart too capable
    Of every line and trick of his sweet favour:
    But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy
    Must sanctify his reliques. Who comes here?

    Enter PAROLLES

    Aside
    One that goes with him: I love him for his sake;
    And yet I know him a notorious liar,
    Think him a great way fool, solely a coward;
    Yet these fixed evils sit so fit in him,
    That they take place, when virtue's steely bones
    Look bleak i' the cold wind: withal, full oft we see
    Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.

PAROLLES

    Save you, fair queen!

HELENA

    And you, monarch!

PAROLLES

    No.

HELENA

    And no.

PAROLLES

    Are you meditating on virginity?

HELENA

    Ay. You have some stain of soldier in you: let me
    ask you a question. Man is enemy to virginity; how
    may we barricado it against him?

PAROLLES

    Keep him out.

HELENA

    But he assails; and our virginity, though valiant,
    in the defence yet is weak: unfold to us some
    warlike resistance.

PAROLLES

    There is none: man, sitting down before you, will
    undermine you and blow you up.

HELENA

    Bless our poor virginity from underminers and
    blowers up! Is there no military policy, how
    virgins might blow up men?

PAROLLES

    Virginity being blown down, man will quicklier be
    blown up: marry, in blowing him down again, with
    the breach yourselves made, you lose your city. It
    is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to
    preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational
    increase and there was never virgin got till
    virginity was first lost. That you were made of is
    metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost
    may be ten times found; by being ever kept, it is
    ever lost: 'tis too cold a companion; away with 't!

HELENA

    I will stand for 't a little, though therefore I die a virgin.

PAROLLES

    There's little can be said in 't; 'tis against the
    rule of nature. To speak on the part of virginity,
    is to accuse your mothers; which is most infallible
    disobedience. He that hangs himself is a virgin:
    virginity murders itself and should be buried in
    highways out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate
    offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites,
    much like a cheese; consumes itself to the very
    paring, and so dies with feeding his own stomach.
    Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of
    self-love, which is the most inhibited sin in the
    canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose but loose
    by't: out with 't! within ten year it will make
    itself ten, which is a goodly increase; and the
    principal itself not much the worse: away with 't!

HELENA

    How might one do, sir, to lose it to her own liking?

PAROLLES

    Let me see: marry, ill, to like him that ne'er it
    likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss with
    lying; the longer kept, the less worth: off with 't
    while 'tis vendible; answer the time of request.
    Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out
    of fashion: richly suited, but unsuitable: just
    like the brooch and the tooth-pick, which wear not
    now. Your date is better in your pie and your
    porridge than in your cheek; and your virginity,
    your old virginity, is like one of our French
    withered pears, it looks ill, it eats drily; marry,
    'tis a withered pear; it was formerly better;
    marry, yet 'tis a withered pear: will you anything with it?

HELENA

    Not my virginity yet [ ]
    There shall your master have a thousand loves,
    A mother and a mistress and a friend,
    A phoenix, captain and an enemy,
    A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,
    A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;
    His humble ambition, proud humility,
    His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet,
    His faith, his sweet disaster; with a world
    Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms,
    That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he--
    I know not what he shall. God send him well!
    The court's a learning place, and he is one--

PAROLLES

    What one, i' faith?

HELENA

    That I wish well. 'Tis pity--

PAROLLES

    What's pity?

HELENA

    That wishing well had not a body in't,
    Which might be felt; that we, the poorer born,
    Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes,
    Might with effects of them follow our friends,
    And show what we alone must think, which never
    Return us thanks.

    Enter Page

Page

    Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you.

    Exit

PAROLLES

    Little Helen, farewell; if I can remember thee, I
    will think of thee at court.

HELENA

    Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitable star.

PAROLLES

    Under Mars, I.

HELENA

    I especially think, under Mars.

PAROLLES

    Why under Mars?

HELENA

    The wars have so kept you under that you must needs
    be born under Mars.

PAROLLES

    When he was predominant.

HELENA

    When he was retrograde, I think, rather.

PAROLLES

    Why think you so?

HELENA

    You go so much backward when you fight.

PAROLLES

    That's for advantage.

HELENA

    So is running away, when fear proposes the safety;
    but the composition that your valour and fear makes
    in you is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the wear well.

PAROLLES

    I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer thee
    acutely. I will return perfect courtier; in the
    which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize
    thee, so thou wilt be capable of a courtier's
    counsel and understand what advice shall thrust upon
    thee; else thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and
    thine ignorance makes thee away: farewell. When
    thou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast
    none, remember thy friends; get thee a good husband,
    and use him as he uses thee; so, farewell.

    Exit

HELENA

    Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
    Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky
    Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull
    Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.
    What power is it which mounts my love so high,
    That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?
    The mightiest space in fortune nature brings
    To join like likes and kiss like native things.
    Impossible be strange attempts to those
    That weigh their pains in sense and do suppose
    What hath been cannot be: who ever strove
    So show her merit, that did miss her love?
    The king's disease--my project may deceive me,
    But my intents are fix'd and will not leave me.



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Re: MOVE
« Reply #11 on: January 17, 2011, 09:03:29 PM »
Darvince! Don't make me smack some sense into you! Reciting Shakespeare just makes you more crazy!

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« Reply #12 on: January 17, 2011, 09:05:28 PM »
The Life and Death of Richard the Second
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SCENE II. The DUKE OF LANCASTER'S palace.

    Enter JOHN OF GAUNT with DUCHESS

JOHN OF GAUNT

    Alas, the part I had in Woodstock's blood
    Doth more solicit me than your exclaims,
    To stir against the butchers of his life!
    But since correction lieth in those hands
    Which made the fault that we cannot correct,
    Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven;
    Who, when they see the hours ripe on earth,
    Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads.

DUCHESS

    Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur?
    Hath love in thy old blood no living fire?
    Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one,
    Were as seven vials of his sacred blood,
    Or seven fair branches springing from one root:
    Some of those seven are dried by nature's course,
    Some of those branches by the Destinies cut;
    But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloucester,
    One vial full of Edward's sacred blood,
    One flourishing branch of his most royal root,
    Is crack'd, and all the precious liquor spilt,
    Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all faded,
    By envy's hand and murder's bloody axe.
    Ah, Gaunt, his blood was thine! that bed, that womb,
    That metal, that self-mould, that fashion'd thee
    Made him a man; and though thou livest and breathest,
    Yet art thou slain in him: thou dost consent
    In some large measure to thy father's death,
    In that thou seest thy wretched brother die,
    Who was the model of thy father's life.
    Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair:
    In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd,
    Thou showest the naked pathway to thy life,
    Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee:
    That which in mean men we intitle patience
    Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
    What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life,
    The best way is to venge my Gloucester's death.

JOHN OF GAUNT

    God's is the quarrel; for God's substitute,
    His deputy anointed in His sight,
    Hath caused his death: the which if wrongfully,
    Let heaven revenge; for I may never lift
    An angry arm against His minister.

DUCHESS

    Where then, alas, may I complain myself?

JOHN OF GAUNT

    To God, the widow's champion and defence.

DUCHESS

    Why, then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt.
    Thou goest to Coventry, there to behold
    Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight:
    O, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear,
    That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast!
    Or, if misfortune miss the first career,
    Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom,
    They may break his foaming courser's back,
    And throw the rider headlong in the lists,
    A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford!
    Farewell, old Gaunt: thy sometimes brother's wife
    With her companion grief must end her life.

JOHN OF GAUNT

    Sister, farewell; I must to Coventry:
    As much good stay with thee as go with me!

DUCHESS

    Yet one word more: grief boundeth where it falls,
    Not with the empty hollowness, but weight:
    I take my leave before I have begun,
    For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.
    Commend me to thy brother, Edmund York.
    Lo, this is all:--nay, yet depart not so;
    Though this be all, do not so quickly go;
    I shall remember more. Bid him--ah, what?--
    With all good speed at Plashy visit me.
    Alack, and what shall good old York there see
    But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls,
    Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones?
    And what hear there for welcome but my groans?
    Therefore commend me; let him not come there,
    To seek out sorrow that dwells every where.
    Desolate, desolate, will I hence and die:
    The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye.

    Exeunt

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The Life and Death of Richard the Second
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SCENE III. The lists at Coventry.

    Enter the Lord Marshal and the DUKE OF AUMERLE

Lord Marshal

    My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd?

DUKE OF AUMERLE

    Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in.

Lord Marshal

    The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold,
    Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet.

DUKE OF AUMERLE

    Why, then, the champions are prepared, and stay
    For nothing but his majesty's approach.

    The trumpets sound, and KING RICHARD enters with his nobles, JOHN OF GAUNT, BUSHY, BAGOT, GREEN, and others. When they are set, enter THOMAS MOWBRAY in arms, defendant, with a Herald

KING RICHARD II

    Marshal, demand of yonder champion
    The cause of his arrival here in arms:
    Ask him his name and orderly proceed
    To swear him in the justice of his cause.

Lord Marshal

    In God's name and the king's, say who thou art
    And why thou comest thus knightly clad in arms,
    Against what man thou comest, and what thy quarrel:
    Speak truly, on thy knighthood and thy oath;
    As so defend thee heaven and thy valour!

THOMAS MOWBRAY

    My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk;
    Who hither come engaged by my oath--
    Which God defend a knight should violate!--
    Both to defend my loyalty and truth
    To God, my king and my succeeding issue,
    Against the Duke of Hereford that appeals me
    And, by the grace of God and this mine arm,
    To prove him, in defending of myself,
    A traitor to my God, my king, and me:
    And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!

    The trumpets sound. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, appellant, in armour, with a Herald

KING RICHARD II

    Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms,
    Both who he is and why he cometh hither
    Thus plated in habiliments of war,
    And formally, according to our law,
    Depose him in the justice of his cause.

Lord Marshal

    What is thy name? and wherefore comest thou hither,
    Before King Richard in his royal lists?
    Against whom comest thou? and what's thy quarrel?
    Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven!

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

    Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby
    Am I; who ready here do stand in arms,
    To prove, by God's grace and my body's valour,
    In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,
    That he is a traitor, foul and dangerous,
    To God of heaven, King Richard and to me;
    And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!

Lord Marshal

    On pain of death, no person be so bold
    Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists,
    Except the marshal and such officers
    Appointed to direct these fair designs.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

    Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's hand,
    And bow my knee before his majesty:
    For Mowbray and myself are like two men
    That vow a long and weary pilgrimage;
    Then let us take a ceremonious leave
    And loving farewell of our several friends.

Lord Marshal

    The appellant in all duty greets your highness,
    And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.

KING RICHARD II

    We will descend and fold him in our arms.
    Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right,
    So be thy fortune in this royal fight!
    Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed,
    Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

    O let no noble eye profane a tear
    For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear:
    As confident as is the falcon's flight
    Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.
    My loving lord, I take my leave of you;
    Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle;
    Not sick, although I have to do with death,
    But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath.
    Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet
    The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet:
    O thou, the earthly author of my blood,
    Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate,
    Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up
    To reach at victory above my head,
    Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers;
    And with thy blessings steel my lance's point,
    That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat,
    And furbish new the name of John a Gaunt,
    Even in the lusty havior of his son.


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Loves Labours Lost
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SCENE I. The king of Navarre's park.

    Enter FERDINAND king of Navarre, BIRON, LONGAVILLE and DUMAIN

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
    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,
    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
    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
    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.

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,
    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.

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.
    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
    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.

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.

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
    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
    '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:
    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.

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;
    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
    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.

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
    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
    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
    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.

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!

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,
    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-
    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,'--

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,
    have sent to thee, to receive the meed of
    punishment, by thy sweet grace's officer, Anthony
    Dull; a man of good repute, carriage, bearing, and
    estimation.'

DULL

    'Me, an't shall please you; I am Anthony Dull.

FERDINAND

    [Reads] 'For Jaquenetta,--so is the weaker vessel
    called which I apprehended with the aforesaid
    swain,--I keep her as a vessel of the law's fury;
    and shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, bring
    her to trial. Thine, in all compliments of devoted
    and heart-burning heat of duty.
    DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO.'

BIRON

    This is not so well as I looked for, but the best
    that ever I heard.

FERDINAND

    Ay, the best for the worst. But, sirrah, what say
    you to this?

COSTARD

    Sir, I confess the wench.

FERDINAND

    Did you hear the proclamation?

COSTARD

    I do confess much of the hearing it but little of
    the marking of it.

FERDINAND

    It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment, to be taken
    with a wench.

COSTARD

    I was taken with none, sir: I was taken with a damsel.

FERDINAND

    Well, it was proclaimed 'damsel.'

COSTARD

    This was no damsel, neither, sir; she was a virgin.

FERDINAND

    It is so varied, too; for it was proclaimed 'virgin.'

COSTARD

    If it were, I deny her virginity: I was taken with a maid.

FERDINAND

    This maid will not serve your turn, sir.

COSTARD

    This maid will serve my turn, sir.

FERDINAND

    Sir, I will pronounce your sentence: you shall fast
    a week with bran and water.

COSTARD

    I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge.

FERDINAND

    And Don Armado shall be your keeper.
    My Lord Biron, see him deliver'd o'er:
    And go we, lords, to put in practise that
    Which each to other hath so strongly sworn.

    Exeunt FERDINAND, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN

BIRON

    I'll lay my head to any good man's hat,
    These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn.
    Sirrah, come on.

COSTARD

    I suffer for the truth, sir; for true it is, I was
    taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true
    girl; and therefore welcome the sour cup of
    prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again; and
    till then, sit thee down, sorrow!

    Exeunt
    LOVE'S LABOURS LOST

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Re: MOVE
« Reply #16 on: February 17, 2011, 11:21:26 AM »
yes. hand over houses darvince

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« Reply #17 on: February 20, 2011, 09:04:20 PM »
yes. hand over houses darvince

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I won't hand over the houses.

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« Reply #18 on: February 20, 2011, 09:19:36 PM »
HUND ZEM OVAH. ZERMANY WILL TAKE ZEM PLUS WER IF YOU DUNT

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Me: No. (to Random German Person) He shall give them to me. I'll war your face off. And Germany's. I'll win. So go away. (to Darvince) Now Darvince, hand them over.

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Re: MOVE
« Reply #19 on: February 20, 2011, 09:27:36 PM »
They're too big, so I'm taking them one by one on my semi. This might take months.

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Re: MOVE
« Reply #20 on: February 20, 2011, 09:41:26 PM »
But I never told you where to take them.

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« Reply #21 on: February 20, 2011, 09:47:01 PM »
Of course to you.

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« Reply #22 on: February 20, 2011, 09:50:21 PM »
But there is no room. YOu must take them over there.

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Re: MOVE
« Reply #23 on: February 20, 2011, 09:51:34 PM »
Your descriptions aren't helping. :-\

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« Reply #24 on: February 20, 2011, 09:58:41 PM »
Over here. *draws a point on a 8 1/2" x 11" world map*

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« Reply #25 on: February 21, 2011, 07:28:03 PM »
Research paper is killing me.

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Re: MOVE
« Reply #26 on: February 21, 2011, 07:29:05 PM »
you said irl.

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« Reply #27 on: February 21, 2011, 07:31:11 PM »
Har har har, I have no school.

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« Reply #28 on: February 21, 2011, 07:34:16 PM »
rip-off

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Re: MOVE
« Reply #29 on: August 11, 2017, 04:40:53 AM »
this feels like the hare krishna topic 100%