With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes; Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan; Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST, A. 3, s. 1. LOVE, THE PURSUIT MAKES THE ROMANCE. WORDS, VOWS, griefs, tears, and love's full sacrifice, He offers in another's enterprize : But more in Troilus thousand fold I see Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is : TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, A. 1, s. 2. LOVE'S ANGUISH. INJURIOUS Hermia! most ungrateful maid! Have you conspir'd, have you with these contriv'd To bait me with this foul derision? Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd, All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? Have with our neelds created both one flower, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem : for it; (Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,) This you should pity, rather than despise. MIDSUMMMER NIGHT'S DREAM, A. 3, s. 2. LOVE'S APOLOGY FOR JEALOUSY. His company must do his minions grace, Whilst I at home starve for a merry look. Hath homely age the alluring beauty took From my poor cheek? then he hath wasted it; Are my discourses dull? barren my wit? If voluble and sharp discourse be marr'd, Unkindness blunts it, more than marble hard. Do their gay vestments his affections bait ? That's not my fault, he's master of my state: What ruins are in me, that can be found By him not ruined? then is he the ground Of my defeatures: My decayed fair A sunny look of his would soon repair: But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale, And feeds from home; poor I am but his stale. Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispense. I know his eye doth homage otherwhere; Or else, what lets it but he would be here? Sister, you know, he promis'd me a chain ;— Would that alone, alone he would detain, So he would keep fair quarter with his bed! I see, the jewel best enamelled, Will lose his beauty; and though gold 'bides still, That others touch, yet often touching will COMEDY OF ERRORS, A. 2, s. 1. LOVE'S ATTRACTION. THOU foolish thing! They were again together: you have done CYMBELINE, A. 1, s. 2. LOVE'S BANTERING. ROSALIND. Come, sister, you shall be the priest, and marry us.-Give me your hand, Orlando:-What do you say, sister? ORLANDO. Pray thee, marry us. CELIA. I cannot say the words. Ros. You must begin,-Will you, Orlando,CEL. Go to:-Will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind? ORL. I will. Ros. Ay, but when ? ORL. Why now; as fast as she can marry us. Ros. Then you must say,-I take thee, Rosalind, for wife. ORL. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife. Ros. I might ask you for your commission; but, I do take thee, Orlando, for my husband: There a girl goes before the priest; and, certainly, a woman's thought runs before her actions. ORL. So do all thoughts; they are winged. Ros. Now tell me, how long you would have her, after you have possessed her. ORL. For ever, and a day. Ros. Say a day, without the ever: No, no, Orlando; men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot against rain; more new-fangled than an ape; more giddy in my desires than a monkey: I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I will do that when you are disposed to be merry; I will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou art inclined to sleep. ORL. But will my Rosalind do so? Ros. Or else she could not have the wit to do this: the wiser, the waywarder: Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the keyhole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney. AS YOU LIKE IT, A. 4, s. 1. LOVE'S BIDDING. MORTIMER. O, I am ignorance itself in this. Upon the wanton rushes lay you down, |