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LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.] I have not hitherto discovered any novel on which this comedy appears to have been founded; and yet the story of it has most of the features of an ancient romance. STEEVENS.
I suspect that there is an error in the title of this play, which I believe, should be-" Love's Labours Lost." M. MASON.
Love's Labour's Lost, I conjecture to have been written in 1594.
Ferdinand, King of Navarre.
Longaville, Lords, attending on the King.
Lords, attending on the Princess of
Don Adriano de Armado, a fantastical Spaniard.
Costard, a Clown.
Moth, Page to Armado.
Princess of France.
Ladies, attending on the Princess.
Jaquenetta, a country Wench.
Officers and others, Attendants on the King and Princess.
* This enumeration of the persons was made by Mr. Rowe.
LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.
SCENE I. Navarre. A Park, with a Palace in it.
Enter the King, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and
King. 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 endeavour 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, Birón, 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 past, and now subscribe your names;
If you are arm'd to do, as sworn to do,
Long. I am resolv'd: 'tis but a three years' fast;
Dum. 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 these1 living in philosophy.
Biron. I can but
King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away from
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. Long. You swore to that, Biron, and to the
Biron. By yea and
nay, sir, then I swore in jest.
With all these - i. e. the King, Biron, &c.