{"product_id":"loves-labours-lost-isbn-9780812969146","title":"Love's Labour's Lost","description":"\u003cb\u003eA continuation of the major series of individual Shakespeare plays from the world renowned Royal Shakespeare Company, edited by two brilliant, younger generation Shakespearean scholars Jonathan Bate and Eric Rasmussen\u003c\/b\u003eIncorporating definitive text and cutting-edge notes from \u003ci\u003eWilliam Shakespeare: Complete Works\u003c\/i\u003e-the first authoritative, modernized edition of Shakespeare's First Folio in more than 300 years-this remarkable series of individual plays combines Jonathan Bate's insightful critical analysis with Eric Rasmussen's textual expertise.Praise for \u003ci\u003eWilliam Shakespeare: Complete Works:\u003c\/i\u003e“A feast of literary and historical information.”  \u003ci\u003e-The Wall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003eWILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (1564-1616) is today's most widely known and loved playwright.THE ROYAL SHAKESPEARE COMPANY (RSC) is a world-renowned ensemble theater company in Stratford and London dedicated to bringing the works of Shakespeare and his contemporaries to a modern audience.JONATHAN BATE is a professor of Shakespeare and Renaissance Literature at the University of Warwick. A prominent critic, award-winning biographer and broadcaster, Bate's books on Shakespeare include \u003ci\u003eSoul of the Age\u003c\/i\u003e.ERIC RASMUSSEN, professor of English at the University of Nevada, is one of today's leading textual experts on Shakespeare.list of parts\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFerdinand KING of Navarre\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE\u003cbr\u003eLONGAVILLE\u003cbr\u003eDUMAINE\u003cbr\u003eDon Adriano de ARMADO, a Spanish braggart\u003cbr\u003eMOTH, a boy, his page\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD, a clown\u003cbr\u003eJAQUENETTA, a dairymaid\u003cbr\u003eAnthony DULL, a constable\u003cbr\u003eSir NATHANIEL, a curate\u003cbr\u003eHOLOFERNES, a pedantic schoolmaster\u003cbr\u003eThe PRINCESS of France\u003cbr\u003eROSALINE\u003cbr\u003eMARIA\u003cbr\u003eKATHERINE\u003cbr\u003eBOYET, a lord attending on the princess\u003cbr\u003eMonsieur MARCADÉ, a messenger from the King of France\u003cbr\u003eA FORESTER\u003cbr\u003eLords, Ladies, Attendants\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAct 1 [Scene 1]\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e running scene 1\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Ferdinand King of Navarre, Berowne, Longaville and Dumaine\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,\u003cbr\u003eLive registered upon our brazen tombs,\u003cbr\u003eAnd then grace us in the disgrace of death\u003cbr\u003eWhen, spite of cormorant devouring time,\u003cbr\u003eTh'endeavour of this present breath may buy\u003cbr\u003eThat honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge\u003cbr\u003eAnd make us heirs of all eternity.\u003cbr\u003eTherefore, brave conquerors - for so you are,\u003cbr\u003eThat war against your own affections\u003cbr\u003eAnd the huge army of the world's desires -\u003cbr\u003eOur late edict shall strongly stand in force.\u003cbr\u003eNavarre shall be the wonder of the world,\u003cbr\u003eOur court shall be a little academe,\u003cbr\u003eStill and contemplative in living art.\u003cbr\u003eYou three, Berowne, Dumaine and Longaville,\u003cbr\u003eHave sworn for three years' term to live with me,\u003cbr\u003eMy fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes\u003cbr\u003eThat are recorded in this schedule here. \u003ci\u003e[Shows a paper]\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYour oaths are passed, and now subscribe your names,\u003cbr\u003eThat his own hand may strike his honour down\u003cbr\u003eThat violates the smallest branch herein.\u003cbr\u003eIf you are armed to do as sworn to do,\u003cbr\u003eSubscribe to your deep oaths, and keep it too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLONGAVILLE I am resolved: 'tis but a three years' fast.\u003cbr\u003eThe mind shall banquet though the body pine. \u003cbr\u003eFat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits\u003cbr\u003eMake rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDUMAINE My loving lord, Dumaine is mortified.\u003cbr\u003eThe grosser manner of these world's delights\u003cbr\u003eHe throws upon the gross world's baser slaves. \u003cbr\u003eTo love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die,\u003cbr\u003eWith all these living in philosophy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE I can but say their protestation over.\u003cbr\u003eSo much, dear liege, I have already sworn,\u003cbr\u003eThat is, to live and study here three years.\u003cbr\u003eBut there are other strict observances,\u003cbr\u003eAs not to see a woman in that term,\u003cbr\u003eWhich I hope well is not enrollèd there.\u003cbr\u003eAnd one day in a week to touch no food,\u003cbr\u003eAnd but one meal on every day beside,\u003cbr\u003eThe which I hope is not enrollèd there.\u003cbr\u003eAnd then to sleep but three hours in the night,\u003cbr\u003eAnd not be seen to wink of all the day -\u003cbr\u003eWhen I was wont to think no harm all night\u003cbr\u003eAnd make a dark night too of half the day -\u003cbr\u003eWhich I hope well is not enrollèd there.\u003cbr\u003eO, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep:\u003cbr\u003eNot to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING Your oath is passed to pass away from these.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE Let me say no, my liege, an if you please.\u003cbr\u003eI only swore to study with your grace\u003cbr\u003eAnd stay here in your court for three years' space.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLONGAVILLE You swore to that, Berowne, and to the rest.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest.\u003cbr\u003eWhat is the end of study, let me know?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING Why, that to know which else we should not know.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE Things hid and barred, you mean, from common\u003cbr\u003esense?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING Ay, that is study's godlike recompense.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE Come on then, I will swear to study so,\u003cbr\u003eTo know the thing I am forbid to know:\u003cbr\u003eAs thus, to study where I well may dine,\u003cbr\u003eWhen I to feast expressly am forbid.\u003cbr\u003eOr study where to meet some mistress fine,\u003cbr\u003eWhen mistresses from common sense are hid.\u003cbr\u003eOr, having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath,\u003cbr\u003eStudy to break it and not break my troth.\u003cbr\u003eIf study's gain be thus and this be so,\u003cbr\u003eStudy knows that which yet it doth not know.\u003cbr\u003eSwear me to this, and I will ne'er say no.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING These be the stops that hinder study quite\u003cbr\u003eAnd train our intellects to vain delight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE Why, all delights are vain, and that most vain,\u003cbr\u003eWhich with pain purchased doth inherit pain:\u003cbr\u003eAs painfully to pore upon a book\u003cbr\u003eTo seek the light of truth, while truth the while\u003cbr\u003eDoth falsely blind the eyesight of his look.\u003cbr\u003eLight seeking light doth light of light beguile:\u003cbr\u003eSo, ere you find where light in darkness lies,\u003cbr\u003eYour light grows dark by losing of your eyes.\u003cbr\u003eStudy me how to please the eye indeed\u003cbr\u003eBy fixing it upon a fairer eye,\u003cbr\u003eWho dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed\u003cbr\u003eAnd give him light that it was blinded by.\u003cbr\u003eStudy is like the heaven's glorious sun\u003cbr\u003eThat will not be deep-searched with saucy looks:\u003cbr\u003eSmall have continual plodders ever won\u003cbr\u003eSave base authority from others' books.\u003cbr\u003eThese earthly godfathers of heaven's lights,\u003cbr\u003eThat give a name to every fixèd star,\u003cbr\u003eHave no more profit of their shining nights\u003cbr\u003eThan those that walk and wot not what they are.\u003cbr\u003eToo much to know is to know nought but fame,\u003cbr\u003eAnd every godfather can give a name.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING How well he's read, to reason against reading.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDUMAINE Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLONGAVILLE He weeds the corn, and still lets grow the\u003cbr\u003eweeding.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE The spring is near when green geese are\u003cbr\u003ea-breeding.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDUMAINE How follows that?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE Fit in his place and time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDUMAINE In reason nothing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE Something then in rhyme.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING Berowne is like an envious sneaping frost\u003cbr\u003eThat bites the first-born infants of the spring.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE Well, say I am. Why should proud summer\u003cbr\u003eboast\u003cbr\u003eBefore the birds have any cause to sing?\u003cbr\u003eWhy should I joy in any abortive birth?\u003cbr\u003eAt Christmas I no more desire a rose\u003cbr\u003eThan wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows,\u003cbr\u003eBut like of each thing that in season grows.\u003cbr\u003eSo your to study now it is too late,\u003cbr\u003eThat were to climb o'er the house to unlock the gate.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING Well, sit you out. Go home, Berowne, adieu.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE No, my good lord, I have sworn to stay with\u003cbr\u003eyou.\u003cbr\u003eAnd though I have for barbarism spoke more\u003cbr\u003eThan for that angel knowledge you can say,\u003cbr\u003eYet confident I'll keep what I have sworn\u003cbr\u003eAnd bide the penance of each three years' day.\u003cbr\u003eGive me the paper, let me read the same,\u003cbr\u003eAnd to the strict'st decrees I'll write my name. \u003ci\u003e[Takes the paper]\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING How well this yielding rescues thee from shame.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE 'Item, That no woman shall come within\u003cbr\u003ea mile of my court.' Hath this been proclaimed?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLONGAVILLE Four days ago.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE Let's see the penalty: 'On pain of losing her tongue.' Who devised this penalty?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLONGAVILLE Marry, that did I.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE Sweet lord, and why?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLONGAVILLE To fright them hence with that dread\u003cbr\u003epenalty.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE A dangerous law against gentility!\u003cbr\u003e'Item, If any man be seen to talk with a woman within\u003cbr\u003ethe term of three years, he shall endure such public shame as the rest of the court shall possibly devise.'\u003cbr\u003eThis article, my liege, yourself must break,\u003cbr\u003eFor well you know here comes in embassy\u003cbr\u003eThe French king's daughter with yourself to speak -\u003cbr\u003eA maid of grace and complete majesty -\u003cbr\u003eAbout surrender up of Aquitaine\u003cbr\u003eTo her decrepit, sick and bedrid father:\u003cbr\u003eTherefore this article is made in vain,\u003cbr\u003eOr vainly comes th'admirèd princess hither.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING What say you, lords? Why, this was quite forgot.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE So study evermore is overshot.\u003cbr\u003eWhile it doth study to have what it would,\u003cbr\u003eIt doth forget to do the thing it should:\u003cbr\u003eAnd when it hath the thing it hunteth most,\u003cbr\u003e'Tis won as towns with fire, so won, so lost.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING We must of force dispense with this decree.\u003cbr\u003eShe must lie here on mere necessity.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE Necessity will make us all forsworn\u003cbr\u003eThree thousand times within this three years' space,\u003cbr\u003eFor every man with his affects is born,\u003cbr\u003eNot by might mastered but by special grace.\u003cbr\u003eIf I break faith, this word shall speak for me:\u003cbr\u003eI am forsworn 'on mere necessity'.\u003cbr\u003eSo to the laws at large I write my name,\u003cbr\u003eAnd he that breaks them in the least degree\u003cbr\u003eStands in attainder of eternal shame.\u003cbr\u003eSuggestions are to others as to me:\u003cbr\u003eBut I believe, although I seem so loath,\u003cbr\u003eI am the last that will last keep his oath.\u003cbr\u003eBut is there no quick recreation granted?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING Ay, that there is. Our court, you know, is haunted\u003cbr\u003eWith a refinèd traveller of Spain,\u003cbr\u003eA man in all the world's new fashion planted,\u003cbr\u003eThat hath a mint of phrases in his brain,\u003cbr\u003eOne who the music of his own vain tongue\u003cbr\u003eDoth ravish like enchanting harmony,\u003cbr\u003eA man of compliments, whom right and wrong\u003cbr\u003eHave chose as umpire of their mutiny.\u003cbr\u003eThis child of fancy, that Armado hight,\u003cbr\u003eFor interim to our studies shall relate\u003cbr\u003eIn high-born words the worth of many a knight\u003cbr\u003eFrom tawny Spain lost in the world's debate.\u003cbr\u003eHow you delight, my lords, I know not, I,\u003cbr\u003eBut I protest I love to hear him lie,\u003cbr\u003eAnd I will use him for my minstrelsy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE Armado is a most illustrious wight,\u003cbr\u003eA man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLONGAVILLE Costard the swain and he shall be our sport,\u003cbr\u003eAnd so to study three years is but short.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter a constable [Dull] with a letter, with Costard\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDULL Which is the duke's own person?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE This, fellow. What wouldst?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDULL I myself reprehend his own person, for I am his grace's tharborough. But I would see his own person in flesh and blood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE This is he.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDULL Signior Arme . . . Arme . . . commends you. There's villainy abroad. This letter will tell you more. [\u003ci\u003eShows a letter]\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD Sir, the contempts thereof are as touching me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING A letter from the magnificent Armado.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE How low soever the matter, I hope in God for high words.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLONGAVILLE A high hope for a low heaven. God grant us patience.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE To hear, or forbear hearing?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLONGAVILLE To hear meekly, sir, and to laugh moderately, or to forbear both.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us cause to climb in the merriness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD The matter is to me, sir, as concerning Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE In what manner?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE For the 'following', sir?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD As it shall follow in my correction, and God defend the right!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING Will you hear this letter with attention?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE As we would hear an oracle.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after the flesh.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING 'Great deputy, the welkin's vicegerent and sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's earth's god, and body's fostering patron'-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD Not a word of Costard yet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING 'So it is'- \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is, in telling true, but so.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING Peace!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD Be to me and every man that dares not fight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING No words!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD Of other men's secrets, I beseech you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING 'So it is, besieged with sable-coloured \u003cbr\u003emelancholy, 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 ycleped thy park. Then for the place, where? Where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene and most 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'-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD Me?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING 'That unlettered small-knowing soul'-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD Me?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING 'That shallow vassal'- \u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD Still me?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING 'Which, as I remember, hight Costard'- \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD O, me!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING 'Sorted and consorted, contrary to thy established proclaimed edict and continent canon, which with - O, with - but with this I passion to say wherewith'-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD With a wench.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING '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.'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDULL Me, an't shall please you. I am Anthony Dull.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING '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.'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE This is not so well as I looked for, but the best that ever I heard.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING Ay, the best for the worst. But, sirrah, what say you to this?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD Sir, I confess the wench.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING Did you hear the proclamation?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD I do confess much of the hearing it but little of the marking of it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment to be taken with a wench.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD I was taken with none, sir: I was taken with a damsel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING Well, it was proclaimed damsel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD This was no damsel, neither, sir: she was a virgin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING It is so varied too, for it was proclaimed virgin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD If it were, I deny her virginity: I was taken with a maid.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING This maid will not serve your turn, sir.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD This maid will serve my turn, sir.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING Sir, I will pronounce your sentence: you shall fast a week with bran and water.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKING And Don Armado shall be your keeper.\u003cbr\u003eMy Lord Berowne, see him delivered o'er:\u003cbr\u003eAnd go we, lords, to put in practice that\u003cbr\u003eWhich each to other hath so strongly sworn.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e[Exeunt King, Longaville and Dumaine]\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEROWNE I'll lay my head to any goodman's hat,\u003cbr\u003eThese oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn.\u003cbr\u003eSirrah, come on.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOSTARD 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 until then, sit down, sorrow! \u003ci\u003eExeunt\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e[Act 1 Scene 2]\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003erunning scene 1 continues\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Armado and Moth, his page\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eARMADO Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMOTH A great sign, sir, that he will look sad.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eARMADO Why, sadness is one and the self-same thing, dear imp.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMOTH No, no, O lord, sir, no.Edited by Jonathan Bate and Eric Rasmussen RSC","brand":"Modern Library","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46300378726629,"sku":"NP9780812969146","price":9.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780812969146.jpg?v=1767731925","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/loves-labours-lost-isbn-9780812969146","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}