Love's Labour's Lost By William Shakespeare Act I: Scene 1

KING.
'sorted and consorted, contrary to thy established proclaimed
edict and continent canon, with — with, — O! with but with this I
passion to say wherewith,' —

COSTARD.
With a wench.

KING.
'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, Antony Dull, a man of
good repute, carriage, bearing, and estimation.'

DULL.
Me, an't please you; I am Antony Dull.

KING.
'For Jaquenetta, — so is the weaker vessel called, which I
apprehended with the aforesaid swain, — I keep her as a vessel of
thy 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.'

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

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

COSTARD.
Sir, I confess the wench.

KING.
Did you hear the proclamation?

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

KING.
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 damosel.

KING.
Well, it was proclaimed 'damosel'.

COSTARD.
This was no damosel neither, sir; she was a 'virgin'.

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

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

KING.
This maid not serve your turn, sir.

COSTARD.
This maid will serve my turn, sir.

KING.
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.

KING.
And Don Armado shall be your keeper.
My Lord Berowne, see him delivered o'er:
And go we, lords, to put in practice that
Which each to other hath so strongly sworn.

[Exeunt KING, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN.]

BEROWNE.
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.]

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