871 |
Love's Labours Lost |
Armado |
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1.2.109 |
^Sing^, boy. My spirit grows heavy in love. |
Brag. |
Sing Boy, my spirit grows heauy in loue. |
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426 |
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1.2.116 |
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1.2.116 |
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1.2.99 |
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872 |
Love's Labours Lost |
Armado |
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1.2.111 |
I say, ^sing^. |
Brag. |
I say sing. |
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428 |
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1.2.119 |
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1.2.119 |
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2.1.101 |
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873 |
Love's Labours Lost |
Armado |
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1.2.161 |
^be still, drum^: for your manager is in love |
Brag. |
bee | still Drum, for your manager is in loue; |
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483 |
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1.2.173 |
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1.2.172 |
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1.2.147 |
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874 |
Love's Labours Lost |
Armado |
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3.1.1 |
^Warble^, child; make passionate my sense of hearing. |
Bra |
Song. | Warble childe, make passionate my sense of hearing. |
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771 |
- Warble… |
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3.1.1 |
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3.1.1 |
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3.1.1 |
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875 |
Love's Labours Lost |
Moth |
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3.1.2 |
[^sings^] Concolinel. |
Boy |
Concolinel. |
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774 |
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3.1.3 |
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3.1.3 |
[sings the song]… |
3.1.2 |
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876 |
Love's Labours Lost |
Armado |
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3.1.3 |
^Sweet air^! Go, tenderness of years, take this ^key^. Give | enlargement to the swain. |
Brag. |
Sweete Ayer, go tendernesse of yeares: take | this Key, giue enlargement to the swaine, |
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775 |
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3.1.4 |
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3.1.4 |
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3.1.3 |
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877 |
Love's Labours Lost |
Moth |
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3.1.6 |
Master, will you win your love with a ^French brawl^? |
Boy |
Will you win your loue with a French braule? |
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779 |
…brawling… |
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3.1.7 |
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3.1.7 |
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3.1.6 |
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878 |
Love's Labours Lost |
Armado |
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3.1.7 |
How meanest thou—brawling in French? |
Bra. |
How meanest thou, brauling in French? |
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780 |
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3.1.8 |
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3.1.8 |
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3.1.7 |
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879 |
Love's Labours Lost |
Moth |
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3.1.8 |
No, my complete master; but to ^jig off a tune^ at the | tongue’s end, ^canary^ to it with your feet, humour it with turning | up your eyelids, ^sigh a note^ and ^sing a note^, sometime | through the throat as if you swallowed love with ^singing^ love . . . and keep not too long in one ^tune^, but a snip | and away. . . and make them men of ^note^ turning | up your eyelids, ^sigh a note^ and ^sing a note^, sometime | through the throat as if you swallowed love with ^singing^ love . . . and keep not too long in one ^tune^, but a snip | and away. . . and make them men of ^note^ |
Boy |
No my compleat master, but to Iigge off a tune | at the tongues end, canarie to it with the feete, humour | it with turning vp your eie: sigh a note and sing a note, | sometime through the throate: if you swallowed loue | with singing, loue sometime through: nose as if you | snuft vp loue by smelling loue with your hat penthouse-like | ore the shop of your eies, with your armes crost on | your thinbellie doublet, like a Rabbet on a spit, or your | hands in your pocket, like a man after the old painting, | and keepe not too long in one tune, but a snip and away: | these are complements, these are humours, these betraie |nice wenches that would be betraied without these, and | make them men of note: |
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781 |
...turning vp your eylids… |
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3.1.10 |
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3.1.10 |
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3.1.8 |
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[pun on 'note'?] |
880 |
Love's Labours Lost |
Rosaline |
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4.1.121 |
[^sings^] ‘Thou canst not hit it’ |
Rosa |
Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, |
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1114 |
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4.1.124 |
Thou canst not… |
4.1.124 |
(sings)… |
4.1.118 |
[Singing]… |
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