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Love's Labour's Lost, V. ii

For all your fair endeavours; and entreat,

Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe

In your rich wisdom to excuse or hide

The liberal opposition of our spirits,

If over-boldly we have borne ourselves

In the converse of breath; your gentleness

Was guilty of it. Farewell, worthy lord!

A heavy heart bears not a humble tongue,

Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks

For my great suit so easily obtain'd.

King. The extreme parts, of time. extremely forms

All causes to the purpose of his speed,

And often, at his very loose, decides

That which long process could not arbitrate:

And though the mourning brow of progeny

Forbid the smiling courtesy of love

The holy suit which fain it would convince;

Yet, since love's argument was first on foot,

Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it

From what it purpos'd; since, to wail friends lost

Is not by much so wholesome-profitable

As to rejoice at friends but newly found.

Prin. I understand you not: my griefs are double.

Ber. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief;

And by these badges understand the king.

For your fair sakes have we neglected time,

Play'd foul play with our oaths. Your beauty, ladies,

 741 liberal: over-free

743 converse of breath: conversation

745 humble: suited to the offering of thanks and apologies

748, 749 Cf. n.

750 loose: loosing, parting

754 convince: give proof of

760 double: excessive (?)

762 badges; cf. n.

