ROSALINE
How many weary steps,
Of many weary miles you have o’ergone,
Are number’d in the travel of one mile?
BIRON
We number nothing that we spend for you:
Our duty is so rich, so infinite,
That we may do it still without accompt.
Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face,
That we, like savages, may worship it.
May 15, 2009 at 9:13 pm |
[...] Love’s Labor Lost: “In reason nothing — something then in rhyme.” (1.1.96-99); “Nay, nothing Master Moth, but what they look upon”, “It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their words; and therefore I will say nothing” (1.2.153-160); “nothing becomes him ill that he would well” (2.1.40-51); “Why, will shall break it; will and nothing else” (2.1.97-106); “And three times as much more, and yet nothing at all.” (3.1.38-49); “impose on thee nothing but this” (3.1.126-131); “nothing but fair is that which you inherit” (4.1.14-23); “Imitari is nothing” (4.2.118-127); “I do nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my throat” (4.3.1-18); “Nay, it makes nothing sir — If it mar nothing neither” (4.3.185-191); “Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek” (4.3.228-242); “are we not all in love? — nothing so sure; and thereby all forsworn.” (4.3.278-281); “Madame, came nothing else along with that? — nothing but this!” (5.2.1-9); “Much in the letters; nothing in the praise.” (5.2.29-46); “nothing but peace and gentle visitation.”, “nothing but peace and gentle visitation. ” (5.2.176-184); “We number nothing that we spend for you” (5.2.186-203). [...]