APPENDIX 
169 
LOVE’S LABOUR’S LOST 
Long. He weeds the corn and still lets grow the weeding. 
I. i. 96. 
At Christmas I no more desire a rose 
Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled shows. 
I. i. 106. 
The ebon-coloured ink, which here thou viewest. 
I i. 245. 
Cost. No egma, no riddle, no l’envoy, no salve in the mail, 
sir: O, sir, plantain, a plain plantain ! no l’envoy, no l’envoy ; 
no salve, sir, but a plain plantain ! 
HI. i. 73 . 
Cost. Pray you, sir, how much carnation riband may a 
man buy for a remuneration ? 
III. i. 146. 
Hoi. The deer was, as you know, sanguis, in blood ; ripe as 
a pomewater, who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of coelo, 
the sky, the welkin, the heaven ; and anon falleth like a crab 
on the face of terra,—the soil, the land, the earth. 
IV. ii. 3. 
Though to myself foresworn, to thee I’ll faithful prove ; 
Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like osiers 
bowed. 
IV. ii. hi. 
So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not 
To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, 
As thy eye beams, when their fresh rays have smote 
The dew of night that on my cheeks down flows. 
IV. iii. 25. 
Dum. As upright as the cedar. 
IV. iii. 89. 
But alack, my hand is sworn 
Ne’er to pluck thee from thy thorn. 
IV. iii. iii. 
King. By heaven, thy love is black as ebony. 
Biron. Is ebony like her ? O wood divine ! 
A wife of such wood were felicity. 
IV. iii. 247. 
Biron. Allons ! allons ! Sow’d cockle reap’d no corn ; 
And justice always whirls in equal measure. 
IV. iii. 383. 
