Monologue

Berowne Monologue from Love's Labour's Lost

From Love's Labour's Lost by William Shakespeare

male · defiant · 1:23 min

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Sweet lord, and why? (LONGAVILLE: To fright them hence with that dread penalty.) A dangerous law against gentility. (Reads.) Item, If any man be seen to talk with a woman within the term of three years, he shall endure such public shame as the rest of the court can possibly devise. This article, my liege, yourself must break, For well you know here comes in embassy The French King’s daughter, with yourself to speak— A mild of grace and complete majesty— About surrender up of Aquitaine To her decrepit, sick, and bedrid father. Therefore this article is made in vain, Or vainly comes th’ admired Princess hither. (KING: What say you, lords? Why, this was quite forgot.) So study evermore is overshot. While it doth study to have what it would, It doth forget to do the thing it should; And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, ’Tis won as towns with fire: so won, so lost.

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20s · anticipation · power · identity · love

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