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Love's Labour's Lost
·IV iii 58 ·
Verse
Dumaine [Reads] On a day--alack the day!-- Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen, can passage find; That the lover, sick to death, Wish himself the heaven's breath. Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow; Air, would I might triumph so! But, alack, my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn; Vow, alack, for youth unmeet, Youth so apt to pluck a sweet! Do not call it sin in me, That I am forsworn for thee; Thou for whom Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were; And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy love. This will I send, and something else more plain, That shall express my true love's fasting pain. O, would the king, Biron, and Longaville, Were lovers too! Ill, to example ill, Would from my forehead wipe a perjured note; For none offend where all alike do dote. |
Original: On a day–alack the day!–
Modern: One day–oh, what a day!–
Original: Love, whose month is ever May,
Modern: Cupid, who makes every month feel like spring,
Original: Spied a blossom passing fair
Modern: Spotted an incredibly beautiful flower
Original: Playing in the wanton air:
Modern: Moving playfully in the carefree breeze:
Original: Through the velvet leaves the wind,
Modern: Through the soft leaves the wind,
Original: All unseen, can passage find;
Modern: Invisible, can easily pass through;
Original: That the lover, sick to death,
Modern: So that the lover, dying with desire,
Original: Wish himself the heaven’s breath.
Modern: Wishes he could be that very breeze.
Original: Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;
Modern: Wind, he said, you get to blow against her cheeks;
Original: Air, would I might triumph so!
Modern: Wind, how I wish I could have that victory!
Original: But, alack, my hand is sworn
Modern: But, sadly, I have made a promise
Original: Ne’er to pluck thee from thy thorn;
Modern: Never to pick you from your thorny stem;
Original: Vow, alack, for youth unmeet,
Modern: A vow, sadly, unsuitable for a young man,
Original: Youth so apt to pluck a sweet!
Modern: Young men who are so naturally inclined to grab what’s sweet!
Original: Do not call it sin in me,
Modern: Don’t consider it a sin on my part,
Original: That I am forsworn for thee;
Modern: That I’m breaking my vow because of you;
Original: Thou for whom Jove would swear
Modern: You’re so beautiful that Jupiter himself would swear
Original: Juno but an Ethiope were;
Modern: His own wife Juno was ugly and dark;
Original: And deny himself for Jove,
Modern: And he’d deny his own identity as a god,
Original: Turning mortal for thy love.
Modern: Becoming human just to win your love.
Original: This will I send, and something else more plain,
Modern: I’ll send this poem, and something else more direct,
Original: That shall express my true love’s fasting pain.
Modern: That will better express the starving pain of my true love.
Original: O, would the king, Biron, and Longaville,
Modern: Oh, if only the King, Berowne, and Longaville
Original: Were lovers too! Ill, to example ill,
Modern: Were in love too! One wrong act, following another wrong act,
Original: Would from my forehead wipe a perjured note;
Modern: Would erase the mark of oath-breaker from my forehead;
Original: For none offend where all alike do dote.
Modern: Because no one’s guilty when everyone is equally lovesick.
In Act IV, Scene 3 of “Love’s Labour’s Lost,” the four lords of Navarre find themselves caught in a comedic web of romantic revelation and mutual discovery. The scene begins with Berowne entering alone, having composed a sonnet to Rosaline, which he reads aloud before hiding when the King approaches. The King then reveals his own love poem dedicated to the Princess of France, reading it aloud before concealing himself upon Longaville’s arrival. This pattern continues as Longaville enters and recites his sonnet to Maria, only to hide when Dumain appears. Dumain, believing himself alone, reads his poem to Katherine, completing the chain of hidden observers.
The comedic tension reaches its peak when each lord successively reveals himself to confront the others about breaking their scholarly vows. Dumain is discovered first by Longaville and the King, followed by Longaville being exposed by the King, who is then revealed by Berowne. However, Berowne’s moment of moral superiority is short-lived when Jaquenetta and Costard arrive with his own love letter, which Jaquenetta was supposed to deliver to Rosaline. Faced with undeniable evidence of their collective failure to maintain their oath of celibacy and scholarly devotion, all four men acknowledge their romantic entanglements. Berowne delivers a lengthy speech justifying their abandonment of their vows, arguing that love and the pursuit of women provide a higher form of education than books, ultimately convincing his companions to pursue their respective beloveds.
“Love’s Labour’s Lost” opens with Ferdinand, the King of Navarre, and his three courtiers—Berowne, Longaville, and Dumain—taking a solemn oath to dedicate three years to scholarly pursuits while forswearing the company of women, fasting, and sleeping only three hours per night. Their noble intentions are immediately complicated by the arrival of the Princess of France and her three attending ladies—Rosaline, Maria, and Katharine—who come on a diplomatic mission regarding Aquitaine. Despite their vows, all four men quickly fall in love with the visiting ladies, though they initially attempt to hide their feelings from one another.
The romantic complications intensify when each man tries to secretly woo his chosen lady while believing himself to be the only oath-breaker. Comic relief is provided by a cast of eccentric characters including Don Armado, a bombastic Spanish knight who loves the country wench Jaquenetta; Costard, a simple clown; and the pedantic schoolmaster Holofernes. The ladies, aware of the men’s affections, decide to test their suitors’ sincerity by disguising themselves at a masque, leading to a delightful scene of mistaken identities where each man woos the wrong woman.
The play builds toward what seems like a conventional comic resolution with multiple betrothals, but Shakespeare subverts expectations in the final act. News arrives that the Princess’s father, the King of France, has died, casting a somber shadow over the festivities. The ladies impose a year-long trial on their suitors—the men must prove their love’s constancy through a period of good works and patient waiting. The play concludes unusually for a Shakespearean comedy, with promises of future union rather than immediate marriages, ending with the famous songs of Spring and Winter that celebrate the eternal cycle of seasons and human nature.