Love's Labour's Lost
ACT FIRST
Scene One
[The King of Navarre's Park]
Enter Ferdinand King of Navarre, Berowne, Longaville, and Dumaine.
King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,
And then grace us in the disgrace of death;
When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, 4
Th' endeavour of this present breath may buy
That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge,
And make us heirs of all eternity.
Therefore, brave conquerors,—for so you are, 8
That war against your own affections
And the huge army of the world's desires,—
Our late edict shall strongly stand in force:
Navarre shall be the wonder of the world; 12
Our court shall be a little academe,
Still and contemplative in living art.
You three, Berowne, Dumaine, and Longaville,
Have sworn for three years' term to live with me, 16
My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes
That are recorded in this schedule here:
Your oaths are pass'd; and now subscribe your names,
That his own hand may strike his honour down 20
That violates the smallest branch herein.
Love's Labour's Lost; cf. n.
4 cormorant: ravenous
6 bate: blunt
12 Navarre; cf. n.
13 academe: academy
14 living art: the art of living; cf. n.
19 subscribe: sign
