“ How many weary steps Of many weary miles you have o'ergone Are numb'red in the travel of one mile? BEROWNE. We number nothing that we spend for you; Our duty is so rich, so infinite, That we may do it still without accompt. ”
William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost (1598). copy citation
| Author | William Shakespeare |
|---|---|
| Source | Love's Labour's Lost |
| Topic | travel duty |
| Date | 1598 |
| Language | English |
| Reference | |
| Note | Written between 1595 and 1596 |
| Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1109/pg1109-images.html |
Context
“If to come hither you have measur'd miles, And many miles, the Princess bids you tell How many inches doth fill up one mile. BEROWNE. Tell her we measure them by weary steps. BOYET. She hears herself. ROSALINE. How many weary steps Of many weary miles you have o'ergone Are numb'red in the travel of one mile? BEROWNE. 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. ROSALINE. My face is but a moon, and clouded too. KING. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do. Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine, Those clouds removed, upon our watery eyne.”
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