Love’s Labour’s Lost: Michelle Terry | Shakespeare’s Globe | Rent or Buy on Globe Player

As I for praise alone now seek to spill
The poor deer’s blood, that my heart means no ill. Boyet: Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty Only for praise sake, when they strive to be
Lords o’er their lords? Only for praise: and praise we may afford To any lady that subdues a lord. Boyet: Here comes a member of the commonwealth.


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