Year written: mid-1590s
Context of the writing (Shakespeare’s career, political events it was responding to): Up and coming guy. Perhaps responding to a kind of “dare” about a good play not being able to include both clowns and kings?
Plot in a paragraph: The King of Navarre and his three best mates are going to do three years of hard study, no distractions, definitely no women. Then four women – the Princess of France and her bezzies turn up. Not much hilarity ensues. Then someone (offstage) dies.
Things that worked well: Biron/Berowne getting busted after berating the others
Things that didn’t work well: The lack of a plot?
Favourite character: Biron/Berowne (ouch – the shock of recognition….) Rosaline and the Princess are pretty cool too, obvs.
Words I learnt:
| Word | Definition |
| Sneaping | Sneaping – nipping, biting, sharply cold (wind) |
| Hight | Hight – named, called |
| Wight | Wight – a person of a specified kind/ghost, spirit |
| Dey-woman | Dey-woman – dairy maid |
| Passado | Passado – specific fencing maneuver where the fencer steps forward, extending the weapon arm to thrust at the opponent. |
| Duello | Duello – the custom of duelling or the established code governing duellists. |
| Chapmen | Chapmen – pedlars |
| Concolinel | Concolinel- ‘This article proposes that “Concolinel” is a mistranscription of “Qvand Colinet,” a popular French song first anthologised in 1602,’ |
| Guerdon | Guerdon – a reward or recompense. |
| Purblind | Purblind -having impaired or defective vision; partially blind. |
| Placket | Placket – A placket (also spelled placquet) is a finished[1] opening in the upper part of trousers or skirts, or at the neck, front, or sleeve of a garment.[2][3] The finish frequently consists of a fold of fabric that is attached to the opening in order for the fasteners (buttons, hooks, press studs) to be sewn to it. In modern usage, the term placket often refers to these double layers of fabric. |
| Paritors | Paritors servants, attendants, from Latin paritus (past participle of parēre to come forth, be visible, attend) |
| Pricket | Pricket – a male fallow deer in its second year, having straight, unbranched horns.2. Historical a spike for holding a candle. |
| Canzonet | Canzonet – a light usually strophic song. 2. : a part-song resembling but less elaborate than a madrigal |
| Quillets | Quillets – small tracts of land |
| Gloze | Glozes – make excuses for, use ingratiating language. |
| Fadge | Fadge – Fadge is a type of Irish and Scottish potato bread. It’s made like a lot of other potato breads with mashed potatoes and flour, |
| Hest | Hest – archaic form of behest |
| Fleer | Fleer – laugh impudently or jeeringly. |
| Fain | Fain – 1. pleased or willing under the circumstances. “the traveller was fain to proceed”2. compelled by the circumstances; obliged. |
| Bodkin | Bodkin – 1. a thick, blunt needle with a large eye, used for drawing tape or cord through a hem.2. Printin a pointed tool used for removing pieces of metal type for correction. |
| Falchion | Falchion – A falchion (/ˈfɔːltʃən/; Old French: fauchon; Latin: falx, “sickle”) is a one-handed, single-edged 37–40-inch (94–102 cm) sword of European origin. Falchions are found in different forms from around the 13th century up to and including the 16th century. In some versions, the falchion looks rather like the seax and later the sabre, and in other versions more like a machete with a crossguard. |
Lines worth knowing:
| Act scene lines | Character | Lines | Comment |
| 1, i | KING | “When, spite of cormorant devouring time” | |
| King | “The huge army of the world’s desires” | ||
| Act 1, scene 1 25 | Longaville | Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bitsMake rich the ribs but bankrout quite the wits | |
| Act 1, scene 1 | Costard | Sir, I confess the wench | |
| Act 1, scene 2 | ArmadoJaquenetta | “I love thee”“So I heard you say” | |
| Act 4, scene 2, | Nathaniel | he hath not drunkink. His intellect is not replenished. He is only ananimal, only sensible in the duller parts. | |
| Act 4, scene 3 | Dumaine | For none offend where all alike do dote. | |
| Act 4, scene 3 | biron | Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves,Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oath | |
| Act 5, scene 2 | Rosaline | And spent his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes. |
Marc’s entirely subjective verdict and score out of 5 bards (ymmv): 2
Will I be tracking down movies of this? : no – hugh the 2000 Branagh one does sound fun?,.
How far would I travel to see a good production of this? Xx
NB Longest scene in Shakespear (Act 5, scene 2)
Limericks
The kings “self-bettery” kicks
Doth colline with organic sticks
Princesses aren’t netted
And dicks aren’t wetted
Only with bombs could this yawner you fix
AND
The king’s has minions – they’re bossed
Into three years of study they’re tossed
But then come some wenches
Amusing “adventures”
Over two hours of your life will be lost
AND
The princess and her pals so well-bred
And the men are just thinking of bed
Then her dad is a corpse
And the future this warps
With a year of heel-cooling ahead
AND
This comedy’s “plot” is too light
And the puns it has are too trite
The satire’s specific
Was maybe terrific
The centuries have softened its bite.
UPDATE
What other people think:
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Books/chapters/articles I might try to track down:
Kammer, Miriam. “Breaking the Bounds of Domesticity: Ecofeminism and Nature Space in Love’s Labour’s Lost.” Shakespeare Bulletin 36, no. 3 (2018): 467-483.
Murray, Jessica. “Women Navigating the Climate Catastrophe: Challenging Anthropocentrism in Selected Fiction.” Journal of Literary Studies 37, no. 3 (2021): 15-33.
Podcasts and their contents
| Date | Podcast | Episode title | Topic | Length | Score out of ten (ymmv) | Comments |
| 6/7/2025 | No Holds Bard | 053 – So you’re going to see LLL | 32 | 9 | ||
| 6/7/2025 | Approaching Shakespeare | Love’s Labour’s Lost | University of Oxford Podcasts | 10 | Brilliant, as usual | ||
| Not true but useful | ||||||
| History of European Theatre | https://www.thehistoryofeuropeantheatre.com/loves-labours-lost-assist-me-some-extemporal-god-of-rhyme/ | |||||
| History of European Theatre | Nothing Goes to Plan in Love’s Labour’s Lost: A conversation with Eleanor Conlon | |||||
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