Love Lessons … and Language in “Love’s Labor’s Lost”

Cover image and above: Princess of France, [character in Shakespeare’s] Love’s Labor’s Lost, by artist John William Wright (1802–1848), engraving by printmaker William Henry Mote. Source: Folger Shakespeare Library; LUNA: Folger Digital Image Collection. License: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License (CC By-SA 4.0).

Despite its alliteration, the title of this early Shakespeare comedy does not exactly roll off the tongue. It trips and twists the tongue. Innocently, maybe, and yet I’m wondering now, having come to the end of the drama, if it’s a kind of trap meant to catch the eye and the mind. It’s suggestive and elusive. Part riddle, part nursery rhyme, it’s playful in a she-sells-seashells kind of way. Love’s Labor’s Lost. What exactly does this mean? Having trouble getting my head around it, simple meaning keeping its distance, I look to the apostrophes.

Guides to grammar tell us the apostrophe is used to indicate the possessive case, contractions, and omitted letters. Clearly, only the first applies; still, knowing this doesn’t immediately help. “Love’s Labor” might be understood to mean the effort of a would-be lover to woo another—for example, the writing of sonnets or the singing of songs to kindle a reciprocal affection in the object of desire. This is the work of love and seems straightforward but the meaning of the second part, as joined with the first, is harder to grasp. I realize now it’s because of the second apostrophe. If the title had only one apostrophe and read “Love’s Labors Lost,” though slightly odd as titles go, one could make the jump to understand this as referencing efforts toward love that have been wasted and unfruitful. “Labor’s Lost” taken as a separate element, considered alone, requires a bit of mental adjustment—at least for me. If the apostrophe here again indicates the possessive case, we must see “Lost” as somehow owned or possessed by “Labor.” It helps to imagine “Labor” a kind of person. We might then see the “Lost” as its children or its thoughts or, just for example, its sheep—as in Little Bo Peep’s Lost. Labor’s lost efforts or lost time or something along those lines. But maybe I make too much of an apostrophe?

Ferdinand, King of Navarre, [character in Shakespeare’s] Love’s Labor’s Lost, watercolor, 1891, by Edward Hamilton Bell. Source: Folger Shakespeare Library; LUNA: Folger Digital Image Collection. License: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License (CC By-SA 4.0).

Looking to the play itself, it’s clear that language and games are central to this unusual work. In case you don’t know it or haven’t read it, the set up goes like this: Ferdinand, the king of Navarre, and his attending lords, Berowne, Longaville, and Dumaine, all in the flush of young adulthood, determine to achieve everlasting fame and glory, and perhaps the virtues that learning might bring, by dedicating themselves to study for a period of three years, during which, according to their sworn pact, they are to keep in a kind of seclusion—removed from those things that might tempt them from their lofty goal. They are to limit their meals to once a day; and, one day in a week, to fast entirely. Sleep too is to be curtailed, cut to no more than three hours per night. But the hardest charge is to see no women. (Women, with beautiful Shakespearean irony, will be the chief educators here and the source of whatever knowledge the king and his cohort manage to come by during the course of the play.) Berowne, the most eloquent protestor to these conditions, sums up the state of affairs:

“O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep, / Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep.” (I.i. 47–48)

He has agreed to study, not to these other restrictions, he says; he agreed only to stay and read beside the king and the others for three years, but Ferdinand—and Longaville, in support—will have none of it. And the involved parties debate the matter.

Longaville: “You swore to that, Berowne, and to the rest.”
Berowne: “By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest. / What is the end of study, let me know.”
King: “Why, that to know which else we should not know.”
Berowne: “Things hid and barr’d (you mean) from common sense.”
King: “Ay, that is study’s godlike recompense.” (53–58)

It is interesting to consider this “end of study,” a reward or fruit worthy of a god. It also smacks of original sin.

Eden, In the Morning of Creation. Plate no. 1 from The Beautiful Story. Philadelphia, PA, and Toronto, Canada: C. R. Parish & Co., 1888.

Adam and Eve ate of the forbidden tree of the knowledge of good and evil and, as is well known, were kicked out of paradise for it, lest they “take also of the tree of life, and eat, and live for ever” (Gen. 4:22). Such an aspiration—to be like a god—can only be met with failure, and indeed that’s what our young king meets. His failure, which comes early and quickly in the form of the Princess of France and her three attending ladies, Rasaline, Maria, and Katherine, is an intellectual disappointment and the inevitable consequence of lusty youth, which is not eager to be cloistered.

Love’s Labor’s Lost, Princess, Rosaline, &c. Print (c. 1830s?) by W. F. Starling from a drawing by artist William Hamilton. Source: Folger Shakespeare Library; LUNA: Folger Digital Image Collection. License: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License (CC By-SA 4.0).

The Princess of France has come to speak with the king on business of state; she cannot be ignored. And yet his oath would have him ignore her. He finds, in his mind, a kind of loophole and middle ground. He will attend to her and welcome her outside his house—as if he only needed to keep to his oath when in his cloister and behind his walls. Boyet, attending lord to the princess, reports this to her:

“He rather means to lodge you in the field, / Like one that comes here to besiege his court, /Than seek a dispensation for his oath, / To let you enter his [unpeopled] house.” (II, i, 85–88).

The princess and her entourage are no army intent upon war, as we know, and yet it is clear that war there will be—or if not quite war a kind of melee in this mini battle of the sexes.

The king greets the princess, in his mind most graciously, with salutatory bombast like a dumb cannon without cannonball: “Fair Princess, welcome to the court of Navarre.” (II, i, 90). The princess fires back: “‘Fair’ I give you back again, and ‘welcome’ / I have not yet. The roof of this court is too high to / be yours, and welcome to the wide fields too base to be mine.”

Immediately the princess begins to teach the king something of the absurdity of his notions and the immaturity of his logic, which doesn’t quite hold. Given the youth of the king and his friends and the fact that they are not indeed monks, his idea to be cloistered and deprived to varying degrees of sleep, food, and women is absurd; and it is equally ridiculous to call the space between the sky and the ground his court.

Of course, the king and his lords are already beaten, and the rest of the play counts the ways. Berowne, who never quite bought into their severe pact, gives an articulate explanation for their failure in act four:

“Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O, let us embrace!
As true we are as flesh and blood can be.
The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face:
Young blood doth not obey an old decree.
We cannot cross the cause why we were born;
Therefore all hands must we be forsworn.” (IV, iii, 210–215)

Ferdinand himself admits his failure, and invites the princess into his house; but she’s no longer interested. The king comes by his notions too quickly, and must be taught a lesson; he must also prove he is worthy of the affection he now so clearly desires:

Princess: “Now by my maiden honor, yet as pure / As the unsullied lily, I protest, / A world of torments though I should endure, / I would not yield to be your house’s guest: / So much I hate a breaking cause to be / Of heavenly oaths, vow’d with integrity.” (V, ii, 351–356)

Such a fickle fellow is not to be trusted; or, at least, he—and the others—must prove their worth; each suitor—the king to the princess, and respective lords to respective ladies—will be tested with a penance to last one year. This will ensure that they can indeed keep to oaths that matter. If at the end of that year they prove true, they will have that which they truly desire. Not abstract yearning knowledge but rather the hands of those whom they imagine, by end of play, they hold so dear. We can only guess if they’ll succeed, for the time before them, before the potential satisfaction of their desires, is, as Berowne proclaims: “…too long for a play.”


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