All 18 Uses of
mock
in
Love's Labour's Lost
- Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so?†
Scene 2.1 *
- We are wise girls to mock our lovers so.†
Scene 5.2
- They are worse fools to purchase mocking so.†
Scene 5.2
- The effect of my intent is to cross theirs; They do it but in mocking merriment; And mock for mock is only my intent.†
Scene 5.2
- The effect of my intent is to cross theirs; They do it but in mocking merriment; And mock for mock is only my intent.†
Scene 5.2
- The effect of my intent is to cross theirs; They do it but in mocking merriment; And mock for mock is only my intent.†
Scene 5.2
- Their several counsels they unbosom shall To loves mistook, and so be mock'd withal Upon the next occasion that we meet With visages display'd to talk and greet.†
Scene 5.2
- There's no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown, To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own: So shall we stay, mocking intended game, And they well mock'd, depart away with shame.†
Scene 5.2
- There's no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown, To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own: So shall we stay, mocking intended game, And they well mock'd, depart away with shame.†
Scene 5.2
- Look how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks!†
Scene 5.2
- The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the razor's edge invisible, Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen, Above the sense of sense; so sensible Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings, Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things.†
Scene 5.2
- Good madam, if by me you'll be advis'd, Let's mock them still, as well known as disguis'd.†
Scene 5.2
- We are descried: they'll mock us now downright.†
Scene 5.2
- Well said, old mocker: I must needs be friends with thee.†
Scene 5.2
- Though my mocks come home by me, I will now be merry.†
Scene 5.2
- Oft have I heard of you, my Lord Berowne, Before I saw you; and the world's large tongue Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks; Full of comparisons and wounding flouts, Which you on all estates will execute That lie within the mercy of your wit: To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain, And therewithal to win me, if you please,— Without the which I am not to be won,— You shall this twelvemonth term, from day to day, Visit the speechless sick, and still converse With groaning…†
Scene 5.2
- SPRING I. When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then on every tree Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O, word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!†
Scene 5.2
- When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he: Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O, word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!†
Scene 5.2