I do affect the very ground, which is base, where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which is basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn, which is a great argument of falsehood, if I love. And how can that be true love which is falsely attempted? Love is a familiar; Love is a devil: there is no evil angel but Love. Yet was Samson so tempted, and he had an excellent strength; yet was Solomon so seduced, and he had a very good wit. Cupid’s butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules’ club; and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard’s rapier. The first and second cause will not serve my turn; the passado he respects not, the duello he regards not: his disgrace is to be called boy; but his glory is to subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust rapier! be still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme, for I am sure I shall turn sonnet. Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.
I am in love with the very ground, which is low, where her shoe, which is even lower, guided by her foot, which is the lowest, treads. I will be lying, which is a clear sign of falsehood, if I love. And how can that be true love which is faked? Love is a habit; Love is a devil: there is no bad angel but Love. Yet Samson was tempted that way, and he had amazing strength; yet Solomon was misled the same, and he had very good sense. Cupid’s arrow is too strong for Hercules’ club; and that makes it too much of a challenge for a Spaniard’s sword. The first and second reasons won’t work for me; the thrust he doesn’t care about, the duel he doesn’t care about: his shame is being called a boy; but his glory is in defeating men. Goodbye, courage! Rust, sword! Be quiet, drum! because your leader is in love; yes, he loves. Help me, some impromptu god of poetry, because I know I’ll start writing a sonnet. Come up with ideas, wit; write, pen; because I’m ready to write whole books.
Don Adriano de Armado · Act 1, Scene 2
Armado stands alone, wrestling with his sudden love for Jaquenetta and the contradiction between his military pride and his newfound devotion. This speech lands because it captures the moment a man realizes he has become ridiculous—and decides to commit to the ridiculousness anyway, calling for sonnets and volumes of verse. It shows how love, in this play, unmakes identity and forces even the proudest men to surrender their armor.