I suffer for the truth, sir; for true it is, I was taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true girl; and therefore welcome the sour cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!
I’m suffering for the truth, sir; because it’s true, I was caught with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a genuine girl; so bring on the bitter taste of success! Misfortune might one day smile on me again; and until then, sit down, sorrow!
Costard · Act 1, Scene 1
Costard accepts his punishment with unexpected dignity, treating his time with Jaquenetta as something true and worthy of suffering. This speech lands because it reframes suffering as a form of grace—the clown becomes the play's moral center, finding joy and meaning in affliction. It tells us that love, however simple or humble, ennobles those who feel it.
Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, The endeavor of this present breath may buy That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge And make us heirs of all eternity.
Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live recorded on our solid tombstones, And then honor us in the disgrace of death; When, despite the greedy passage of time, The efforts of this moment may earn An honor that will blunt Time's sharp scythe And make us heirs of all eternity.
Ferdinand, King of Navarre · Act 1, Scene 1
Ferdinand opens the play by announcing his academy plan, vowing to pursue immortal fame through study and the denial of worldly pleasure. This line reveals the fundamental delusion that drives the plot: the belief that will and reason can override human nature and cheat death itself. It is the arrogance that the play will systematically dismantle.
Sir, I confess the wench.
Sir, I admit it was the girl.
Costard · Act 1, Scene 1
When asked about his transgression, Costard simply admits it without excuse or elaboration. The line works because it is the play's first honest answer to a lie—Costard speaks plainly where everyone else will later hide behind masks and sonnets. His directness exposes the truth that will take the entire play to confirm: the simple acknowledgment is more honorable than all the ornate denial.