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juvenal

Shakespearean Definition:

Noun - A person who writes satires

Frequency: 7

Here are all of the speeches where juvenal shows up across the corpus:

A Midsummer Night's Dream


Most radiant Pyramus , most lily-white of hue ,
Of color like the red rose on triumphant brier ,
Most brisky juvenal and eke most lovely Jew ,
As true as truest horse , that yet would never tire .
I’ll meet thee , Pyramus , at Ninny’s tomb .

Henry IV, Part 2

Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me .
The brain of this foolish-compounded clay , man , is
not able to invent anything that intends to laughter
more than I invent , or is invented on me . I am not
only witty in myself , but the cause that wit is in
other men . I do here walk before thee like a sow
that hath overwhelmed all her litter but one . If the
Prince put thee into my service for any other reason
than to set me off , why then I have no judgment .
Thou whoreson mandrake , thou art fitter to be
worn in my cap than to wait at my heels . I was never
manned with an agate till now , but I will inset you
neither in gold nor silver , but in vile apparel , and
send you back again to your master for a jewel . The
juvenal , the Prince your master , whose chin is not
yet fledge — I will sooner have a beard grow in the
palm of my hand than he shall get one off his cheek ,
and yet he will not stick to say his face is a face
royal . God may finish it when He will . ’Tis not a hair
amiss yet . He may keep it still at a face royal , for a
barber shall never earn sixpence out of it , and yet
he’ll be crowing as if he had writ man ever since his
father was a bachelor . He may keep his own grace ,
but he’s almost out of mine , I can assure him . What
said Master Dommelton about the satin for my
short cloak and my slops ?

Love’s Labor’s Lost

How canst thou part sadness and melancholy ,
my tender juvenal ?

Love’s Labor’s Lost

Why tender juvenal ? Why tender juvenal ?

Love’s Labor’s Lost

I spoke it tender juvenal as a congruent
epitheton appertaining to thy young days , which
we may nominate tender .

Love’s Labor’s Lost


A most acute juvenal , voluble and free of grace .
By thy favor , sweet welkin , I must sigh in thy face .
Most rude melancholy , valor gives thee place .
My herald is returned .