Than seek a dispensation for his oath, To let you enter his unpeopled house. [The ladies mask. Enter King, Longaville, Dumain, Biron, and at tendants. King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of Navarre. Prin. Fair, I give you back again; and, wel come I have not yet: the roof of this court is too high to be yours; and welcome to the wild fields too base to be mine. King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my court. Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me thither. King. Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath. Prin. Our lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn. King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will. Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing else. King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise. But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold; Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, [Gives a paper. once? Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? (1) Whereas. Biron. I know, you did. How needless was it then To ask the question! You must not be so quick. Biron. Ros. 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such questions. Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire. Ros. Not till it leaves the rider in the mire. Biron. What time o' day? Ros. The hour that fools should ask. Biron. Nay, then will I be gone. King. Madam, your father here doth intimate, The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; Being but the one half of an entire sum, Disbursed by my father in his wars. But say, that he, or we (as neither have,) Although not valued to the money's worth. Which we much rather had depart1 withal, Dear princess, were not his requests so far (1) Part. From reason's yielding, your fair self should make A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast, And go well satisfied to France again. Prin. You do the king my father too much wrong Of that which hath so faithfully been paid. Prin. We arrest your word: Boyet, you can produce acquittances, For such a sum, from special officers Of Charles his father. King. Satisfy me so. Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not come, Where that and other specialities are bound; King. It shall suffice me: at which interview, All liberal reason I will yield unto. Meantime, receive such welcome at my hand, Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace! King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place! [Exeunt King and his Train. Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own heart. Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it. Biron. I would, you heard it groan. Ros. Is the fool sick? Biron. Sick at heart. Ros. Alack, let it blood. Biron. Would that do it good? Ros. My physic says, I. Biron. Will you prick't with your eye? Biron. Now, God save thy life! Ros. And yours from long living! Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving. [Retiring. Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: What lady is that same? Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rosaline her name. Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you well. [Exit. Long. I beseech you a word; What is she in the white? Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the light. Long. Perchance, light in the light: I desire her name. Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire that, were a shame. Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter? She is an heir of Falconbridge. Boyet. Not unlike, sir; that may be. [Exit Long. Biron. What's her name, in the cap? Boyet. Katharine, by good hap. Biron. Is she wedded, or no? Boyet. To her will, sir, or so. Biron. You are welcome, sir; adieu! Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you. [Exit Biron.-Ladies unmask. (1) Aye, yes. (2) A French particle of negation VOL. II. M Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord; Not a word with him but a jest. Boyet. his word. Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was tc board. Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry! Boyet. And wherefore not ships? No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. Mar. You sheep, and I pasture; Shall that finish the jest? Boyet. So you grant pasture for me. Mar. [Offering to kiss her. Not so, gentle beast; My lips are no common, though several they be. whom? To my fortunes and me. Prin. Good wits will be jangling: but, gentles, agree: The civil war of wits were much better used By the heart's still rhetoric, disclosed with eyes, Prin. With what? Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle,affected. Prin. Your reason? Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their retire To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire: (1) A quibble, several signified unenclosed lands |