Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
BIRON. I know, you did.

Ros. How needlefs was it then to ask the question?
BIRON. You must not be fo quick.

Ros. 'Tis long of you that fpur me with fuch questions.
BIRON. Your wit's too hot, it fpeeds too faft, 'twill tire.
Ros. Not 'till it leave the rider in the mire.

BIRON. What time o'day?

Ros. The hour, that fools fhould ask.
BIRON. Now fair befal your mask!
Ros. Fair fall the face it covers!
BIRON. And fend you many lovers!
Ros. Amen, so you be none !
BIRON. Nay, then will I be gone.

KING. Madam, your father here doth intimate
The payment of a hundred thousand crowns;
Being but th' one half of an entire fum,
Disbursed by my father in his wars.

But fay, that he, or we, as neither have,
Receiv'd that fum; yet there remains unpaid
A hundred thousand more; in furety of the which,
One part of Aquitain is bound to us,

Although not valu'd to the mony's worth:
If then the king your father will restore
But that one half which is unfatisfy'd,
We will give up our right in Aquitain,
And hold fair friendship with his majesty:
But that, it seems, he little purposeth,
For here he doth demand to have repaid
An hundred thousand crowns, and not demands,
On payment of an hundred thousand crowns,
To have his title live in Aquitain;

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Which we much rather had depart withal,
And have the money by our father lent,
Than Aquitain fo gelded as it is.

Dear princess, were not his requests fo far

From reafon's yielding, your fair self should make
A yielding 'gainst some reason in my breast;
And go well fatisfied to France again.

PRIN. You do the king my father too much wrong, And wrong the reputation of your name,

In fo unfeeming to confefs receipt

Of that, which hath fo faithfully been paid.
KING. I do proteft, I never heard of it;
And if you prove it, I'll repay it back,
Or yield up Aquitain.

PRIN. We arrest your word:
Boyet, you can produce acquittances
For fuch a fum, from special officers

Of Charles his father.

KING. Satisfy me fo.

BOYET. So please your Grace, the packet is not come,

Where that and other fpecialties are bound :

To-morrow you fhall have a fight of them.

KING. It fhall fuffice me; at which interview,

All liberal reason I will yield unto;

Mean time, receive fuch welcome at my hand,
As honour without breach of honour may
Make tender of, to thy true worthiness.
You may not come, fair princefs, in my gates ;
But here, without, you shall be so receiv'd,
As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart,
Tho' fo deny'd fair harbour in my house:

Your own good thoughts excufe me, and farewel;

To-morrow we shall vifit you again.

PRIN. Sweet health and fair defires confort your Grace! KING. Your own with wish I thee, in every place.

[Exit.

BIRON. Lady, I will commend you to my own heart.
Ros. I pray you, do my commendations;

I would be glad to see it.

BIRON. I would, you heard it groan.

Ros. Is the fool fick ?

BIRON. Sick at the heart.

Ros. Alack, let it blood.

BIRON. Would that do it good?
Ros. My phyfick fays, ay.

BIRON. Will you prick't with your eye?

Ros Non, poynt," with my knife.

BIRON. NOW God fave thy life!

Ros. And yours from long living!

BIRON. I can't stay thanksgiving.

[Exit.

DUM. Sir, I pray you a word: what lady is that fame ?
BOYET. The heir of Alanfon, Rofaline her name.
DUM. A gallant lady; monfieur, fare you well. [Exit.
LONG. I befeeeh you, a word: what is the in white?
BOYET. A woman fometimes, if you faw her in the
light.

LONG. Perchance, light in the light; I defire her name. BOYET. She hath but one for herfelf; to defire that were a fhame.

LONG. Pray you, fir, whofe daughter?
BOYET. Her mother's, I have heard.

LONG. God's bleffing on your beard!
BOYET. Good fir, be not offended.
She is an heir of Faulconbridge.

BOYET. To her will, fir, or fo.

BIRON. You are welcome, fir; adieu!

BOYET. Farewel to me, fir, and welcome to you.

[Exit. Biron MAR. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord.;

Not a word with him but a jeft.

BOYET. And every jeft a word.

PRIN. It was well done of you to take him at his word. BOYET. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to board. MAR. Two hot sheeps, marry.

BOYET. And wherefore not fhips?

No sheep, fweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips.

MAR. You fheep, and I pasture; fhall that finifh the jeft?

BOYET. So you grant pafture for me,

MAR. Not fo, gentle beast;

My lips are no common, though feveral they be.

BOYET. Belonging to whom?

MAR. To my fortune and me.

PRIN. Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree.

The civil war of wits were much better us'd

On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abus'd.

BOYET. If my observation, which very seldom lies, By the heart's ftill retorick, difclofed with eyes, Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected,

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 defire: His heart, like an agat with your print impreffed, Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed: His tongue, all impatient to speak and not fee, Did ftumble with hafte in his eye-fight to be: All fenfes to that sense did make their rapair, To feel only looking on faireft of fair; Methought all his fenfes were lock'd in his eye, As jewels in chrystal for fome prince to buy ;

Who tendring their own worth from whence they were glasst,
Did point out to buy them, as long as you past.
His face's own margent did quote fuch amazes,
That all eyes faw his eyes enchanted with gazes:
I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his,

An' you give him for my fake but one loving kiss.
PRIN. Come, to our pavilion: Boyet is difpos'd-

BOYET. But to speak that in words, which his eye hath difclos'd;

I only have made a mouth of his eye,

By adding a tongue which I know will not lie.

Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speakest skilfully. MAR. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of him. Ros. Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is but grim.

BOYET. Do you hear, my mad wenches?

MAR. NO.

BOYET. What then, do you fee?
Ros. Ay, our way to be gone.

BOYET. You are too hard for me.

[Exeunt.