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yea, he loveth. Affift me, fome extemporal God of rhime, for, I am fure, I fhall turn fonnet. Devife wit, write pen, for I am for whole volumes in folio. [Exeunt.
SCENE, before the King of Navarre's Palace.
Enter the Princefs of France, Rofaline, Maria, Catharine, Boyet, Lords and other attendants.
OW, madam, fummon up your dearest fpirits; Confider, whom the King your father fends; To whom he sends, and what's his embassy. Your felf, held precious in the world's esteem, To parley with the fole inheritor Of all perfections that a man may owe, Matchlefs Navarre; the plea of no less weight Than Aquitain, a dowry for a Queen. Be now as prodigal of all dear grace, As nature was in making graces dear, When she did starve the general world befide, (8) And prodigally gave them all to you.
Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise; Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, Not utter'd by bafe fale of chapmen's tongues. I am lefs proud to hear you tell my worth,
18) When he did ftarve the general World befide,] Catullus has a Compliment, much of this Caft, to his Lesbia in his 87th Epigram: que cùm pulcherrima tota eft, Tum omnibus una omnes furripuit Veneres.
Than you much willing to be counted wife,
Tell him, the daughter of the King of France,
Boyet. Proud of imployment, willingly I go. [Exit.
Prin. Know you the man?
Mar. I knew him, madam, at a marriage feast, Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Jaques Faulconbridge folemnized. In Normandy faw I this Longaville, A man of fovereign parts he is esteem'd; Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms, Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well. The only foil of his fair virtue's glofs, (If virtue's glofs will ftain with any foil,) Is a fharp wit, match'd with too blunt a will; Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills It fhould fpare none, that come within his power.
Prin. Some merry-mocking lord, belike; is't fo? Mar. They fay fo moft, that most his humours
Prin. Such fhort-liv'd wits do wither as they grow, Who are the rest?
Cath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth,
Rofa. Another of thefe ftudents at that time
Prin. God bless my ladies, are they all in love,
Prin. Now, what admittance, Lord?
Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach;
Enter the King, Longaville, Dumain, Biron, and
King. Fair Princefs, welcome to the Court of Na
Prin. Fair, I give you back again; and welcome I have not yet the roof of this Court is too high to be yours; and welcome to the wide fields, too bafe to be mine.
King. You fhall be welcome, Madam, to my Court, Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me thither, King. Hear me, dear Lady, I have fworn an oath. Prin. Our Lady help my lord! he'll be forfworn. King. Not for the world, fair Madam, by my will. Prin. Why, Will fhall break its will, and nothing else.
King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is.
Prin. Were my Lord fo, his ignorance were wise, Where now his knowledge muft prove ignorance, I hear, your Grace hath fworn out house-keeping: 'Tis deadly fin to keep that oath, my Lord; And fin to break it.
But pardon me, I am too fudden bold:
King. Madam, I will, if fuddenly I may.
Rof. How needlefs was it then to ask the question? Biron. You must not be fo quick.
Rof. 'Tis long of you, that fpur me with fuch
Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill
Rof. Not 'till it leave the rider in the mire.
Rofa. The hour, that fools fhould ask.
A hundred thousand more; in furety of the which,
And not demands
One payment of an hundred thousand Crowns,
The old Books concur in this Reading, and Mr. Pope has embraced it; tho', as I conceive, it is ftark Nonfenfe, and repugnant to the Circumftance fuppos'd by our Poet. I have, by reforming the Pointing, and throwing out a fingle Letter, reftor'd, I believe, the genuine Senfe of the Paffage. Aquitain was pledg'd, it seems, to Navarre's Father for 200000 Crowns. The French King pretends to have paid one Moiety of this Debt, (which Navarre knows nothing of,) but demands this Moiety back again: inftead whereof (fays Navarre) he should rather pay the remaining Moiety, and demand to have Aquitain redeliver'd up to him. This is plain and eafy Reafoning upon the Fact fuppos'd; and Navarre declares, he had rather receive the Refidue of his Debt, than detain the Province mortgag'd for Security of it.