Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth, Of all that virtue love for virtue lov`d : Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill; Ros. Another of these students at that time Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love; That every one her own hath garnished With such bedecking ornaments of praise? Mar. Here comes Boyet. Prin. Re-enter BoYET. Now, what admittance, lord? Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach; And he and his competitors in oath Were all address'd to meet you, gentle lady, a Compared to his great worthiness. To let you enter his unpeopled house. Here comes Navarre. [The Ladies mask. Enter KING, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BIRON, and Attendants. King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of Navarre. 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 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; To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me. Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, And suddenly resolve me in my suit. [Gives a paper. King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away; For you '11 prove perjur'd, if you make me stay. Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? Biron. I know you did. Ros. How needless was it then to ask the question! Biron. You must not be so quick. Ros. "T is longa of you that spur me with such questions. Biron. Your wit 's too hot, it speeds too fast, 't will tire. Ros. Not till it leave 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 But say, that he, or we, (as neither have,) An hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, To have his title live in Aquitain; Which we much rather had depart withal, Dear princess, were not his requests so far 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, And wrong the reputation of your name, In so unseeming to confess receipt Of that which hath so faithfully been paid. Prin. We arrest your word : Boyet, you can produce acquittances, Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not come, Where that and other specialties are bound; To-morrow you shall have a sight of them. King. It shall suffice me: at which interview, 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. • The Princess is to be lodged, according to her rank, without the gates, although denied a farther advance-lodgment-in the King's house. Ros. Is the fool sick? Biron. Sick at the heart. Ros. Alack, let it blood. Biron. Would that do it good? Ros. My physic says, ay. Biron. Will you prick 't with your eye? Ros. No poynt, with my knife. Biron. Now, God save thy life! [Retiring. Dum. Sir, I pray you a word: What lady is that same? Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rosaline her name. [Exit. Long. I beseech you a word: What is she in the white? Boyet. A woman sometimes, if you saw her in the light. Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter? She is an heir of Falconbridge. Long. Nay, my choler is ended. She is a most sweet lady. 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. a No poynt-the double negative of the French, non point. |