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Re-enter BOYET.

Prin.

Now, what admittance, lord ?
Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach;
And he, and his competitors ? in oath,
Were all addressed to meet you, gentle lady,
Before I came. Marry, thus much have I learnt;
He rather means to lodge you in the field,
(Like one that comes here to besiege his court,)
Than seek a dispensation for his oath,
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 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,
Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance.
I I hear your grace has sworn-out house-keeping.
'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my word,
And sin to break it.
But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold;
To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.

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your mask!

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'll prove perjured, 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. '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 leave the rider in the mire.
Biron. What time o' day?
Ros. The hour that fools should ask.
Biron. Now fair befall
Ros. Fair fall the face it covers !
Biron. And send 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 the one half of an entire sum,
Disbursed by my father in his wars.
But say, that he, or we, (as neither have,)
Received that sum; yet there remains unpaid
A hundred thousand more ; in surety of the which,
One part of Aquitain is bound to us,
Although not valued to the money's worth.
If then the king your father will restore
But that one half which is unsatisfied,
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
A hundred thousand crowns; and not demands,
On payment of a hundred thousand crowns,

To have his title live in Aquitain;
Which we much rather had depart' withal,
And have the money by our father lent,
Than Aquitain so gelded as it is.
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.

King. I do protest, 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 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 specialties are bound.
To-morrow you shall have a sight of them.

King. It shall suffice me; at which interview, All liberal reason I will yield unto. Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand, As honor, without breach of honor, may Make tender of to thy true worthiness. You may not come, fair princess, in my gates; But here without you shall be so received, As you shall deem yourself lodged in my heart, Though so denied fair harbor in my house. Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell. To-morrow shall we visit you again. Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your

grace! King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place!

[Exeunt King and his Train.

1 To depart and to part were anciently synonymous.

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 the 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?
Ros. No point, with my

knife.
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 ?
Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.
Long. God's blessing on your beard !

Boyet. Good sir, be not offended.
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.

1 The old spelling of the affirmative particle ay is here retained for the sake of the rhyme.

2 Point, in French, is an adverb of negation, but, if properly spoken, is not sounded like the English word. A quibble was, however, intended. VOL. II.

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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.
Mar. That last is Biron, the merry, mad-cap lord;
Not a word with him but a jest.
Boyet.

And every jest but 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 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.

[Offering to kiss her. Mar.

Not so, gentle beast; My lips are no common, though several à they be.

Boyet. Belonging to whom ?
Mar.

To my fortunes and me. Prin. Good wits will be jangling, but, gentles,

agree; The civil war of wits were much better used On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abused. Boyet. If my observation, (which, very seldom

lies)
By the heart's still rhetoric, disclosed with eyes,
Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.

Prin. With what?
Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle, affected.
Prin. Your reason ?

1 A quibble is here intended upon the word several, which, besides its ordinary signification of separate, distinct, signified also an inclosed pasture, as opposed to an open field or common. Bacon and others used it in this sense.

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