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Now, what admittance, lord ?
[The ladies mask.
Enter King, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BIRON, and
King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my court.
will. Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing
Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise,
Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,
[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
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
King. Madam, your father here doth intimate
To have his title live in Aquitain;
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
We arrest your word. -
Satisfy me so.
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.
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
Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire that,
were a shame.
Boyet. Good sir, be not offended.
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.
Biron. What's her name, in the cap?
[Exit Biron.—Ladies unmask.
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 ?
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
Prin. With what?
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.