Prin. Why, will thall break it; will, and nothing else. King. Your ladyfhip is ignorant what it is.

Prin. Were my lord fo, his ignorance were wise,
Where now his knowledge must 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 :[4]

But pardon me, I am too fudden bold:
To teach a teacher ill befeemeth me.
Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,
And suddenly refolve me in my fuit.

King. Madam, I will, if fuddenly I may.
Prin. You will the fooner, that I were away;
For you'll prove perjur'd, if you make me ftay.
Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
Rof. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
Biron. I know you did.

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 queftions. Biron. Your wit's too hot, it fpeeds too fast, 'twill tire. Rof. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.

Biron. What time o'day?

Rof. The hour, that fools fhould ask.

Biron. Now fair befal your mask !

Rof. Fair fall the face it covers!

Biron. And fend you many lovers!
Rof. Amen; fo you be none.

Biron. Nay, then will I begone.

King. Madam, your father here doth intimate

The payment of a hundred thousand crowns;
Being but the one half of an entire fum,
Diburfed 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 thoufand more; in furety 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 reftore
But that one half which is unfatisfied,
We will give up our right in Aquitain,

[4] The princefs fhews an inconvenience very frequently attending rafh oaths, which, whether kept or broken, produce guilt."

JOHNS.

And hold fair friendship with his majefty.
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 a hundred thoufand 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 fo gelded as it is.

Dear princefs, were not his requests fo far
From reafon's yielding, your fair felf fhould make
A yielding, 'gainst fome reafon, in my breaft,
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 arreft your word :-
Boyet, you can produce acquittances
For fuch a fum, from fpecial officers
Of Charles his father.

King. Satisfy me fo.

Boyet. So pleafe your grace, the packet is not come, Where that and other specialties are bound: To-morrow you fhall have a fight of them.

King. It fhall fuffice me; at which interview,
All liberal reafon 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 worthinefs.
You may not come, fair princefs, in my gates;
But, here without, you fhall be fo receiv'd,
As you fhall deem yourfelf lodg'd in my heart,
Though fo deny'd fair harbour in my house.
Your own good thoughts excufe me, and farewel :
To-morrow we fhall vifit you again.

Prin. Sweet health and fair defires confort your grace!
King. Thy own wifh wish I thee, in every place!
Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own heart.
Rof. I pray you, do my commendations;
I would be glad to see it.

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Biron. I would, you heard it groan.
Rof. Is the fool fick?

Biron. Sick at the heart.

Rof. Alack, let it blood.

Biron. Would that do it good?

Rof. My phyfick fays, ay.

Biron. Will you prick't with your eye.?
Rof. Non, poynt, with my knife.
Biron. Now, God fave thy life!
Rof. And yours from long living!
Biron. I cannot ftay thanksgiving.

Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: what lady is that fame?
Boyet. The heir of Alenfon, Rosaline her name.

Dum. A gallant lady! Monfieur, fare you well. [Exit. Long. I beseech you, a word: What is the in the white? Boyet. A woman fometimes, an you saw her in the light. Long. Perchance, light in the light: I defire her name. Boyet. She hath but one for herself; 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 ![5]
Boyet. Good fir, be not offended;

She is an heir of Faulconbridge.
Long. Nay, my choler is ended.

She is a moft fweet lady.

Boyet. Not unlike, fir; that may be.
Biron. What's her name in the cap?

[Exit LONG.

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 laft is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord; Not a word with him but a jeft.

Boyet. And every jeft 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. Too hot fheeps, marry!

Boyet. And wherefore not fhips?

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

[5] That is, mayft thou have fenfe and ferioufnefs more proportionate to thy beard, the length of which fuits ill with fuch idle catches of wit. JOHN.

Mar. You fheep, and I pasture: Shall that finish the

jeft?

Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.

Mar. Not fo, gentle beaft;

My lips are no common, though several[6] 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 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 rhetoric, difclofed with eyes, Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.

Prin. With what?

Boyer. 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 expreffed :
His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,
Did ftumble with hafte in his eye-fight to be:
All fenfes to that sense did make their repair,
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
glafs'd,

Did point out to buy them, along as you pass'd.
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 fpeak 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.

Rof. Thou art an old love-monger, and speakest skil fully.

Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of him.

[6] 'Several' is an inclofed field of a private proprietor, so Maria says, her tips are private property. JOHNS.

Rof 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?
Rof. Ay, our way to be gone.
Boyet. You are too hard for me.

[Exe

ACT III.

SCENE I.

The Park, near the Palace. Enter ARMADO and MOTH

Armado.

WARBLE, child; make paffionate my fense of hearing.

Moth. Concolinel-[7]

[Singing Arm. Sweet air!-Go, tenderne fs of years; take this key, give enlargement to the fwain; bring him feftinate ly hither: I must employ him in a letter to my love.

Moth. Mafter, will you win your love with a French brawl?[8]

Arm, How mean'ft thou? brawling in French?

Moth. No, my complete mafter: but to jig off a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour it with turning up your eye-lids; figh a note, and fing a note; fometime through the throat, as if you swallow'd love with finging love; fometime through the nofe, as if you fnuff'd up love by fmelling love; with your hat penthoufe-like, o'er the fhop of your eyes; with your arms crofs'd on your thin-belly doublet, like a rabbit on a fpit; or your hands in your pocket, like a man after the old painting ;[9] and keep not too long in one tune, but a fnip and away: Thefe are compliments, thefe are hu

[7] Here is apparently a fong loft. I have obferved in the old comedies, that the fongs are frequently omitted. On this occafion the ftage direction is generally, Here they fing-or: 'Cantant. Probably the performer was left to choose his own ditty, and therefore it could not with propriety be exhibited as a part of a new performance. STEEV.

[8] A brawl is a kind of dance. STEEV.

[9] It was a common trick, among fome of the most indolent of the ancient mafters, to place the hands in the bofom or the pockets, or conceal them in fome other part of the drapery, to avoid the labour of representing, them, or to difguife their own inability. STEEV.