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And shape to win grace, though he had no wit.
I saw him at the duke Alanzon's once,
And much too little of that good I saw
Is my report to his great worthiness.
ROS. Another of these students at that time
Was there with him, as I have heard a truth;
Biron they call him: but a merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.
His eye begets occasion for his wit;
For every object that the one doth catch
The other turns to a mirth-moving jest,
Which his fair tongue (conceit’s expositor)
Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
That aged ears play truant at his tales,
And younger hearings are quite ravished;
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
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. 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,
Before I came: marry, thus much Iv’e learn'd
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.
Enter the King, Longaville, Dumain, Biron, and attendants.
King. Fair princess, welcome to th'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 its 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 hear, your grace hath sworn out house-keeping:
'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord;
Not fin to break it.
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.
King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.
Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away,
For you'll prove perjur’d, if you make me stay.
Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
Ref. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
Biron. I know, you did.
Rof. How needless was it then to ask the question !
Biron. You must not be so quick.
Rof. '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?
Rof. The hour that fools should ask.
Biron. Now fair befall your mask!
Rof. Fair fall the face it covers !
Biron. And send you many lovers !
Rof. 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 th' one half of an entire sum,
Disbursed by my father in his wars.
But say that he, or we, as neither have,
Receiv'd that sum; yet there remains unpay'd
A hundred thousand more; in surety of which,
One part of Aquitain is bound to us,
Although not valu’d to the money's worth :
If then the king your father will restore
But that one half which is unsatisfy'd,
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 repay'd
An hundred thousand crowns, and not demands,
On payment of an 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
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 fo faithfully been pay’d.
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 grące, 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 honour, without breach of honour, may
Make tender of, to thy true worthiness.
You may not come, fair princess, in my gates,
But here without you shall be so receiv'd,
As you shall deem yourself lodg’d in my heart,
Though so deny'd fair harbour
Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewel ;
To-morrow we shall visit you again.
Prin. Sweet health and fair desires comfort your grace!
King. Thy own with wish I thee in every place. [Exit.
Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own heart.
Rof. I pray you, do my commendations;
I would be glad to see it.
Biron. I would, you heard it groan."
Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: what lady is that same ?
Boyet. The heir of Alanson, Rosaline her name.
Dum. A gallant lady! monsieur, fare you
Long. I beseech you, a word: what is she in white ? :
Boyet. She is an heir of Faulconbridge."
Lông. She is a most sweet lady.
Boyet. Not unlike, sir, that may be.
observation (which very seldom lies)
Of the heart's still rhetorick, disclosed with eyes,
Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.
the in white?
Boyet. A woman sometimes, if you saw her in the light.
Long. Perchance, light in the light: I defire her name.
Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire that were a shame.
Long. Pray you, fir, whose daughter?
Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.
Long. God's blessing on your beard !
Boyet. Good fir, be not offended.
She is an, &c.
Long. Nay, my choler is ended :
She is, &c.
that may be.
Biron. What's her name in the cap?
Boyet. Catharine, by good hap.
Biron. Is she wedded, or no?
Boyet. To her will, fir, or so.
Biron. You are welcome, fir: adieu.
Boyet. Farewel to me, fir, and welcome to you.
Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord;
Not a word with him but a jeft.
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 ; fhall that finish the jest?
Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.
Mar. Not so, gentle beast;
My lips are no common, though several they be.
Boyet. Belonging to whom?
Mar. To my fortunes and me.
Prin. Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree.
This civil war of wits were much better us'd
On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abus'd.
Boyet. If my, &c.
Prin. With what?
Boyet. With that which we lovers, entitle, affected.
Prin. Your reason?