And younger hearings are quite ravished;

So fweet and voluble is his difcourfe.

Prin. God blefs my ladies, are they all in love, That every one her own hath garnished

With fuch bedecking ornaments of praife!

Mar. Here comes Boyet.

Enter Boyet.

Prin. Now, what admittance, Lord?

Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach; And he and his competitors in oath

Were all addrefs'd to meet you, gentle Lady,
Before I came. Marry, thus much I've learn'd,
He rather means to lodge you in the field,
Like one that comes here to befiege his court,
Than feek a difpenfation for his oath,

To let you enter his unpeopled house.
Here comes Navarre.

Enter the King, Longaville, Dumain, Biron, and attendants.

King. Fair Princefs, 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 your's; and welcome to the wide fields, too bafe to be mine.

King. You fhall be welcome, Madam, to my court. Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me thither. King. Hear me, dear Lady, I have fworn an oath. Prin. Our Lady help my Lord! he'll be forfworn. King. Not for the world, fair Madam, by my will. Prin. Why, will fhall break its will, and nothing elfe. King. Your Ladyfhip is ignorant what it is.

Prin. Were my Lord fo, his ignorance were wife,
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;
Not fin to break it.

But pardon me, I am too fudden bold:
To teach a teacher ill befeemeth me.

VOL. II.

Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,
And fuddenly resolve 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 speeds too faft, 'twill tire. Rof. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.

Biron. What time o' day?

Rof. The hour that fools should 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 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,
Difburfed 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 thousand more; in furety of the 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 unfatisfy'd,
We will give up our right in Aquitain,
And hold fair friendship with his Majefty..
But that it feems he little purpofeth,
For here he doth demand to have repaid
An hundred thoufand 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 fo gelded as it is.

Dear Princess, were not his requests fo far
From reafon's yielding, your fair felf should make
A yielding 'gainft fome reafon in my breast;

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 fpecialties are bound : To-morrow you shall 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 worthiness.
You may not come, fair Princefs, in my gates;
But here, without, you shall be so receiv'd,
As you shall deem yourfelf lodg'd in my heart,
Though so deny'd fair harbour in my houfe:

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 wish 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 fee it.

Biron. I would you heard it grone

Dum. Sir, I pray you a word: what lady is that fame?
Boyet. The heir of Alanfon, Rofaline her name.
Dum. A gallant lady; Monfieur, fare you well.
[Exit.

Long. I befeech you a word: what, is fhe in white †?
Boyet. She is an heir of Faulconbridge +
Long. She is a most sweet lady.

Boyet. Not unlike, Sir; that may be . [Exit. Long.

Rof. Alack, let it blood.

Biron. Would that do it good?

Kof. My phyfic fays, Ay.

Biron. Will you prick 't with your eye?

Ref. No, poynt, with my knife.

Biron. Now, God fave thy life!
Rof. And your's from long living!
Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving.
Dum. Sir, &c.

fhe in white?

[Exit.

Boyet. A woman fometimes, if you faw her in the light.
Long. Perchrance light in the light. I defire her name.
Boyet. She hath but one for herfelf; to defire that were a shame.
Long. Pray you, Sir, whofe daughter?

Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.

Long. God's blefling on your beard!

Boyet. Good Sir, be not offended.
She is an, &c.

that may be.

Biron. What's her name in the cap?

Boyet. Catharine, by good hap.

Diron. Is the wedded, or no?

Boyet. To her will, Sir, or fo.

Firon. You are welcome, Sir: adieu!

Bayet. Farewel to me, Sir, 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 dene of you to take him at his word.

Boyet. I was as willing to grapple as he was to board.
Mr. Two hot fheeps, marry

Ivet. And wherefore not fhips?

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

Mar. You fheep, and I paiture; fhall that finish the jeft?

If my obfervation, (which very feldom lyes),
By the heart's still rhetoric, disclosed with eyes,
Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected *.

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

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

Rof. Then was Venus like her mother, for her fa ther is but grim.

Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches?

Mar. No.

Boyet. What then? do you fee?

Boyet. So you grant pafture for me.
Mar. Not fo, 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.
If my obfervation, &c.

Boyet. With that which we lovers intitle affected.
Prin. Your reafon ?

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 fpeak and not fee,
Did ftumble with hafte in his eye-fight to be:
All fenfes to that fenfe 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 crystal for fome prince to buy ;

Who tend'ring their own worth, from whence they were glass'd,
Did point out to buy them, along as you pafs'd.
His face's own margent did quote fuch amazes,
That all eyes faw his eyes inchanted with gazes:
I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his,

An'

you give him for my fake but one loving kifs. Prin. Come, to our pavilion: Boyet is difpos'd

Boyet. But to fpeak that in words which his eye hath disclos'd; I only have made a mouth of his eye,

By adding a tongue which I know will not lye.

Rof. Thou art, &c.