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A CT II. S CEN E S.
Before the King of Navarre's palaca Enter the Princess of France, Rosaline, Maria, Catha.
rine, Boyet, Lords, and other attendants. Boyet. NOW, Madam, fummon up your dearest
Consider, whom the King your father sends ;
To whom he fends, and what's his embassy.
Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem,
To parley with the sole inheritor
Of all perfections that a man may owe,
Matchless Navarre ; the plea, of no less weight
Than Aquitain, a dowry for a Queen.
Be now as prodigal of all dear grace,
As nature was in making graces dear,
When the did starve the general world beside,
And prodigally gave them all to you.
Prin. Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise;
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmens tongues.
I am less proud to hear you tell my worth,
Than you much willing to be counted wise,
In spending thus your wit in praise of mine.
But now, to talk the tasker ; good Boyet,
You are not ignorant, all-telling fame
Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,
Till painful study thall out-wear three years,
No woman may approach his silent court;
Therefore to us foems it a needful course,
Before we enter his forbidden-gates,
To know his pleasure; and in that behalf,
Bold of your worthiness, we fingle you
As our belt-moving fair solicitor,
Tell him the daughter of the King of France,
On ferious busincis, craving quick dispatch,
Importunes perfonal conference with bis Grace.
Haite, fignify so much, while we attend,
Like humble-vifag'd fuitors, his high will.
Boyet, Proud of employment, willingly I go, [Exit
Prin. All pride is willing pride, and your's is fo.
Who are the votaries, my loving Lords,
That are vow-fellows with this virtuous King ?
Lord. Longaville is one.
Prin. Know ye the man?
Mar. I knew him, Madam, at a marriage-feaft,
Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir
Of Jaques Faulconbridge folemnized.
In Normandy faw I this Longaville,
A man of fovereign parts he is esteem'd ;
Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms,
Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well.
The only foil of his fair virtue's gloss,
(If virtue's glofs will stain" with any foil),
Is a sharp wit, match'd with too blunt a will;
Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills
It should spare none that come within his power.
Prin. Some merry mocking Lord, belike ; is't so ? Mar. They say so most, that most his humours know,
Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they grow. Who are the rest ?
Cath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth,
Of all that virtue love, for virtue lov’d.
Most power to do moit harm, least knowing ill ;
For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,
And Thape to win grace, though he had no wit.
· I saw him at the Duke Alanson's once,
And much too little of that good I saw,
Is my report of 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 ; bút 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 jeft ;
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 I've learn'd,
He rather means to lodge you in the field,
Like one that comes here to besiege his court,
Than feek a dispensation for his oath,
To let you enter his unpeopled house.
Here comes Navarre.
SCENE II. Enter the King, Longaville, Dumain, Biron, and at
tendants. 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 your's; 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 Ladyfhip 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 livorn out house-keeping: 'Tis deadly fin 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
Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,
And suddenly resolve me in my fuit.
King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.
Prin. You will the fooner, 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?
Rof. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once ?
Biron. I know you did.
ROS. How needless was it then to ask the queition ?
Biron. You must not be so quick.
Rof. 'Tis long of you, that spur me with such que-
Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire,
Rof. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.
Biron. What time o' day?
Ros. The hour that fools should ask.
Biron. Now fair befal
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 unpaid
A hundred thousand more; in surety 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 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 repaid
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 fo gelded as it is.
Dear Princess, were not his requests fo 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 fo faithfully been paid.
King. 'I do protest I never hcard 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 fum, 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 fight of them.
King. It shall fuffice me; at which interview,
All liberal reason I will yield unto :
Mean time receive such welcome at my
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 yourfelf lodg’d in my heart,
Though so deny'd fair harbour in my house :
Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewel ;
To-morrow we shall visit you again. [Grace!
Prin. Sweet health and fair desires confort your King. Thy own with wish I thee in every place.
[Exit. Biron. Lady, I will commend you to
Rof. I pray you, do my commendations ;
I would be glad to see it.
Biron. I would you heard it grone *.