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} Lords, attending on the Princess of France.
Ferdinand, King of Navarre.
Princess of France.
Officers, and Others, attendants on the King and Princess.
LOVE'S. LABOUR'S LOST.
ACT I. SCENE I. Navarre. A Park, with a Palace in it. Enter the King, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN.
King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs, And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite of cormorant devouring time, The endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity. Therefore, brave conquerors !—for so you are, That war against your own affections, And the huge army of the world's desires, Our late edíct shall strongly stand in force: Navarre shall be the wonder of the world; Our court shall be a little Academe, Still and contemplative in living art. You three, Birón, Dumain, and Longaville, Have sworn for three years' term to live with me, My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes, That are recorded in this schedule here : Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names;
That his own hand may strike his honour down,
Long. I am resolv'd : 'tis but a three years' fast;
Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified;
Biron. I can but say their protestation over, ,
King. Your oath is pass’d to pass away from these.
you please; I only swore, to study with your grace, And stay here in your court for three years' space.