No woman may approach his silent court: Tell him, the daughter of the king of France, PRIN. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.- A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; It should none spare 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? KATH. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth, Of all that virtue love, for virtue lov'd: Ros. Another of these students at that time PRIN. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing else. KING. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. PRIN. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold; my [Gives a paper. KING. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. PRIN. You will the sooner, that I were away; b Well fitted in the arts.-] The older copies omit the article, which was supplied in the second folio. BIRON. Now fair befall your mask! BIRON. Nay, then will I be gone. KING. Madam, your father here doth intimate The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; Being but the one-half of an entire sum, Disbursed by my father in his wars. But say, that he, or we, (as neither have,) We will give up our right in Aquitain, An hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, a Dear princess, were not his requests so far PRIN. You do the king my father too much wrong, And wrong the reputation of your name, PRIN. word: BOYET. So please your grace, the packet is not come, Where that and other specialties are bound; KING. It shall suffice me: at which interview, You may not come, fair princess, in my gates; PRIN. Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace! KING. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place! [Exeunt KING and his train. BIRON. Lady, I will commend you to my own heart.b Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it. BIRON. I Would heard it groan. you Ros. Is the fool sick? BIRON. Sick at the heart. you saw her LONG. Perchance, light in the light: I desire her name. BOYET. She hath but one for herself; to desire that were a shame. LONG. Pray you, sir, whose daughter? LONG. Nay, my choler is ended. BOYET. Not unlike, sir; that may be. [Exit LONG. BIRON. What's her name, in the cap? BOYET. Katharine, by good hap. BIRON. Is she wedded, or no? BOYET. To her will, sir, or so. BIRON. You are welcome, sir; adieu! BOYET. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you. [Exit BIRON.-Ladies unmask. MAR. That last is Biron, the merry madcap lord; Not a word with him but a jest. 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! And wherefore not ships? No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. MAR. You sheep, and I pasture: Shall that finish the jest? BOYET. So you grant pasture for me. MAR. [Offering to kiss her. Not so, gentle beast; (*) First folio, if. e No poynt,-] The same diminutive pun on the French negation, Non point, is repeated in Act V. Sc. 2: "Dumain was at my service, and his sword; BOYET. But to speak that in words, which his eye hath disclos'd: I only have made a mouth of his eye, BOYET. With that which we lovers entitle, By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st (1) Old editions, coate. as places devoted to pasture,-the one for general, the other for particular use,-the meaning is easy enough. Boyet asks permission to graze on her lips. "Not so," she answers; "my lips, though intended for the purpose, are not for general use." [Singing. ARM. Sweet air!-Go, tenderness of years! take this key, give enlargement to the swain, bring him festinately hither; I must employ him in a letter to my love. MOTH. Master,* will you win your love with a French brawl? (2) ARM. How meanest thou? brawling in French? MOTH. No, my complete master: but to jig off a tune at the tongue's end, canary" to it with your t feet, humour it with turning up your eyelids; sigh a note, and sing a note; sometime through b the throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling love; with your hat, penthouselike, o'er the shop of your eyes; with your arms crossed on your thin-belly doublet, like a rabbit on a spit; or your hands in your pocket, like a man after the old painting; and keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away: These are complements, these are humours; these betray nice wenches, that would be betrayed without these ; and make them men of note, (do you note, men?) that most are affected to these. ARM. How hast thou purchased this experience? MOTH. the hobby-horse is forgot.(4) have thin belly-doublet; but surely thin-belly, "like a rabbit on a spit," is more humorous. By my penny of observation.] The early copies read penne, which, with peny, penni, pennie, was an old form of spelling the word. "My penny,' " "his penny," "her penny," was a popular phrase formerly. See Note (3), Illustrative Comments on Act III. |