Of all that virtue love, for virtue lov'd. Rofa. Another of thefe ftudents at that time Prin. God bless my ladies, are they all in love, Enter Boyet. Prin. Now, what admittance, Lord? Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach; Were all addrest to meet you, gentle lady, Enter Enter the King, Longaville, Dumain, Biron, and King. Fair Princefs, welcome to the Court of Na varre. 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 bafe to be mine. King. You fhall be welcome, Madam, to my Court. Prin. Were my: Lord fo, his ignorance were wife, But pardon me, I am too fudden bold; King. Madam, I will, if fuddenly I may. 1 Rof. How needlefs was it then to ask the question? Rof. 'Tis long of you, that fpur me with fuch questions. Biron. What time o'day? Rof. The hour, that fools fhould ask. Biron. Now fair befal your mafk Rof Rof. Fair fall the face it covers! King. Madam, your father here doth intimate But fay, that he, or we, as neither have, Although not valu'd to the money's worth: An hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, (7) Which we much rather had depart withal, (7) And not demands The old Books concur in this Reading, and Mr. Pope has em braced it; tho', as I conceive, it is ftark Nonfenfe, and repugnant to the Circumftance fuppos'd by our Poet. I have, by reforming the Pointing, and throwing out a fingle Letter, reftor'd, I believe, the genuine Senfe of the Paffage. Aquitain was pledg'd, it feems, to Navarre's father, for 200000 Crowns. The French King pretends to have paid one Moiety of this Debt, (which Navarre knows nothing of,) but demands this Moiety back again? inftead whereof (fays Navarre) he should rather pay the remaining Moiety, and demand to have Aquitain redeliver'd up to him. This is plain and eafy Reasoning upon the Fat fuppos'd; and Navarre declares, he had rather receive the Refidue of his Debt, than detain the Province mortgag'd for Security of it. Than Than Aquitain fo gelded as it is. Dear Princefs, were not his requests so far From reason's yielding, your fair felf should make 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. Prin. We arreft your word: Boyet, you can produce acquittances King. Satisfy me fo. Boyet. So pleafe 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 fhall fuffice me; at which interview, Mean time, receive fuch welcome at my hand, Prin. Sweet health and fair defires confort your Grace! [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 groan. Rof. Is the fool fick ? Biron. Sick at the heart. Rof. Alack, let it blood. Biron, Would that do it good? Biron. Will you prick't with your eye? [Ex [Exit, Long. I beseech you, a word: what is the in white ?. Boyet. A woman fometimes, if you faw her in the light. Long. Perchance, light in the light; I defire her name. Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to defire that, were a fhame. Long. Pray you Sit, whofe daughter? Boyet. Not unlike, Sir; that may be. Boyet. To her will, Sir, or fo. Biron. You are welcome, Sir: adieu! [Exit Long. Boyet. 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 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. |