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Ros. Fair fall the face it covers!
130 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) 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 valued to the money's worth. 140 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 a hundred thousand crowns, To have his title live in Aquitain ; Which we much rather had depart withal, 150 And have the money by our father lent, Than Aquitain so gelded as it is. Dear princess, were not his requests so 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,
King. I do protest, I never heard of it;
Prin. We arrest your word :-
King. Satisfy me so.
come, Where that and other specialties are bound; 170 To-morrow you shall have a sight of them.
King. It shall suffice me ; at which interview,
grace! King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place! Ciij
Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own
Biror. I would, you heard it groan.
knife. Biron. Now, God save thy life! Ros. And yours from long living! Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving.
[Exit, Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word; What lady is that saine?
199 Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rosaline her name. Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you well.
[Exit. Long. I beseech you, a word ; What is she in the
white ? Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the
light. Long. Perchance, light in the light: I desire her
Boyet. She liath but one for herself; to desire that,
were a shame. Long, Pray you, sir, whose daughter?
Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.
beard ! Boyet. Good sir, be not offended: She is an heir of Faulconbridge.
210 Long. Nay, my choler is ended. She is a most sweet lady. Boyet. Not unlike, sir; that may be.
[Exit LONGAVILLE, 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. Farewel to me, sir, and welcome to you,
[Exit BIRON Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord; Not a word with himn but a jest.
Boyet. And every jest but a word.
Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to
board. Mar. Too hot sheeps, marry!
Boyet. 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. Not so, gentle beast;
230 My lips are no common, though several they be.
Boyet. Belonging to whom ?
agree : The civil war of wits were much better used On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abused.
Boyet. If my observation (which very seldom lies), By the heart's still rhetorick, disclosed with eyes, Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected. Prin. With what ?
240 Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle, affected. Prin. Your reason ? Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their re
tire To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire : His heart, like an agat, with your print impressed, Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed : His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see, Did stumble with haste in his eye-sight to be; All senses to that sense did make their repair, To feel only looking on fairest of fair :