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He rather means to lodge you in the field,
(Like one that comes here to besiege his court,)
Than seek a dispensation for his oath,
To let you enter his unpeopled house.
Here comes Navarre.

[The ladies mask. Enter King, LONGAVILLE, Dumain, Biron, and Attendants.

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 yours ; and welcome to the wild 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 it ; will, and nothing else.
King. Your ladyship 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 sworn-out house-keeping :
'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord,
And sin to break it : 6
But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold;
To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.
Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,
And suddenly resolve me in my suit. [Gives a paper.

King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.

Prin. You will the sooner 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 ?
Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once ?
Biron. I know, you did.

Ros. How needless was it then
To ask the question !

Biron. You must not be so quick.
Ros. 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such questions.
Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire.
Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.
Biron. What time o' day ?
Ros. The hour that fools should ask.
Biron. Now fair befall

your

mask! Ros. Fair fall the face it covers !

(6) The princess shews an inconvenience very frequently attending rash oaths, which, whether kept or broken, produce guilt. JOHNSON.

Biron. And send you many lovers !
Ros. Amen, so you be none.
Biron. Nay, then will I begone.
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.
If then the king your father will restore
But that one half which is unsatisfied,
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,?
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,
In so unseeming to confess receipt
Of that which hath so faithfully been paid,

King. I do protest, I never heard 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 sum, 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 sight of them.

[7] To depart and to part were anciently synonymous. STEEVENS.

King. It shall suffice me : at which interview,
All liberal reason I will yield unto.
Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand,
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 yourself lodg'd in my heart,
Though so denied fair harbour in my house.
Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell :
To-morrow shall we visit you again.

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.

Ros. Pray you, do my commendations ; I would be glad to see it.

Biron. I would, you heard it groan.
Ros. Is the fool sick ?
Biron. Sick at heart.
Ros. Alack, let it blood.
Biron. Would that do it good ?
Ros. My physic says, I.
Biron. Will you prick’t with your eye?
Ros. No poynt, with my knife,
Biron. Now, God save thy life!
Ros. And yours from long living!
Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving:

(Retiring
Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: What lady is that same ?
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 name
Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire that,

were a shame. Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter? Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard. Long. God's blessing on your beard !? [8] She means to say, ay. The old spelling of the affirmative particle has been retained here for the sake of the rhyme. (9! No point was a negation borrowed from the French. See the note on the same [1]. That is, may'st thou have sense and seriousness more proportionate to thy beard, the length of which suits ill with such

idla catches of wit. JOHNSON

MALONE.

words, Act V. sc. ii.

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Boyet. Good sir, be not offended :
She is an heir of Falconbridge.

Long. Nay, my choler is ended.
She is a most sweet lady.
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 mad-cap 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!

Boyet. And wherefore not ships?
No sħeep, 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. [Offering to
Mar. Not so, gentle beast :

kiss her. My lips are no common, though several they be.

Boyet. Belonging to whom?
Mar. To my fortunes and me.

Prin. Good wits will be jangling but, gentles, 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 rhetoric, disclosed with eyes,
Deceive me not now,

Navarre is infected.
Prin. With what ?
Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle, affected.
Prin. Your reason ?

Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their retire
To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire :
Isis heart, like an agate, with your print impressed,
Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed:
His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,

[2] A play on the word several, which besides its ordinary signification of sepr Tate, distinct, likewise signifies in upinclosed lands, a certain portion of ground ap propriated to either core or meadow, arljoining the common field MALONE 12 Vol. III.

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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 :
Methought, all his senses were lock'd in his eye,
As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy;
Who, tend'ring their own worth, from where they were

glass’d,
Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd.
His face's own margent did quote such amazes,
That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes :
I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his,
An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss.

Prin. Come, to our pavilion : Boyet is dispos'd-
Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his eye hath

disclos'd:
I only have made a mouth of his eye,
By adding a tongue which I know will not lie.
Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st skilfully.
Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of him.
Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for her father is

but grim.
Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches?
Mar. No.
Boyet. What then, do you see?
Ros. Ay, our way to be gone.
Boyet. You are too hard for me.

[Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE I. Another part of the same.

Enter ARMADO and Moth.

Armado. WARBLE, child; make passionate my sense of hearing. Moth. Concolinel

[Singing.

[3] Although the expression in the text is extremely odd, I take the sense of it to be that his tongue envied the quickness of his eyes, and strove to be as rapid in its utterance, as they in their perceptions.--Edin. Mag. STEEVENS (4) Here is apparently a song

lost. JOHNSON I have observed in the old comedies, that the songs are frequently omitted. On this occasion the stage direction is generally-Here they sing-mor, Cantant. Probably the performer

was left to choose his own ditty, and therefore it could not with propriety be exhibited as a part of a new performance. STEEVENS.

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