in love; yea, he loveth. Assist me some extemporal god of rhyme, for, I am sure, I shall turn sonneteer. Devise wit, write pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. [Exit. ACT II. SCENE I. Another part of the same. A Pavilion and Enter the Princess of France, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, and other Attendants. Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dearest spirits: Consider who the king your father sends; To whom he sends; and what's his embassy; Of all perfections that a man may owe, When she did starve the general world beside, And prodigally gave them all to you. Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise; your dearest spirits:] Dear, in our author's language, has many shades of meaning. In the present instance and the next, it appears to signify-best, most powerful.-STEEVENS. Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, Not uttered by base sale of chapman's tongues:] Chapman here seems to signify the seller, not as now commonly the buyer. Cheap or cheaping was anciently the market; chapman therefore is, marketman. The meaning is, that the estimation of beauty depends not on the uttering or proclamation of the seller, but on the eye of the buyer.-JOHNSON. Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow, To know his pleasure; and in that behalf, Tell him, the daughter of the king of France, [Exit. Prin. All pride is willing pride, and your's is so.— Who are the votaries, my loving lords, That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke? 1 Lord. Longaville is one. Prin. Know .you the man ? Mar. I know him, madam; at a marriage feast, In Normandy saw I this Longaville : A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth, Of all that virtue love for virtue lov'd: Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill; I saw him at the duke Alençon's once; Ros. Another of these students at that time Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love; With such bedecking ornaments of praise? Prin. Re-enter BoYET. Now, what admittance, lord? Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach; Were all address'd to meet you, gentle lady, (Like one that comes here to besiege his court,) To let you enter his unpeopled house. [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 1 competitors in oath,] i. e. Confederates.-STEEVENS, 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: But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold; [Gives a paper. King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. Ros. To ask the question! Biron. How needless was it then 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 befal your mask! Ros. Fair fall the face it covers! Biron. Nay, then will I be gone. King. Madam, your father here doth intimate The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; Where-] Where is here used for whereas.-STEEVENS. Being but the one half of an entire sum, But say, that he, or we, (as neither have,) Although not valued to the money's worth. Which we much rather had depart withal,' And have the money by our father lent, Dear princess, were not his requests so far From reason's yielding, your fair self should make 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. 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. 1 depart withal,] To depart and to part were anciently synonymous. |