And shape to win grace, tho' he had no wit. And much too little of that good I faw Rofa. Another of these students 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; And he and his competitors in oath Were all addreft to meet you, gentle lady, Before I came. Marry, thus much I've learnt, Enter the King, Longueville, Dumain, Biron, and Attendants. King. Fair Princefs, 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 wide fields, too base to be mine. King. You fhall be welcome, Madam, to my Court. Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me thither. King. Hear me, dear lady, I have fworn an oath. Prin. Our Lady help my lord! he'll be forfworn. King. Not for the world, fair Madam, by my will. Prin. Why, Will fhall break its will, and nothing else. King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. Prin. Were my lord fo, his ignorance were wife, Where now his knowledge muft prove ignorance. I hear, your Grace hath fworn out houfe-keeping: 'Tis deadly fin to keep that oath, my Lord; *And fin to break it. But pardon me, I am too fudden bold: To teach a teacher ill befeemeth me. King. Madam, I will, if fuddenly I may. Rof. How needlefs was it then to ask the question? Biron. You must not be fo quick. Rof. 'Tis long of you, that fpur me with fuch questions. Sir T. Hanmer reads not fin to break it. I believe erroneoufly. The Princefs fhews an inconve nience very frequently attending rafh oaths, which, whether kept or broken, produce guilt. K 3 Biron, Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast,'twill tire, Biron. What time o'day? Rof. The hour, that fools fhould ask, 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 : Which he much rather had depart withal, Than Aquitain fo gelded as it is. Dear princefs, were not his requests so far Prin. You do the King my father too much wrong, And wrong the reputation of your name, In fo unseeming to confefs receipt Of that, which hath fo faithfully been paid. Prin. We arreft your word: Bøyet, you can produce acquittances King. Satisfy me fo. Boyet. So please your Grace, the packet is not come, Where that and other specialties are bound: To-morrow you fhall have a fight of them. King. It fhall fuffice me; at which interview, Mean time, receive fuch welcome at my hand, As Your own good thoughts excufe me, and farewel; Prin. Sweet health and fair defires confort your Grace! King. Thy own Wish wish I thee, in every place. [Exit. varre declares, he had rather re- than detain the Province mortceive the Refidue of his Debt, gag'd for Security of it. THEOP 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, Biron. Sick at the heart. Biron. Would that do it good? Rof. My phyfick fays, ay. Biron. Will you prick't with your eye? Biron. Now God fave thy life! Rof. And yours from long living! [Exit. Dum. Sir, I pray you a word: what lady is that fame? Boyet. The heir of Alanfon, Rofaline her name. Dum. A gallant lady; Monfieur, fare you well. [Exit. Long. I beseech you, a word: what is fhe 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, Sir, whofe daughter? Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard. Long. God's bleffing on your beard! * Boyet. Good Sir, be not offended. She is an heir of Faulconbridge. Long. Nay, my choler is ended; She is a moft fweet lady. Boyet. Not unlike, Sir, that may be. [Exit Long. Biron. What's her name in the cap? Boyet. Catharine, by good hap. Biron. Is the wedded, or no? Boyet. To her will, Sir, or fo. That is, mayft thou have fenfe and ferioufnefs more proportionate to thy beard, the length of which fuits ill with fuch idle catches of wit. |