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Rof. Amen, so you be none !
Birin. Nay, then will I be gone.

King. Madam, your father here doth intimate

of a hundred thousand crowns ;
Being but th’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 suin ; yet there remains unpaid
A hundred thousand more ; in surety of the which,
One part of Aquitain is bound to us,
Although not valu'd to the mony's worth :
If then the King your father will reflore
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 (6);,
On payment of an 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 fo far
From reason's yielding, your fair self should make
A yielding 'gainst some reason in ny breast ;


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

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(6) The former editions read, .

and not demands,
One payment of an bundred thousand Crowns,

To bave bis Ti:le live in Aquitaine.) I have restored, I helieve, , the genuine Sense of the Passage. Aquitaine was pledgd, it seems,

to Navarre's father, for 20000o Crowns. The French King pretends to have paid one Moiety of this Debt, (which Navarre knows nothing of,) but demands this Moiety back again : initead whereof (fays Navarre) he should rather pay the remaining Moitty and de. mand to have Aquitain re-deliver'd up to him. This is plain and easy Reasoning upon the fact supposid ; and Navarre declares he had rather receive the Residue of his Debt, than detain the Province mortgag’d for Securiry of it...



Of that, which hath fo faithfully been paid.

King. I do proteft, I never heard of it ;
And if you prove it, I'll repay it back,
Or yield up Aquitain.
Prin. We arrest


word :
Boyet, you can produce acquittances
For such a sum, from special officers
Of Charles his father.

King. Satisfy me fo.

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.

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 fo receiv'd,
As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart,
Tho' so deny'd fair harbour in my

house :
Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewel ;
To-morrow we shall visit you again.
Prin. Sweet health and fair desires confort your

King. Thy own With wish I thee, in every place.

[Exit. Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own heart.

Rof. I pray you, do my commendations;
I would be glad to see 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 ?
Rof. My phyfick says, ay.
Biron. Will you prick’t with your eye?
Rof. Nan, poynt, with my knife.
Biron. Now God save thy life!
Rof. And yours from long living !
Biron. I can't stay thanksgiving

[Exit. Dum.


Dum. Sir, I pray you a word : what lady is that

fame? Boyet. The heir of Alanson, Rosaline her name. Dum. A gallant lady ; Monsieur, fare you well. .

[Exil. Long. I beseech you, a word : what is the in white ? Boyet. A woman sometimes, if you saw her in the

Long. Perchance, light in the light; I desire her:
Boyet. She hath but one for herself ; to desire Thaty,

were a shame.
Lang. Pray, you, Sir, whose daughter?
Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.
Long. God's blessing on your beard ! *

Boxet. Good Sir, be not offended.
She is an heir of Faulconbridge.

Long. Nay, my choler is ended :
She is a moft sweet lady.
Boyet. Not unlike, Sir ; that


be. [Exit. Long Biron. What's her name in the cap? Boyet. Catharine, 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 di. Not a word with him but a jest...

Boyet. And every jest 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

Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry.

Boyet. And wherefore not ships?
No lheep, sweet, lamb, unless we feed on your lips.

* That is, may'st thou have sense and seriousness more propor... tionate to shy beard, the length of which suits ill with such idle catches of wit.


Mar. You sheep, and I pasture ; fhall that finish

the jest?
Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.

Mar. Not so, gentle beast;
My lips are no common, though several they be (7).

Boyet. Belonging to whom
Mar. To my fortunes and me.
Prin. Good wits will be jangling ; but, gentles,

The civil war of wits were much better us'd
On Navarre and his book-men ; for here ?tis abus'd.

Boyet. If my observation, which very feldom lies,
By the heart's still rhetorick, disclosed with eyes,
Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.

Prin. With what ?
Boyet. With that which we lovers intitle affected.
Prin. Your reason ?
Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their

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 fee (8),
Did Itumble with hafte in his eye-light to be :
All senses to that fenfe 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 tendring their own worth, from whence they

were glasst,
Did point out to buy them, along as you past.
His face's own margent did quote such amazes,
That all

faw his

inchanted with

(7) My lips are no common, thougb several they be ] Several
is an enclosed field of a private proprietor į so Maria says, ber lips
are private property. Of a Lord that was newly married one ob-
served that he grew fat ; Yes, said Sir Walter Raleigh, any beast
will grow fat, if you take him from the common and graze him in
the fixeral.

(8) His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,] That is, bis : tongue being impatiently desirous to see a s well as speak.

* To feel only looking, I Perhaps we may beiter read, to feed only by looking,

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I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his,
An' you give him for my fake but one loving kiss.

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

hath disclos’d;
I only have made a mouth of his eye,
By adding a tongue which I know will not lye.
Rof. Thou art an old love-morger, and speakest

Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of

Rof. Then was Venus like her mother, for her fa-

ther is but grim.
Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches?
Mar. No.
Boyet. What then, do you

Rof. Ay, our way to be gone.
Boyet. You are too hard for me (9). [Exeunt.

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(9) Boyet. You are too bard for me.] Here, in all the Books, the 2d Act is made to end : but in my opinion very mistakenly. I have venur'd to vary the Regulation of the four laft Acts from the printed Copies, for these Reasons. Hitherto, the 2d Act has been of the Extent of 7 Pages; the third but of 5 ; and the 5th of no less thao. 29. And this Disproportion of Length has crouded too many Incidents into fome Acts, and left the others quite bar

I have now reduced them into a much better Equality ; and distributed the Business likewile (such as it is) into a more uniform Calt.

THEOBALD, Mr. I beobald has reason enough to propose this alteration, but he should not have made it in his book without better authority or more need.

I have therefore preserved his observation, but con. . tinued, the former division..



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