Rof. Amen, fo you be none ! Biran. Nay, then will I be gone. King. Madam, your father here doth intimate But fay, that he, or we, as neither havé, An hundred thousand crowns, and not demands (6), To have his title live in Aquitain ; Which we much rather had depart withal, And have the money by our father lent, Than Aquitain fo gelded as it is. Dear princess, were not his requests fo far From reafon's yielding, your fair felf should make And go well fatisfied to France again. Prin. You do the King my father too much wrong,, And wrong the reputation the reputation of your name, In fo unfeeming to confefs receipt (6) The former editions read, and not demands, One payment of an hundred thousand Crowns, To bave bis Tile live in Aquitaine.] I have reftored, I believe,, the genuine Sense of the Paffage. Aquitaine was pledg'd, it feems, to Navarre's father, for 200coo Crowns. The French King pretends to have paid one Moiety of this Debt, (which Navarre knows nothing of,) but demands this Moiety back again: inftead whereof (fays Navarre) he fhould rather pay the remaining Moiety and demand to have Aquitain re-deliver'd up to him. This is plain and eafy Reasoning upon the Fact fuppos'd; and Navarre declares he had rather receive the Refidue of his Debt, than detain the Province mortgag'd for Security of it... THEOBALD. of Of that, which hath fo faithfully been paid. Prin. We arrest your word : Boyet, 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 shall have a fight of them. King. It fhall fuffice me; at which interview, Mean time, receive fuch welcome at my hand, You may not come, fair Princefs, in my gates; Prin. Sweet health and fair defires confort your King. Thy own Wish 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 fee it. Biron. I would, you heard it Rof. Is the fool fick ? groan. Biron. Sick at the heart. Rof. Alack, let it blood. Biron. Would that do it good? Rof. My phyfick fays, ay. Biron. Will you prick't with your eye Rof. Non, poynt, with my knife. [Exit. Dum. Dum. Sir, I pray you a word: what lady is that fame? Boyet. The heir of Alanfon, Rofaline her name. [Exit Long. I befeech 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. Lang. Pray you, Sir, whofe daughter? Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard. Long. God's bleffing on your beard! * She is an heir of Faulconbridge. She is a most sweet lady. may be. Biron. What's her name in the cap? Boyet. Not unlike, Sir; that Boyet. Catharine, by good hap. Biron. Is the wedded, or no? [Exit Long Boyet. To her will, Sir, or fo Biron. You are welcome, Sir: adieu! Boyet. Farewel to me, Sir, and welcome to you.. [Exit Biron.: Mar. That laft is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord ; Not a word with him but a jest. Boyet. And every jeft 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 fhips? No sheep, fweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. * That is, may'ft thou have fenfe and ferioufnefs more proportionate to thy beard, the length of which fuits ill with fuch idle catches of wit. Mar. Mar. You sheep, and I pafture; fhall that finish the jest? Boyet. So you grant pafture for me. Mar. Not fo, gentle beast; My lips are no common, though feveral they be (7). 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 us'd On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abus'd. Boyet. If my obfervation, which very feldom lies, By the heart's ftill rhetorick, difclofed with eyes, Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected. Prin. With what? Boyet. With that which we lovers intitle affected. Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their To the Court of his eye, peeping thorough defire: Did point out to buy them, along as you past." (7) My lips are no common, though several they be] Several is an enclosed field of a private proprietor; fo Maria fays, ber lips are private property. Of a Lord that was newly married one obferved that he grew fat; Yes, faid Sir Walter Raleigh, any beaft will grow fat, if you take him from the common and graze him in the several. (8) His tongue, all impatient to speak and not fee,] That is, bis tongue being impatiently defirous to fee as well as speak. To feel only looking,] Perhaps we may better read, to feed only by looking, I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his, An' you give him for my fake but one loving kifs. 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 fpeakeft fkilfully. Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of him. Rof. 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 fee ? Rof. Ay, our way to be gone. [Exeunt. (9) Boyet. You are too hard for me.] Here, in all the Books, the 2d Act is made to end: but in my opinion very mistakenly. I have ventur'd to vary the Regulation of the four laft Acts from the printed Copies, for thefe Reafons. Hitherto, the ad Act has been of the Extent of 7 Pages; the third but of 5; and the 5th of no less than 29. And this Difproportion of Length has crouded too many Incidents into fome Acts, and left the others quite barren. I have now reduced them into a much better Equality; and diftributed the Bufinefs likewife (fuch as it is) into a more uniform Caft. THEOBALD. Mr. Theobald has reafon enough to propofe this alteration, but he fhould not have made it in his book without better authority or more need. I have therefore preferved his obfervation, but cons tinued the former divifion.. ACT |