For you'll prove perjur'd, if you make me ftay. Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? Rof. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? Biron. I know, you did.

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.

Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill

tire.

Rof. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.

Biron. What time o' day?

Rof. The hour, that fools should ask.
Biron. Now fair befall your mask !
Rof. Fair fall the face it covers!
Biron. And fend you many lovers!
Rof. Amen; fo you be none.
Biron. Nay, then will I be gone.

King. Madam, your father here doth intimate
The payment of a hundred thousand crowns;
Being but the one half of an entire fum,
Disbursed by my father in his wáts.

But fay, that he, or we, (as neither have)
Receiv'd that fum; yet there remains unpaid
A hundred thousand more; in furety of the which,
One part of Aquitain is bound to us,
Although not valu'd to the money's worth.
If then the king your father will reftore
But that one half which is unfatisfy'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 thoufand 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 fo gelded as it is.

Dear princess, were not his requests fo far
From reafon's yielding, your fair felf fhould make
A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast,
And go well fatisfied to France again.

Prin. You do the King my father too much wrong, And wrong the reputation of your name,

In fo unfeeming to confefs receipt

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 arreft your word:

Boyet, you can produce acquittances
For fuch a fum, from fpecial officers
Of Charles his father.

King. Satisfy me fo.

Boyet. So please your Grace, the packet is not

come,

Where that and other fpecialties are bound:
To-morrow you shall have a fight of them.

-and not demands

One payment of a hundred thousand crowns,
To have his title live in Aquitain.

I have restored, I believe, the genuine fenfe of the paffage. Aquitain was pledged, it feems, to Navarre's father, for 200,000 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 should rather pay the remaining moiety and demand to have Aquitain redelivered 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 mortgaged for fecurity of it. THEOBALD. `

For you'll prove perjur'd, if you make me stay. Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? Rof. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? Biron. I know, you did.

Rof. How needlefs was it then to afk the question? Biron. You must not be fo quick.

Rof. 'Tis long of you, that fpur me with fuch questions.

Biron. Your wit's too hot, it fpeeds too faft, 'twill

tire.

Rof. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.
Biron. What time o' day?

Rof. The hour, that fools should ask.
Biron. Now fair befall your mask !
Rof. Fair fall the face it covers!
Biron. And fend you many lovers!
Rof. Amen; fo you be none.
Biron. Nay, then will I be gone.

King. Madam, your father here doth intimate The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; Being but the one half of an entire fum, Disbursed by my father in his wars.

But fay, that he, or we, (as neither have)
Receiv'd that fum; yet there remains unpaid
A hundred thousand more; in furety of the which,
One part of Aquitain is bound to us,
Although not valu'd to the money's worth.
If then the Ring your father will reftore
But that one half which is unfatisfy'd,
We will give up our right in Aquitain,
And hold fair friendship with his majesty.
But that, it feems, he little purposeth,
For here he doth demand to have repaid
An hundred thoufand crowns; and not demands,'

Boyet. A woman fometimes, an 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, fir, whofe daughter?
Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.
Long. God's bleffing on your beard!
Boyet. Good fir, be not offended:
She is an heir of Faulconbridge.
Long. Nay, my choler is ended:
She is a most sweet lady.

Boyet. Not unlike, fir; that may be.
Biron. What's her name in the cap?
Boyet. Catharine, by good hap.
Biron. Is fhe wedded, or no?
Boyet. To her will, fir, or fo.

Biron. You are welcome, fir: adieu!

[Exit Long.

Boyet. Farewell to me, fir, and welcome to you.

[Exit Biron. Mar. That laft is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord; Not a word with him but a jeft.

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. Too hot fheeps, marry!

Boyet. And wherefore not ships?

No fheep, fweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. Mar. You fheep, and I pafture; fhall that finish the jest?

God's bleffing on your beard!] 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. JOHNSON.

VOL. II.

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Boyet.

Boyet. So you grant pafture for me.

Mar. Not fo, gentle beast;

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 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.
Prin. Your reason?

Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their re-
tire

To the court of his eye, peeping thorough defire:
His heart, like an agat, with your print impreffed,
Proud with his form, in his eye pride expreffed :
His tongue, all impatient to speak and not fee,
Did stumble with hafte in his eye-fight to be:
All fenfes to that fenfe did make their repair,
? To feel only looking on faireft of fair;
Methought, all his fenfes were lock'd in his eye,
As jewels in cryftal for fome prince to buy ;

7 My lips are no common, though feveral they be.] Several is an inclofed field of a private proprietor, fo Maria fays, her lips are private property. Of a lord that was newly married one obferved that he grew fat; Yes, faid fir Walter Raleigh, any beaft will grow fat, if you take him from the common and graze him in the Jeveral. JOHNSON.

His tongue, all impatient to speak and not fee,] That is, bis tongue being impatiently defirous to fee as well as speak. JOHNSON. 9 To feel only looking -] Perhaps we may better read,

To feed only by looking.

JOHNSON.