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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 princefs, were not his requests fo far
From reason's yielding, your fair self should 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 unseeming to confefs receipt

Of that, which hath so 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 specialties are bound:
To-morrow you shall have a sight of them.

-and not demands

One payment of a hundred thousand crowns,
To bave bis title live in Aquitain.

I have reftored, 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.

King. It fhall fuffice me; at which interview,
All liberal reason I will yield unto.

Mean time, receive fuch 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 fhall be fo receiv'd,
As you shall deem yourfelf lodg'd in my heart,
Though fo deny'd fair harbour in my houfe.
Your own good thoughts excufe me, and farewel;
To-morrow we fhall vifit you again.

Prin. Sweet health and fair defires confort your

Grace!

King. Thy own wifh with 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 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 fays, ay.

Biron. Will you prick't with your eye?

Rof. Non, poynt, with my knife.

Biron. Now, God fave thy life!
Rof. And yours from long living!
Birón. I cannot stay thanksgiving.

[Exit.

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

fame?

Boyet. The heir of Alenfon, Rofaline her name. Dum. A gallant lady! Monfieur, fare you well. [Exit. Long. I beseech you, a word: What is she in the white ?

Boyet.

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 herfelf; 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 moft fweet 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?

[Exit Long.

Boyet. To her will, fir, or fo.

Biron. You are welcome, fir: adieu!

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 jeft 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 fhips?

No fheep, fweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. Mar. You fheep, and I pafture; shall 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 feveral 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, disclosed with eyes,
Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.

Prin. With what?

Boyet. With that which we lovers intitle, affected. Prin. Your reafon?

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 ftumble with hafte in his eye-fight to be:
All fenfes to that fenfe did make their repair,
? To feel only looking on fairest 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 tongus, 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.

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JOHNSON.

Who,

Who, tendring their own worth, from whence they were glafs'd,

Did point out to buy them, along as you pafs'd.
His faces own margent did quote fuch amazes,
That all eyes faw his eyes inchanted with gazes :
I'll give you Acquitain, and all that is his,
An you give him for my fake but one loving kifs.
Prin. Come, to our pavilion: Boyet is difpos'd-
Boyet. But to fpeak that in words, which his
hath difclos'd:

I only have made a mouth of his eye,
By adding a tongue which I know will not lye.

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Rof. Thou art an old love-monger, and fpeakeft skilfully.

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

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Rof. Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is but grim.

Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches?

Mar. No.

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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 ventured to vary the regulation of the four latt acts from the printed copies, for thefe realons. Hitherto the 2d act has been of the extent of 7 pages; the 3d of but 5; and the 5th of no less than 29. And this disproportion of length has crowded 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 likewise, (such as it is,) into a more uniform caft.

THEOBALD.

Mr. Theobald has reafon enough to propofe this alteration, but he should not have made it in his book without better authority or more need. I have therefore preferved his observation, but continued the former divifion. JoHNSON.

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