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Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they
grow. Who are the rest? Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplished
Ros. Another of these students at that time
Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love;
Re-enter Boyet. Prin.
Now, what admittance, lord ? Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach; And he, and his competitors in oath, Were all address'da to meet you, gentle lady, Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt, He rather means to lodge you in the field (Like one that comes here to besiege his court,)
(1) Confederates. (2) Prepared.
Than seek a dispensation for his oath,
[The ladies mask. Enter King, Longaville, Dumain, Biron, and at
tendants. King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of
Navarre. Prin. Fair, I give you back again ; and, wel come I have not yet : the roof of this court is too high to be yours ; and welcome to the wild fields too base to be mine. King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my
court. Prin. I will be welcome then ; conduct me
thither. King. Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath. Prin. Our lady help my lord ! he'll be forsworn. King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will. Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing
else. King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is.
Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise. Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. I hear, your grace hath sworn out house-keeping: 'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord, And sin to break it: But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold; To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me. Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, And suddenly resolve me in my suit.
(Gives a paper. King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.
Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away ; For you'll prove perjur'd, if you make me stay. Biron. Did not † dance with you in Brabant
once ? Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
Biron. I know, you did.
How needless was it then
You must not be so quick. Ros. 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such
questions. Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast,
'twill tire. Ros. Not till it leaves the rider in the mire. Biron. What time of day? Ros. The hour that fools should ask. Biron. Now fair befall your mask! Ros. Fair fall the face it covers! Biron. And send you many lovers! Ros. Amen, so you be none. Biron. Nay, then will I be King. Madam, your father here doth intimate, The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; Being but the 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 sum; yet there remains unpaid A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which, One part of Aquitain is bound to us, Although not valued to the money's worth. If then the king your father will restore But that one half which is unsatisfied, 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 A hundred thousand 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 so gelded as it is. Dear princess, were not his requests so far
From reason's yielding, your fair self should make A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast, And go well satisfied to France again.
Prin. You do the king my father too much wrong,
King. I do protest, I never heard of it;
We arrest your word :
Satisfy me so.
come, Where that and other specialities 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. Meantime, 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 so receiv'd, As you shall deem yourself lodgid in my heart, Though so denied fair harbour in my house. Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell ; To-morrow shall we visit you again. Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your
grace! King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place!
(Exeunt King and his Train. Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own
heart. Ros. 'Pray you,
commendations ; I would be glad to see it.
Biron. I would, you heard it groan,
Biron. Sick at heart.
(Exit. Long. I beseech you a word; What is she in
the white Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in
the light. Long. Perchance, light in the light : I desire her Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire
that, were a shame.
Long. Nay, my choler is ended.
[Exit Biron.- Ladies unmask. (1) Aye, yes. (2) A French particle of negation.