Receiv'd that sum, yet there remains unpaid

A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which,
One part of Aquitaine is bound to us,
Although not valu'd 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 Aquitaine,
And hold fair friendship with his majesty.
But that, it seems, he little purposeth,
For here he doth demand to have repaid

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140

A hundred thousand crowns; and not demands,

On payment of a hundred thousand crowns,

144

To have his title live in Aquitaine;

Which we much rather had depart withal,
And have the money by our father lent,

Than Aquitaine, so gelded as it is.

148

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, And wrong the reputation of your name,

In so unseeming to confess receipt

Of that which hath so faithfully been paid.
King. I do protest I never heard of it;

And if you prove it, I'll repay it back
Or yield up Aquitaine.

Prin.

We arrest your word.

Boyet, you can produce acquittances
For such a sum from special officers

Of Charles his father.

King.

146 depart withal: part with

152

156

160

Satisfy me so.

148 gelded: maimed

151 A... reason: a rather unreasonable yielding 155 unseeming: seeming not

159 arrest: take up, challenge

hand

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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. Meantime, receive such welcome at my 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 lodg'd 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.

172

176

Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your
Grace!

King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place!
Exit [King].
Ber. Lady, I will commend you to mine own heart.
Ros. Pray you, do my commendations; I would be
glad to see it.
Ber. I would you
Ros. Is the fool sick?

heard it groan.

180

Ber. Sick at the heart.

Ros. Alack! let it blood.

Ber. Would that do it good?

Ros. My physic says, 'ay.'

184

Ber. Will you prick't with your eye?
Ros. No point, with my knife.

188

Ber. Now, God save thy life!
Ros. And yours from long living!

164 specialties: corroborative documents
173 As: that

184 let it blood; cf. n.

177 consert: accompany 188 No point; cf. n.

Exit [i.e. Retires].

Ber. I cannot stay thanksgiving.

Dum. [Advancing.] Sir, I pray you a word: what lady is that same?

Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Katharine her name.
Dum. A gallant lady. Monsieur, fare you well.

192

Exit.

Long. I beseech you a word: what is she in the white?

Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the light.

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Long. Perchance light in the light. I desire her

name.

Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire that

were a shame.

Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter?

Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.

Long. God's blessing on your beard!
Boyet. Good sir, be not offended.
She is an heir of Falconbridge.
Long. Nay, my choler is ended.
She is a most sweet lady.

Boyet. Not unlike, sir; that may be.

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204

Exit Longaville.

Enter Berowne [i.e. he advances].

Ber. What's her name, in the cap?
Boyet. Rosaline, by good hap.
Ber. Is she wedded or no?

Boyet. To her will, sir, or so.

Ber. You are welcome, sir. Adieu.

193 Katharine; cf. n.

197 light in the light: of light conduct if known 201 Cf. n.

208

196 an: if

206 unlike: unlikely

Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you. 212 Exit Berowne.

Mar. That last is Berowne, the merry madcap lord: Not a word with him but a jest.

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.

Kath. Two hot sheeps, marry!
Boyet.

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And wherefore not ships?

No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. Kath. You sheep, and I pasture: shall that finish the jest?

Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.

Kath.

[Offering to kiss her.]

My lips are no common, though several they be.
Boyet. Belonging to whom?

Kath.

Not so, gentle beast. 220

To my fortunes and me.

Prin. Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles,

agree.

224

This 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 seldom lies,
By the heart's still rhetoric disclosed with eyes,—
Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.

Prin. With what?

Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle affected. Prin. Your reason.

228

Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their re

tire

212 Cf. n.

221 common, though several; cf. n. 227 rhetoric: language

232

217 Kath.; cf. n. 225 abus'd: misused 230 affected: loving, sentimental

236

To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire.
His heart, like an agate, with your print impress'd,
Proud with his form, in his eye pride express'd.
His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,
Did stumble with haste in his eyesight to be;
All senses to that sense 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, tend'ring their own worth from where they were
glass'd,

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Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd.
His face's own margent did quote such amazes,
That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes.
I'll give you Aquitaine, and all that is his,
An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss.
Prin. Come to our pavilion: Boyet is dispos'd.
Boyet. But to speak that in words which his eye
hath disclos'd.

248

I only have made a mouth of his eye,
By adding a tongue which I know will not lie.
Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st
skilfully.

252

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

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

Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches?

Ros.
Boyet.

233 court: governing center

No.

What, then, do you see?

235 with his: with its

236 to speak and not see: not to be able to see rather than to speak 239 To feel only looking: that they might feel only in looking 243 point: invite 244 margent: margin; cf. n. quote: note 248 dispos'd: inclined to be merry 249 But: i.e. disposed only