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For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,
Rofa. Another of these students at that time
Prin. God blefs my ladies, are they all in love,
Prin. Now, what admittance, Lord?
Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach; And he and his competitors in oath Were all addreft to meet you, gentle lady, Before I came: marry, thus much I've learnt, He rather means to lodge you in the field, Like one that comes here to befiege his Court, Than feek a difpenfation for his oath, To let you enter his unpeopled house. Here comes Navarre.
Enter the King, Longaville, Dumain, Biron, and
King. Fair Princefs, welcome to the Court of Na
Prin. Fair, I give you back again; and welcome I
have not yet the roof of this Court is too high to be yours; and welcome to the wide fields, too bafe to be
King. You fhall be welcome, Madam, to my Court. Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me thither.. King. Hear me, dear lady, I have fworn an oath. Prin. Our Lady help my lord! he'll be forfworn. King. Not for the world, fair Madam, by my will. Prin. Why, Will fhall break its will, and nothing elfe.
King. Your ladyfhip is ignorant what it is.
Prin. Were my Lord fo, his ignorance were wife, Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. I hear, your Grace hath fworn out houfe-keeping: 'Tis deadly fin to keep that oath, my Lord; And fin to break it.
But pardon me, I am too fudden bold:
King. Madam, I will, if fuddenly I may.
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 fpeeds too faft, 'twill
Rof. Not 'till it leave the rider in the mire.
King. Madam, your father here doth intimate
But fay, that he, or we, as neither have,
And not demands
One payment of an hundred thousand Crowns,
The old Books concur in this Reading, and Mr. Pope has embraced it; tho', as I conceive, it is ftark Nonsense, and repugnant to the Circumftance suppos'd by our Poet. I have, by reforming the Pointing, and throwing out a fingle Letter, reftor'd, I believe, the genuine Senfe of the Paffage. Aquitain was pledg'd, it feems, to Navarre's father, for 20cooo Crowns. The French King pretends to have paid one Moiety of this Debt, (which Navarre knows nothing of,) but demands this Moiety back again: infread whereof (fays Navarre) he should rather pay the remaining Moiety, and demand to have Aquitain redeliver'd up to him. This is plain and easy 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.
A yielding 'gainst some reason in my breast;
Prin. You do the King my father too much wrong,
Prin. We arrest your word: Bojet, you can produce acquittances For fuch a fum, from fpecial officers Of Charles his father.
King. Satisfie me so.
Boyet. So please your Grace, the packet is not come,
King. It fhall fuffice me; at which interview,
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.
I would be glad to fee it.
Biron. I would, you heard it groan.
Rof. Is the fool fick ?
Rof. My phyfick fays, ay.
Boyet. The heir of Alanfon, Rofaline her name. Dum. A gallant lady; Monfieur, fare you well. [Exit. Long. I beseech 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
Boyet. She hath but one for her felf; to defire That, were a fhame.
Long. Pray you, Sir, whofe daughter?
Long. Nay, my choller is ended: She is a most sweet lady.
Boyet. Not unlike, Sir; that may be. [Exit Long.
Boyet. To her will, Sir, or fo.
Boyet. Farewel to me, Sir, and welcome to you.
Mar. That laft is Biron, the merry mad-cap 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. Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry.