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Before the King of Navarre's palace. Enter the Princess of France, Rosaline, Maria Catha.

rine, Boyet, Lords, and other attendants. Boyet. TOW, Madam, fummon up your dearest

fpirits;
Consider, whom the King your father fends;
To whom he sends, and what's his embafly.
Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem,
To parley with the sole inheritor
Of all perfections that a man may owe,
Matchless Navarre; the plea, of no less weight
Than Aquitain, a dowry for a Queen.
Be now as prodigal of all dear grace,
As nature was in making graces dear,
When she did ftarve the general world beside,
And prodigally gave them all to you.
Prin. Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but

mean,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise;
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not utter'd by baie sale of chapmens tongues.
I am less proud to hear you

tell

my worth,
Than you much willing to be counted wife,
In spending thus your wit in praise of mine.
But now,

to task the tasker ; good Boyet,
You are not ignorant, all-telling fame
Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,
Till painful study shall out-wear three years,
No woman may approach his filent court;
Therefore to us feems it a needful course,
Before we enter his forbidden gates,
To know his pleasure; and in that behalf,
Bold of your worthiness, we single you
As our best-moving fair solicitor.
Tell him the daughter of the King of France,
On ferious business, craving quick dispatch,
Importunes personal conference with his Grace.
Hafte, signify so much, while we attend,

Like

Like humble-visag'd fuitors, his high will.

Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go, [Exit.

Prin. All pride is willing pride, and your's is so.
Who are the votaries, my loving Lords,
That are vow-fellows with this virtuous King ?

Lord. Longaville is one.
Prin. Know ye the man ?

Mar. I knew him, Madam, at a marriage-feast,
Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir
Of Jaques Faulconbridge folemnized.
In Normandy faw I this Longaville,
A man of sovereign parts he is esteemid;
Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms,
Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well.
The only soil of his fair virtue’s gloss,
(If virtue's gloss will stain with any foil),
Is a sharp wit, match'd with too blunt a will;
Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will ftill wills
It should spare none that come within his power.

Prin. Some merry mocking Lord, belike; is't fo? Mar. They say so most, that most his humours know.

Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they grow. Who are the rest ?

Cath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth,
Of all that virtue love, for virtue lov’d.
Most power to do most harm, leaft knowing ill ;
For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,
And thape to win grace, though he had no wit.
I saw him at the Duke Alanson's once,
And much too little of that good I saw,
Is my report of his

worthiness.
Rof. Another of these students at that time
Was there with him, as I have heard a truth;
Biron they call him ; but a merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.
His eye begets occasion for his wit ;
For every object that the one doth catch,
The other turns to a mirth-moving jeft;
Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor)
Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
That aged cars play truant at his tales ;

great

And younger hearings are quite ravished;
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

Prin. God bless my ladies, are they all in love,
That every one her own hath garnished
With such bedecking ornaments of praise !
Mar. Here comes Boyet.

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’d to meet you, gentle Lady,
Before I came. Marry, thus much I've learn'd,
Herather means to lodge you in the field,
Like one that comes here to besiege his court,
Than seek a dispensation for his oath,
To let you enter his unpeopled house.
Here comes Navarre.

II.

SC EN E Enter the King, Longaville, Dumain, Biron, and at

tendants. King. Fair Princess, welcome to the court of Navarre.

Prin. Fair I give you back again; and welcome I have not yet : the roof of this court is too high to be your's; and welcome to the wide 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 its will, and nothing else. King. Your Ladyship is ignorant what it is.

Prin. Were my Lord fo, his ignorance were wise, Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. I hear your Grace hath lworn out house-keeping: 'Tis deadly fin to keep that oath, my Lord; Not fin to break it. But pardon me, I am too sudden bold: To teach a teacher ill beseenieth me. VOL. II.

O

Vouchfafe

Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,
And suddenly refolve me in my fuit.

King. Madam, I will, if fuddenly I may.

Prin. You will the fooner, that I were away ;
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.
Ref. How needless was it then to ask the question ?
Biron. You must not be so quick.
Ref. 'Tis long of you, that spur me with such que-

ftions.
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 thould ask.
Biron. Now fair befal 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 licre doth intimate The paynient of a hundred thousand crowns; Being but th’ one half of an entire fum, Dilbursed 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 thoufand 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 restore But that one half which is unsatisfy'd, We will give up our right in Aquitain, And holi fair friendship with his Majesty But that it seems he little purposeth, For here he doth demand to have repaid an hundred thousand crowns, and not demands, On payment of an 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

of

Dear Princess, were not his requests so far
From reason's yielding, your fair self should make
A yielding 'gainst fome 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 your name, In so unseeming to confess receipt Of that which hath fo 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 Aquitain.

Prin. We arrest your word.
Boyet, you can produce acquittances
For such a fum, from special 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.

King. It shall fuffice me; at which interview, All liberal reason I will yield unto : Mean time 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 lodg'd in my heart, Though so deny'd fair harbour in my house : Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewel ; To-morrow we shall visit you again. [Grace!

Prin. Sweet health and fair desires confort your King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place.

[Exit. Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own bcart.

Rof. I pray you, do my commendations ;
I would be glad to see it.
Biron. I would you heard it grone

Dum.
- heard it grone,
Rof. Is :he + fool sick ?
Biron. Sick at the heart.

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