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Of all that virtue love, for virtue lov'd.
Moft power to do moft harm, least knowing ill;
For he hath wit to make an ill fhape good,
And shape to win grace, tho' he had no wit.
I faw him at the Duke of Alanson's once,
And much too little of that good I saw,
Is my report to his great worthiness.
Rofa. Another of thefe ftudents 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 occafion 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 expofitor)
Delivers in fuch apt and gracious words,
That aged ears play truant at his tales;
And younger hearings are quite ravished ;
So fweet and voluble is his discourse.
Prin. God bless my ladies, are they all in love,
That every one her own hath garnished
With fuch bedecking ornaments of praise !
Mar. Here comes Boyet.
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 mine.
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 else.
King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is.
Prin. Were my Lord fo, his ignorance were wife,
Where now his knowlege 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:
To teach a teacher ill befeemeth me..
Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my Coming,
And fuddenly 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.
Rof. How needless was it then to ask the question?
Biron. You must not be fo quick.
Rof. 'Tis long of you, that fpur me with fuch queftions.
Biron. Your wit's too hot, it fpeeds too faft, 'twill tire.
Rof. Not 'till it leave the rider in the mire.
Biron. What time o'day?
Rof. The hour, that fools fhould ask.
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 here doth intimate
The payment of a hundred thousand crowns;
Being but th' one half of an intire fum,
Disbursed by my father in his wars,
But fay, that he, or we, as neither have,
Receiv'd that fum; yet there remains unpaid
A hundred thousand 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 unfatisfy'd,
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
An hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, (7)r
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,
One payment of an hundred thousand Crowns,
To have his Title live in Aquitaine.]
The old Books concur in this Reading, and Mr. Pope has em braced it; tho', as I conceive, it is ftark Nonfenfe, and repugnant to the Circumftance fuppos'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 200000 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 redeliver'd up to him. This is plain and eafy Reasoning upon the Fat fuppos'd; and Navarre declares, he had rather receive the Refidue of his Debt, than detain the Province mortgag'd for Security of it.
Than Aquitain fo gelded as it is.
Dear Princefs, were not his requests fo far
From reason's yielding, your fair felf should make
A yielding 'gainst some reason in my breast;
well fatisfied to France again.
Prin. You do the King my father too much wrong,
And wrong the reputation of your name,
In fo unfeeming to confefs receipt
Of that, which hath fo 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 fight of them.
King. It fhall fuffice me; at which interview,
All liberal reafon 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 Princefs, in my gates;
But here, without, you shall be so receiv'd,
fhall deem yourfelf lodg'd in my heart,
Tho' fo deny'd fair harbour in my house:
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 Wish 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, poynty with my knife.
Biron. Now God fave thy life!
Rof. And yours from long living!
Biron. I cannot fay thanksgiving.
Dum. Sir, I pray you a word: what lady is that fame ?
Boyet. The heir of Allanfon, Rofaline her name.
Dun. A gallant lady; Monfieur, fare you well.
[Exit, Long. I beseech you, a word: what is the in white ?. Boyet. A woman fometimes, if you faw her in the light. Long. Perchance, light in the light; I defire her name. Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to defire that, were a fhame.
Long. Pray you Sit, whofe daughter?
Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.
Long. God's bleffing on your beard !
Boyet. Good Sir, be not offended. :
She is an heir of Faulconbridge.
Long. Nay, my choler is ended:
She is a moft fweet lady.
Boyet. Not unlike, Sir; that may be.
Biron. What's her name in the cap?
Boyet. Catharine, by good hap.
Biron. Is the wedded, or no?
Boyet. To her will, Sir, or fo.
Biron. You are welcome, Sir: adieu!
Boyet. Farewel to me, Sir, 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. Two hot sheeps, marry.