Enter the King, Longueville, Dumain, Biron, and Attendants.

King. Fair Princefs, 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 yours; 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 forfworn. 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 so, his ignorance were wife, Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. I hear, your Grace hath fworn out house-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 beseemeth me.
Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my Coming,
And fuddenly resolve 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 so quick.

Rof. 'Tis long of you, that spur me with such

questions.

Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire. Rof. Not 'till it leave the rider in the mirery

Biron. What time o'day?

Rof. The hour, that fools should afk.
Biron. Now fair befall your mafk!
Rof. Fair fall the face it covers!
Biron. And send you many lovers!
Rof. Amen, so you be none!
Biron. Nay, then will I be gone.

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King. Madam, your father here doth intimate
The payment of a hundred thousand crowns;
Being but th' one half of an entire fum,
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 valu'd to the mony'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 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,
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,

• The former editions read, And not demands One payment of an hundred thousand Crowns,

To have his Title live in Aqui taine.] I have restored, I believe, the genuine Sense of the Paffage. Aquitain was pledg'd, it seems, to Navarre's father, for 200000 Crowns. The French

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King pretends to have paid one Moiety of this Debt, (which Navarre knows nothing of,) but demands this Moiety back again: instead whereof (fays Navarre) he should rather pay the remaining Moiety and demand to have Aquitain re-deliver'd up to him. This is plain and easy Reasoning upon the Fact suppos'd; and Na

Than Aquitain fo 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 fatisfied to France again.

Prin. You do the King my father too much wrong,
And wrong the reputation of your name,
In so unseeming to confefs 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 Aquitain.

Prin. We arrest your word :
Boyet, you can produce acquittances
For fuch 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 fight of them.

King. It shall fuffice me; at which interview,
All liberal reason 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 Princess, in my gates;
But here, without, you shall be so receiv'd,
As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart,
Tho' fo deny'd fair harbour in my house :
Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewel;
To-morrow we shall visit you again.

Prin. Sweet health and fair defires confort your * Grace!

King. Thy own Wish wish I thee, in every place.

[Exit.

varre declares, he had rather re- than detain the Province mortceive the Residue of his Debt, gag'd for Security of it. THEOB.

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Biron

Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own heart. Rof. I pray you, do my commendations

I would be glad to fee it.

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Biron. I would, you heard it groan.爪。。。

Rof. Is the fool fick ?

Biron. Sick at the heart.

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Rof. Alack, let it blood.

Biron. Would that do it good?

Rof. My physick fays, ay.

Biron. Will you prick't with your eye?

Rof. Non, poynt, with my knife.
Biron. Now God save thy life!
Rof. And yours from long living!

Biron. I can't stay thanksgiving.

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[Exit.

Dum. Sir, I pray you a word: what lady is that same ? Boyet. The heir of Alanson, Rofaline her name. Dum. A gallant lady; Monfieur, fare you well. [Exit. Long. I beseech you, a word: what is the in white? Boyet. A woman sometimes, if you saw her in the

light.

Long. Perchance, light in the light; Idefire her name. Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to defire 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 Faulconbridge.

Long. Nay, my choller is ended:

She is a most sweet lady.

Boyet. Not unlike, Sir; that may be. [Exit Long.
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.

* That is, mayst thou have sense and seriousness more proportionate to thy beard, the

length of which fuits ill with such idle catches of wit.

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Biron.

Biron. You are welcome, Sir: adieu!
Boyet. Farewel to me, Sir, and welcome to you.

[Exit Biron.

Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord;

Not a word with him but a jeft.

Boyet. And every jest a word.

Prin. It was well done of you to take him at his

word.

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Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to

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Mar. Two hot fheeps, marry.

Boyet. And wherefore not ships?

No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips.

Mar. You sheep, and I pasture; shall that finish

the jest?

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Boyet. So you grant pafture for me.

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My lips are no common, though feveral they be.

Mar. Not fo, gentle beast;

Boyet. Belonging to whom?

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Mar. To my fortunes and me.

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

agree.

The civil war of wits were much better us'd

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On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abus'd. Boyet. If my observation, which very feldom lies, By the heart's still rhetorick, disclosed with eyes, Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.

Prin. With what?

Boyet. With that which we lovers intitle affected. Prin. Your reason ?

My lips are not common though feveral they are.] Several is an inclosed field of a private proprietor; so Maria says, her lips are private property. Of a Lord that was newly married

one observed that he grew fat; Yes, faid Sir Walter Raleigh, any beast will grow fat, if you take him from the common and graze him in the feveral.

Boyet.