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Jaq. Fair weather after you!
Dull. Come, Jaquenetta, away.

[Exeunt Dull and Jaquenetta. Arm. Villain, thou Malt Fast for thy offence, ere thou be pardoned.

Cof. Well, Sir, I hope, when I do it, I fiall do it on a full stomacn.

Arm. I hou shalt be heavily punish'd. Cofi. I am more bound to you, than


followers; for they are but lightly rewarded.

Arm. Take away this villain, shut him up.
Moth. Come, you tranfgreffing Nave, away.

Coft. Let me not be pent up, Sir; I will faft, being loose.

Moth. No, Sir, that were fast and loofe; thou shalt to prison.

Coft. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation that I have seen, some shall fee

Moth. What shall some fee?

Coj. Nay, nothing, Mfter Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be filent in their words, aid therefore I will say nothing; I thank God, I have as littl: patience as another man, and therefure I can be quiet.

[Exeunt Moth and Costard. Arm. I do affect the very ground (which is base) where her shoe (which is baser) guided by her foot (which is basert) doth tread. I fhall be furtworn, which is a great argument of falsehood, if I love. And how can that be true love, which is falfely attempted? Love is a familiar, love is a devil: there is no evil angel but love; yet Samson was fo tempted, and he had an excelknt strength; yet was Solomon fo feduced, and he had a very good wit. Cupid's but-Maft is too hard for Hercules's club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier; the first and second cause will not serve my turn; the Passado he respects not, the Duello he regards not; his disgrace is to be calld boy; but his glory is to sub

Adieu, valour! ruit, sapier! be ftill, drum! for your manager is in love ; yea, he loveth. Affist me, some extemporal god of rhyme, for I am sure I shall turn sonneteer. Devise wit; write pen, for i am for whole volumes in folio.

[Exit. АСТ

due men.


Before the King of Navarre's palace. Enter the Princess of France, Rofaline, Maria, Carbarine,

Boyet, Lords, and other attendants.



Boyet. OW, Madam, fummon up your deareft

Confider, whom the King your father sends ;
To whom he sends, and what's his embassy.
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 filourish of your praise;
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not utter'd by bale 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 talk 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 seems it a needful course,
Before we enter his forbidden gates,
To know his pleasure; and in that behalf,
Bold of your worthiness, we fingle you
As our best-moving fair folicitor.
Tell him, the daughter of the King of France,
On serious business, craving quick dispatch,
Importunes special conference with his Grace.
Hatte, signify so much, while we attend,


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

Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go.

Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours 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 esteem’d;
Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms,
Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well.
The only foil of his fair virtue's gloss,
(If virtue’s glofs will stain with any soil,)
Is a sharp wit, match'd with too blunt a will;
Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills
It should spare none that come within his

power. Prin. Some merry-mocking Lord, belike; is't fo? Mar. They say so moft, 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 shape 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 to his great 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 occafion for his wit;
For every object that the one doth catch,
The other turns to a mirth moving jest;
Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor)
Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
That aged cars play truant at his tales;


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,
He rather means to lodge you in the field,
Like one that comes here to besiege his court,
Than feek a dispensation for his oath,
To let you enter his unpeopled house.
Here comes Navarre.


Enter the King, Longaville, Duma:n, 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 yours; and welcome to the wide fields, too bafe 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 so, his ignorance were wife,
Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance.
I hear your Grace hath sworn cut 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 beseemcth me.


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

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

Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away;
For you'll prove perjur'd, if you make me ftay.

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.
Ref. 'Tis long of you, that fpur me with such ques-

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 should ask.
Biron. Now fair befal your makk!
Rof. Fair fall the face it covers !
Biron. And send 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 sum,
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 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 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 a 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.
Vol. II.


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