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, . 104 Lope's Labour's loft. yea, he loveth. Aflift me, some extemporal God of rhime, for, I am sure, I shall turn sonnet. Devise wit, write pen, for I am for whole volumes in folio.
II. SCENE, before the King of Navarre's
Palace. Enter the Princess of France, Rosaline, Maria, Catharine, Boyet, Lords and other attendants
Β Ο Υ Ε Τ.
Consider, whom the King your father sends;
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 base sale of chapmen's tongues. I am less proud to hear you
my worth, 18) When she did starve the general World beside,] Catullus has a Compliment, much of this Cast, to his Lesbia in his 87th Epigram:
quæ cùm pulcherrima tota eft, Tum omnibus una omnes surripuit Veneres.
Than you much willing to be counted wise,
Boyet. Proud of imployment, willingly I go. [Exit,
Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is 1o ;
Lord. Longaville is one.
Mar. I knew him, madam, at a marriage feast,
Prin. Some merry-mocking lord, belike ; is’t so? Mar. They say lo 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,
grace, tho' he had no wit.
Rosa. Another of these students at that time
Prin. God bless my ladies, are they all in love,
Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach ;
Enter the King, Longaville, Dumain, Biron, and
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 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 wise, Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance, I hear, your Grace hath sworn out house-keeping: 'Tis deadly fin to keep chat oath, my Lord; And fin to break it. But pardon me, I am coq sudden bold: To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me. Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my Coming, And suddenly resolve me in my suit.
King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.
Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away;
Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
questions. 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?
Rofa. The hour, that fools should ask. Biron. Now fair befall your mask! Rosa. Fair fall the face it covers! Biron. And send you many lovers! Rofa. Amen, so 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 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 mony by our father lent, Than Aquitain fo gelded as it is.
tai And not demands One payment of an hundred theuland Crowns,
To have his Title liose in Aquitaine.] The old Books concur in this Reading, and Mr. Pope has embraced it ; tho', as I conceive, it is stark Nonsense, and repugnant to the Circumstance suppos’d by our Poet. I have, by reforming the Pointing, and throwing out a single Letter, restor'd, I believe, the genuine Sense of the Passage. Aquitain was pledg’d, it seems, 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: instead whereof (says 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 suppos'd ; and Navarre declares, he had rather receive the Residue of his Debt, than detain the Province mortgag'd for Security of it.