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Than Aquitain fo gelded as it is.
Dear princefs, were not his requests so far
Prin. You do the King my father too much wrong,
Prin. We arreft your word:
King. Satisfy me fo.
Boyet. So please your Grace, the packet is not come,
King. It fhall fuffice me; at which interview,
Prin. Sweet health and fair defires confort your
King Thy own Wish wish I thee, in every place.
varre declares, he had rather re- than detain the Province mortceive the Refidue of his Debt, gag'd for Security of it. THEOB.
Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own heart.
Biron. I would, you heard it groan.
Biron. Sick at the heart.
That is, mayft thou have fenfe and ferioufnefs more proportionate to thy beard, the
Long. Perchance, light in the light; Idefire her name. Boyet. She hath but one for herfelf; to defire That, were a fhame.
Long. Pray you, Sir, whofe daughter?
Boyet. Not unlike, Sir; that may be. [Exit Long..
length of which fuits ill with
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 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
Mar. Two hot fheeps, marry.
Boyet. And wherefore not fhips?
No sheep, fweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. Mar. You fheep, and I pafture; fhall that finish the jest?
Boyet. So you grant pafture for me.
My lips are no common, though feveral they be?.
Mar. To my fortunes and me.
Prin. Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles,
The civil war of wits were much better us'd
On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abus'd. Boyet. If my obfervation, which very feldom lies, By the heart's ftill rhetorick, disclosed with eyes, Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.
Prin. With what?
Boyet. With that which we lovers intitle affected. Prin. Your reafon?
My lips are not common though feveral they are.] Several is an inclofed field of a private proprietor; fo Maria fays, her lips are private property. Of a Lord that was newly married
one obferved that he grew fat; Yes, faid Sir Walter Raleigh, any beaft will grow fat, if you take him from the common and graze him in the feveral.
Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their
To the Court of his eye, peeping thorough defire:
*To feel only looking on faireft of fair;
Methought, all his fenfes were lock'd in his eye,
As jewels in crystal for fome Prince to buy;
Who tendring their own worth, from whence they were glafst,
Did point out to buy them, along as you past..
An' you give him for my fake but one loving kifs.
I only have made a mouth of his eye,
By adding a tongue which I know will not lye.. Rof. Thou art an old love-monger, and fpeakest fkilfully.
Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of him.
Rof. Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is but grim.
Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches?
Boyet. What then, do
His tongue all impatient to peak and not fee.] That is, his tongue being impatiently defirous to fee as well as speak.
A C T III. SCENE I.
The Park; near the Palace.
Enter Armado and Moth'.
ARBLE, child; make paffionate my fenfe of
Arm. Sweet Air!-Go, tendernefs of years; take this key, give inlargement to the fwain; bring him feftinately hither: I must imploy him in a letter to my love.
9 Boyet. You are too hard for me.] Here, in all the Books, the 2d Act is made to end; but in my Opinion very mistakenly. have ventur'd to vary the Regulation of the four laft Acts from the printed Copies, for thefe Reafons. Hitherto, the 2d Act has been of the Extent of 7 Pages; the third but of 5; and the 5th of no less than 29. And this Difproportion of Length has crouded too many Incidents into fome Acts, and left the others quite barren. I have now reduced them into a much better Equality; and diftributed the Bufinefs likewife (fuch as it is) into a more uniform Caft.