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your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme, for, I am sure, I shall turn sonnet. Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio
SCENE I.-Another part of the Park.
ion and Tents at a distance.
Enter the PRINCESS OF FRANCE, ROSALINE, MARIA
I am less proud to hear you tell my worth,
[Exit. Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is
Who are the votaries, my loving lords,
i Lord. Longaville is one.
Know you the man ? Mar. I know him, madam; at a marriage feast, Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Jaques Falconbridge, solemnized in Normandy, saw I this Longaville: A man of sovereign parts he is esteemid; Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms; Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well. The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss (If virtue's gloss 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 none spare that come within his power. Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike : is't
so ? Mar. They say so most, that most his humours
know. Prin. Such short-lived wits do wither as they
grow. Who are the rest ? Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd
Ros. Another of these students at that time
Prin. God bless my ladies ! are they all in love,
Mar. Here comes Boyet.
Now, what admittance, lord ?
proach; And he and his competitors in oath Were all address’d to meet you, gentle lady, Before I came. Marry, thus much I have
learnt, He rather means to lodge you in the field, (Like one that comes here to besiege his court,) Than seek a dispensation for his oath, To let you enter his unpeopled house. Here comes Navarre.
[The ladies mask. Enter KING, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, Birox, and
Attendants. 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 base to be mine.
King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my 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 for
sworn. King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my
will. Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and no
thing else. King. Yo
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 housekeeping: 'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord, And sin to break it: But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold; To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me. Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, And suddenly resolve me in my suit.
[Gives a paper. King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.
Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away ; For you'll prove perjured, if you make me stay. Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant
once? Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant
once ? Biron. I know you did. Ros. How needless was it then to ask the
question ! Biron. You must not be so quick. Ros. 'Tis ’long of you that spur me with such
questions. Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast,
'twill tire. *Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire. Biron. What time o' day? Ros. The hour that fools should ask. Biron. Now fair befall your mask! Ros. Fair fall the face it covers ! Biron. And send you many lovers ! Ros. 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;