Assist your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. 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 [Exit. ACT II. SCENE I.-Another part of the Park. A Pavil ion and Tents at a distance. Enter the PRINCESS OF FRANCE, ROSALINE, MARIA KATHARINE BOYET, Lords, and other Attendants. N Boyet. OW, madam, summon up your dearest spirits; Consider who the king your father To whom he sends; and what's his embassy: Of all perfections that a man may owe, Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise; Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues : I am less proud to hear you tell my worth, Tell him, the daughter of the king of France, [Exit. Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is SO. Who are the votaries, my loving lords, That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke? I Lord. Longaville is one. Prin. Know you the man? Mar. I know him, madam; at a marriage feast, In Normandy, saw I this Longaville : 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 youth, Of all that virtue love for virtue loved: Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill; Ros. Another of these students at that time I never spent an hour's talk withal: 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. Prin. Re-enter BOYET. 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 have learnt, He rather means to lodge you in the field, To let you enter his unpeopled house. [The ladies mask. Enter KING, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BIRON, and Attendants. King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of Navarre. Prin. Fair 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 for sworn. King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will. Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing else. King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold; [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! Biron. Nay, then will I be gone. King. Madam, your father here doth intimate The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; |