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Of all that virtue love, for virtue lov’d.
Most power to do moft harm, least knowing ill;
For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,
And shape to win grace, tho' he had no wit.
I saw him at the Duke of Alanson's once,
And much too little of that good I saw,
Is my report to his great worthiness.
Roja. Another of these ftudents at that time
Was there with him, as I have heard a truth;
Biron they call him; but a merrier nian,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.
His eye begets occasion for his wit;
For every object, that the one doth catch,
The other turns to a mirth-moving jelt ;
Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor)
Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
That-aged ears play truant at his tales ;
And younger hearings are quite ravifhed';
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.
Prin. Now, what admittance, Lord?
Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach
And he and his competitors in oath
Were all addrest to meet you, gentle lady,
Before I came : marry, thus much I've learnt,
He rather means to lodge you in the field,
Like one that comes here to besiege his Court,
Than feek a difpenfation for his oath,
To let you enter his unpeopled house.
Here comes Navarre.
Enter the King, Longaville, Dumain, Biron, and
King. Fair Princess, welcome to the Court of Na
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 bare 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 forfworn.
King. Not for the world, fair Madam, by my will.
Prin. Why, Will shall break its will, and nothing else.
King. Your lady ship is ignorant what it is.
Prin. Were my Lord so, his ignorance were wise,
Where now his knowlege must prove ignorance.
I hear, your Grace hath sworn out houle-keeping:
'Tis deadly fin to keep that oach, my Lord;
And fin to break it.
But pardon me, I am too sudden bold:
To teach a teacher ill tereemeth 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 fooner, that I were away ;
For you'll prove perjur'd, 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 muit not be so quick.
Roj. 'Tis long of you, that spur me with such questions,
Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire.
Ref. Not 'till it leave the rider in the mire.
Biron. Wbat time o'day?
Rof. The hour, that fools should ask.
Biron. Now fair befal your maika
Rof. Fair fall the face it covers !
Biron. And send you many lovers ! ,
Rof. Amen, fo you be none !
Biron. Nav, then will I be gone.
King. Madam, yoаr 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 hupdred thousand crowns; and not demands, (7)
On payment of an 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,
And not demands
One payment of an hundred thousand Crowns,
To have bis Title kive in Aquitaine. ] The old Books concur in this Reading, and Mr. Pape has em. braced 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 Leiter, 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 (fays 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 Fart suppos'd; and Navarre declares, he had rather receive the Residue of his Debt, than detain the Province mortgag‘d fur Security of it.
Than Aquitain fo gelded as it is.
Dear Princess, were not his requests fo far
From reason's yielding, your fair self should make
A yielding 'gainst some reason in my breast;
well satisfied to France again. Prin. You do the King my father too much wrong, And wrong the reputation of your name, In so unseeming to confess receipt Of that, which hath so faithfully been paid.
Biron. Sick at the heart.
Rof. Alack, let it blood.
Biron, Would that do it good ?
Rof. My phyfick fays; ay.
Biron. Will you prick’t with your eye ?
Rof. Non, poynt, with my knife.
Biron. Now God save thy life!
Ros. And yours from long living !
Biron. I cannot say thanksgiving
Dum. Sir, I pray you a word: what lady is that fame?
Boyet. The heir of Allanfon, Rofaline her name.
Dun. A gallant lady; Monsieur, fare you well.
[Exit. Long. I beseech you, à word: 'what is she in white ? Boyet. A woman sometimes, if you saw her in the light. Long. Perchance, light in the light; I defire her name, Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire that,
were a shame.
Long. Pray you Sit, whose daughter ?
Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.
Long. God's blessing on your beard !
Boyet. Good Sir, be not offended.
She is an heir of Faxlconbridge.
Long. Nay, my choler is ended :
She is a moft sweet lady.
Boyet. Not unlike, Sir ; that may be. [Exit Long:
Biron. What's her name in the cap?
Boyet. Catharine, by good hap.
Biron. Is she wedded, or no?
Bayet. To her will, Sir, or so.
Biron. You are welcome, Sir: adieu !
Boyet. Farewel to me, Sir, and welcome to you.
[Èxit Biron, Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord ; Not a word with him but a jeft.
Boyet. And every jeft but 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 board.
Mar. Two hot Theeps, marry: