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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 ?
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 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 seem, he little purposeth For here he doth demand to have repaid An hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, (9)
And not demands
To bave bis title live in Aquitain.] 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 circumfance suppos’d by our poet. I have, by reforming the pointing,
On payment of an hundred thousand crowns,
King. I do protest, I never heard of it;
Prin. We arrest your word :
Ring. Satisfy me fo.
Boyet. So please your Grace, the packet is not come,
King. It shall fuffice me ; at which interview,
.and throwing out à fingle letter, restor'd, I believe the genuine sense of the partage. 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 (lays Navarre) he should rather pay the remaining moiety, and demand to have Aqui. tain 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.
As you thall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart,
Prin. Sweet health and fair desires confort your Grace!
Rofa. I pray you, do my commendations;
Biron. I would, you heard it groan.
were a shame. Long. Pray you, Sir, whose daughter?
(10) I have made it a rule throughout this edition, to replace all those passages, which Mr. Pope in his impressions thought fit to degrade. As we have no authority to call them in question for not being genuine; I confess, as an editor, I thought I had no authority to displace them. Tho', I must own freely at the same time, there are some scenes (particularly in this play ;) so very mean and contemptible, that one would heartily wish for the liberty of expunging them. Whether they were really written by our author, whether he penn'd them in his boyith age, or whether he purposely comply'd with the prevailing vice of the times, when Puns, Conundrum, and quibbling conceits were as much in vogue, as Grimace and Arlequinades are at this wisc period, I dare ot ta!
upon me to determine. Vol. II.
Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.
Boyet. Good Sir, be not offended.
Long. Nay, my choler is ended : She is a most sweet Lady.
Boyet. Not unlike, Sir; that may be. [Exit Long.
(Exit. Biron. Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad cap Lord; Not a word with him but a jest.
Boyet. And every jest but a word.
Boyet. And wherefore not thips?
Mar. You sheep, and I pasture; shall that finish the jest?
Mar. Not fo, gentle beast;
Boyet. Belonging to whom?
Prin. Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree.
Boyet. If my observation, (which very seldom lies) By the heart's still rhetorick, disclos'd with eyes, Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.
Prin. With what?
Boyet. Why, all his behaviour did make her retire To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire: His heart, like an agat with your print impreffed,
Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed:
quote *That all eyes saw his eyes inchanted with
gazes : I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his, An you give him for my fake but one loving kiss.
Prin. Come, to our pavilion : Boyet is dispos'd. Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his eye
hath disclos'd: I only have had a mouth of his eye, By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. Rofa. Thou art an old love-monger, and speakeft
skilfully. Mar. He is Gupid's grandfather, and learns news of him. Rofa. Then was Venus like her mother, for her father
is but grim.
fee? Rofa. Ay, our way to be gone. Boyet. You are too hard for me. (11) Exeunt.
(11) Boyet. You are too bard 'for me.] Here, in all the books, the 2d Act is made to end : but in my opinion very mistakenly. I have ventur'd to vary the regulation of the four last Acts from the printed copies, for theie reasons. Hitherto, the 2d Act has been of the extent of 7 pages; the 3d but of 5; and the fifth of no less than 29. And this disproportion of length has crouded too many incidents into fome Acts, and left the others quite barren. I have now reducej them into a much better equality; and distributed the business like. wise (such as it isy) into a more uniform caft. The plot now ! thus." In the first Act, Navarre and his companions sequefter themkelves, by oath, for three years from conversation, women, feasting, &c.