Boy.
Now, madam, summon up your dearest spirits:
Consider who the ^note king your father sends;
To whom he sends; and what's his embassy:
Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem;
To parly with the sole inheritor
Of all perfections that a man may owe,
Matchless Navarre; the plea of no less weight
Than Aquitain, a dowry for a queen.
Be now as prodigal of all dear grace,
As nature was in making graces dear,

When she did starve the general world beside,
And prodigally gave them all to you.

Pri.
Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but ^note mean,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise;
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not utter'd by base sale ^note of chapmen's tongues:
I am less proud to hear you tell my worth,
Than you much willing to be counted wise
In spending thus ^note your wit in praise of mine.
But now to task the tasker,—Good Boyet,
You ^note are not ignorant, all-telling fame
Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,
'Till painful study shall out-wear three years,
No woman may approach his silent court:
Therefore to us seemeth ^note it a needful course,
Before we enter his forbidden gates,
To know his pleasure; and, in that behalf,
Bold of your worthiness, we single you,
As our best-moving fair sollicitor:
Tell him, the daughter of the king of France,
On serious business, craving quick dispatch,
Impórtunes ^note personal conference with his grace.
Haste, signify so much; while we attend,
Like humble-visag'd ^note suitors, his high will.

Boy.
Proud of employment, willingly I go. [Exit Boyet.

Pri.
All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.—
Who are the votaries, my loving lords,
That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke?

1 L.
Lord Longaville is one.

Pri.
Know you the man?

Mar.
I know ^note him,14Q0192 madam; at a marriage feast,

Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir
Of Jaques Faulconbridge solémnized,
In Normandy saw I this Longaville:
A man of sovereign parts he ^note is esteem'd;
Well fitted in the ^note 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.

Pri.
Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so?

Mar.
They say so most, that most his humours know.

Pri.
Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they grow.
Who are the rest?

Cat.
The young Dumain, ^note a well-accomplish'd youth,
Of all that virtue love for virtue lov'd:
Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill;
For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,
And shape to win grace though he had ^note no wit:
I saw him at the duke Alenson's once;
And much too little, of that good I saw,
Is my report to his great worthiness.

Ros.
Another of these students ^note at that time
Was there with him, if I ^note have heard a truth;
Biron they call him; but a merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal:
His eye begets occasion for his wit; ^note
For every object that the one doth catch,
The other turns to a mirth-moving jest;
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 ravished;
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

Pri.
God bless my ladies! are they all in love;
That every one her own hath garnished
With such bedecking ornaments of praise?

1 L.
Here ^note comes Boyet. Re-enter Boyet.

Pri.
Now, what admittance, lord?

Boy.
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 ^note 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 unpeopl'd ^note house.
Here ^note comes Navarre. [Ladies mask. Enter King, attended; Dumain, Biron, Longaville, and Others.

Kin.
Fair princess, welcome to the court of Navarre.

Pri.

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.

Kin.
You shall be welcome, madam, to my court.

Pri.
I will be welcome then; conduct me thither.

Kin.
Hear me, dear lady,—I have sworn an oath.

Pri.
Our lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn.

Kin.
Not for the world, fair madam, by my will.

Pri.
Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing else.

Kin.
Your ladyship is ignorant what it is.

Pri.
Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise;
Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance.
I hear your grace hath sworn-out house-keeping:
'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord;
Not sin ^note to break it:
But pardon me, I am too sudden bold;
To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.
Vouchsafe to read the &dagger2; purpose of my coming,
And suddenly resolve me in my suit.

Kin.
Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.

Pri.
You will the sooner, that I were away;
For you'll prove perjur'd, if you make me stay.

Bir.
Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?14Q0193

Cat.
Did ^note not I dance with you in Brabant once?

Bir.
I know, you did.

Cat.
How needless was it then
To ask the question!

Bir.
You must not be so quick.

Cat.
'Tis long of you, that spur me with such questions.

Bir.
Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire.

Cat.
Not 'till it leave the rider in the mire.

Bir.
What time o' day?

Cat.
The hour that fools should ask.

Bir.
Now fair befall your mask!

Cat.
Fair fall the face it covers!

Bir.
And send you many lovers!

Cat.
Amen; so you be none.

Bir.
Nay, then will I be gone.

Kin.
Madam, your father here † doth intimate
The payment of a hundred thousand crowns;
Being but the one half of an entire sum,

Disbursed by my father in his wars.
But say that he, or we, (as neither have)
Receiv'd that sum; yet there remains unpay'd
A hundred thousand more; in surety of which ^note,
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, ^note
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 ^note, to have repay'd ^note
An hundred ^note thousand crowns; and not demands,
On payment ^note of a hundred ^note thousand crowns,
To have his title live in Aquitain;
Which we much rather had depart withal,
And have the money by our father ^note lent,
Than Aquitain so gelded as it is.
Dear princess, were not his requests so far
From reason's yielding, your fair self should make
A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast,
And go well satisfy'd to France again.

Pri.
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 pay'd.

Kin.
I do protest, I never heard of it;
And, if you prove it, I'll repay it back,
Or yield up Aquitain.

Pri.
We arrest your word:—
Boyet, you can produce acquittances,
For such a sum, from special officers

Of Charles his father.

Kin.
Satisfy me so.

Boy.
So please your grace, the packet is not come,
Where that and other specialties are bound;
To-morrow you shall have a sight of them.

Kin.
It shall suffice me; at which interview,
All liberal reason I will ^note yield unto.
Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand,
As honour, without breach of honour, may ^note,
Make tender of to thy true worthiness:
You may not come, fair princess, in my ^note gates;
But here without you shall be so receiv'd,
As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart,
Though so deny'd fair harbour ^note in my house.
Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewel.
To-morrow shall we ^note visit you again.

Pri.
Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace!

Kin.
Thy own wish wish I thee in every place! [Exeunt King, and his Train.

Bir.
Lady, I will commend you to my heart ^note.14Q0194

Ros.
Now, pray you, do my commendations;
I would be glad to see it.

Bir.
I would, you heard it groan.

Ros.
Is the fool ^note sick?

Bir.
Sick at the heart.

Ros.
Alack, let it blood.

Bir.
Would that do it good?

Ros.
My physick says, I.

Bir.
Will you prick 't with your eye?

Ros.
No, poynt, with my knife.

Bir.
Now, God save thy life!

Ros.
And yours from long living!

Bir.
I cannot stay, thanks- ^notegiving. [retiring.

Dum.
Sir, I pray you, a word; What lady is that same?

Boy.
The heir of Alenson, Rosaline her name.

Dum.
A gallant lady!—Monsieur, fare you well. [Exit Dumain.

Lon.
I beseech you, a word; What is she in the white?

Boy.
A woman sometimes ^note, an you ^note saw her in the light.

Lon.
Perchance, light in the light: I desire her name.

Boy.
She hath but one for herself; to desire that, were a shame.

Lon.
Pray you, sir, whose daughter?

Boy.
Her mother's, I have heard.

Lon.
God's blessing on your ^note beard.

Boy.
Good sir, be not offended:
She is ^note an heir of Faulconbridge.

Lon.
Nay, my choler is ended.
She is ^note a most sweet lady.

Boy.
Not unlike, sir; that may be. [Exit Longaville.

Bir.
What's her name in the cap?

Boy.
Catherine, by good hap.

Bir.
Is she wedded, or no?

Boy.
To her will, sir, or so.

Bir.
You ^note are welcome, sir; adieu.

Boy.
Farewel to me, sir, and welcome to you. [Exit Biron. Ladies unmask.

Mar.
That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord;
Not a word with him but a jest.

Boy.
And every jest but a word.

Pri.
It was well done of you, to take him at his word.

Boy.
I was as willing to grapple, as he was to board.

Cat.
Two ^note hot sheeps, marry!

Boy.
And wherefore not ships?
No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips.

Cat.
You sheep, and I pasture; Shall that finish the jest?

Boy.
So you grant pasture for me. [offering to kiss her.

Cat.
Not so, gentle beast;
My lips are no common, though several ^note they be.

Boy.
Belonging to whom?

Cat.
To my fortunes and me.

Pri.
Good wits will be jangling: but, gentles, agree:
This civil war of wits were much better used
On Navarre and his bookmen; for here 'tis abused.

Boy.
If my observation, (which very seldom lyes)
By the heart's still rhetorick, disclosed with eyes,
Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.

Pri.
With what?

Boy.
With that which we lovers intitle, affected.

Pri.
Your reason?

Boy.
Why, all his behaviours did make ^note their retire ^note
To the court of his eye, peeping thorough ^note desire:
His heart, like an agat, with your print impressed,
Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed;
His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,
Did stumble with haste in his eye-sight to be;
All senses to that sense did make their repair,
To feel only looking on fairest of fair:
Methought, all his senses were lock'd ^note in his eye,
Like jewels in chrystal for some prince to buy;
Who, tendring their own worth from where they ^note were glass'd,
Did point you to ^note buy them along as you pass'd.
His face's own margent did quote ^note such amazes,
That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes:
I'll give you Aquitain, and ^note all that is his,

An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss.

Pri.
Come, to our pavilion: Boyet is dispos'd—

Boy.
But to speak that in words, which his eye hath disclos'd:
I only have made a mouth of his eye,
By adding a tongue which I know will not lye.

Mar.
Thou'rt an old love-monger, and speak'st skilfully.

Cat.
He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of him.

Ros.
Then was Venus like her mother; for her father is but grim.

Boy.
Do you hear, my mad wenches?

Lad.
No.

Boy.
What then, do you see?

Lad.
Ay, our way to be gone.

Boy.
You are too hard for me. [Exeunt.

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