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- {Enter the PRINCESS of France with her Ladies KATHARINE, MARIA and ROSALINE, accompanied by Lords BOYET and MARCADE.}
- BOYET. Now madam summon up your dearest spirits,
- Consider who the King your father sends:
- To whom he sends, and what’s his Embassy.
- Yourself, held precious in the world’s esteem,
- To parley with the sole inheritor
- Of all perfections that a man may owe,
- Matchless Navarre, the plea of no less weight,
- Than Aquitaine 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.
- PRINCESS. Good Lord Boyet, my beauty though but mean,
- Needs not the painted flourish of your praise:
- Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
- Not uttered by base sale of chapmen’s tongues:
- I am less proud to hear you tell my worth,
- Than you much willing to be counted wise,
- In spending your Wit in the praise of mine.
- But now to task the tasker, good Boyet,
- You 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 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 solicitor:
- Tell him, the Daughter of the King of France
- On serious business craving quick dispatch,
- Importuous personal conference with his grace.
- Haste, signify so much while we attend,
- Like humble visage Suitors his high will.
- BOYET. Proud of employment, willingly I go.
- {Exit BOYET.}
- PRINCESS. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so:
- Who are the Votaries my loving Lord, that are vow-fellows with this virtuous Duke?
- MARCADE. Longaville is one.
- PRINCESS. Know you the man?
- MARIA. I know him Madam at a marriage feast,
- Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heiress
- Of Jaques Falconbridge solemnized.
- In Normandy saw I this Longaville,
- A man of sovereign peerlessness he is esteem’d:
- Well fitted in 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.
- PRINCESS. Some merry mocking Lord belike, is it so?
- MARIA. They say so most, that most his humors know.
- PRINCESS. Such short-lived wits do wither as they grow.
- Who are the rest?
- KATHARINE. The young Dumaine, a well accomplish’d youth,
- Of all that Virtue love, for Virtue loved.
- 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 no wit.
- I saw him at the Duke Alanso’s once,
- And much too little of that good I saw,
- Is my report to his great worthiness.
- ROSALINE. Another of these Students at that time,
- Was there with him, if I have heard a truth.
- Berowne 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,
- 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.
- PRINCESS. God bless my Ladies, are they all in love?
- That every one her own hath garnished,
- With such bedecking ornaments of praise.
- MARCADE. Here comes Boyet.
- {Enter BOYET.}
- PRINCESS. 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 this 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 unpeeled house.
- {Enter KING, LONGAVILLE, DUMAINE, and BEROWNE}
- BOYET. Here comes Navarre.
- KING. Fair Princess, Welcome to the court of Navarre.
- PRINCESS. 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 Court.
- PRINCESS. I will be welcome then, Conduct me thither.
- KING. Hear me dear Lady, I have sworn an oath,—
- PRINCESS. Our Lady help my Lord, he’ll be forsworn.
- KING. Not for the world fair Madam, by my will.
- PRINCESS. Why, will shall break at will, and nothing else.
- KING. Your Ladyship is ignorant what it is.
- PRINCESS. 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 so dainly resolve me in my suit.
- KING. Madam I will, if so deignly I may.
- PRINCESS. You will the sooner that I were away,
- For you’ll prove perjured if you make me stay.
- {KING reads letter silently.}
- BEROWNE. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
- KATHARINE. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
- BEROWNE. I know you did.
- KATHARINE. How needless was it then to ask the question?
- BEROWNE. You must not be so quick.
- KATHARINE. Tis long of you that spur me with such questions.
- BEROWNE. Your wit’s too hot, it speeds too fast, ‘twill tire.
- KATHARINE. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.
- BEROWNE. What time a day?
- KATHARINE. The hour that fools should ask.
- BEROWNE. Now fair befall your mask.
- KATHARINE. Fair fall the face it covers.
- BEROWNE. And send you many lovers.
- KATHARINE. Amen, so you be none.
- BEROWNE. Nay then will I be gone.
- KING. Madam, your father here doth intimate,
- The payment of a hundred thousand Crowns,
- Being but the one half of, 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 unpaid
- A hundred thousand more, in surety of the which,
- One part of Aquitaine is bound to us,
- Although not valued to the money’s worth.
- If then the King your father will restore,
- But that one half which is unsatisfied,
- We will give up our right in Aquitaine,
- And hold fair friendship with his Majesty,
- But that it seems he little purposeth:
- For here he doth permaund to have repaid,
- A hundred thousand Crowns, and not demands
- One payment of a hundred thousand Crowns,
- To have his title live in Aquitaine.
- Which we much rather had depart withal,
- And have the money by our father lent,
- Than Aquitaine, 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 satisfied to France again.
- PRINCESS. 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.
- KING. I do protest I never heard of it:
- And if you prove it, I’ll repay it back,
- Or yield up Aquitaine.
- PRINCESS. We arrest your word.
- Boyet you can produce acquittances,
- For such a sum from special officers,
- Of Charles his father.
- KING. Satisfy me so.
- BOYET. 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.
- KING. It shall suffice me; at which interview,
- All liberal reason I will yield unto.
- Meantime receive such welcome at my hand,
- As honor (without breech of honor) may,
- Make tender of to thy true worthiness.
- You may not come (fair princess) within my gates,
- But here without you shall be so receiv’d,
- As you shall deem yourself lodg’d in my heart.
- Though so denied fair harbor in my house,
- Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell.
- To-morrow shall we visit you again.
- PRINCESS. Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace.
- KING. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place.
- {Exit KING, DUMAINE, and LONGAVILLE.}
- BEROWNE. Lady I will commend you to mine own heart.
- ROSALINE. Pray you, do my commendations, I would be glad to see it.
- BEROWNE. I would you heard it groan.
- ROSALINE. Is the fool sick.
- BEROWNE. Sick at the heart.
- ROSALINE. Alack, let it blood.
- BEROWNE. Would that do it good?
- ROSALINE. My Physic says aye.
- BEROWNE. Will you prick’t with your eye.
- ROSALINE. No point, with my knife.
- BEROWNE. Now God save thy life.
- ROSALINE. And yours from long living.
- BEROWNE. I cannot stay thanks-giving.
- {Exit BEROWNE. Enter DUMAINE.}
- DUMAINE. Sir, I pray you a word, What lady is that same?
- BOYET. The heir of Alanson, Rosaline her name.
- DUMAINE. A gallant Lady Monsieur, fare you well.
- {Exit DUMAINE. Enter LONGAVILLE.}
- LONGAVILLE. I beseech you a word, What is she in the white?
- BOYET. A woman sometimes, and you saw her in the light.
- LONGAVILLE. Perchance light in the light. I desire her name?
- BOYET. She hath but one for herself, to desire that were a shame.
- LONGAVILLE. Pray you sir, Whose daughter?
- BOYET. Her Mother’s, I have heard.
- LONGAVILLE. God’s blessing on your beard.
- BOYET. Good sir be not offended, She is an heir of Falconbridge.
- LONGAVILLE. Nay my choler is ended. She is a most sweet Lady.
- BOYET. Not unlike sir, that may be.
- {Exit LONGAVILLE. Enter BEROWNE.}
- BEROWNE. What’s her name in the cap?
- BOYET. Katharine by good hap.
- BEROWNE. Is she wedded or no?
- BOYET. To her will sir, or so.
- BEROWNE. You are welcome sir, adieu.
- BOYET. Farewell to me sir, and welcome to you.
- {Exit BEROWNE.}
- MARIA. That last is Berowne, the merry madcap Lord.
- Not a word with him but a jest.
- BOYET. And every jest but a word.
- PRINCESS. It was well done of you to take him at his word.
- BOYET. I was as willing to grapple as he was to board.
- KATHARINE. Two hot Sheeps marry.
- BOYET. And wherefore not Ships?
- No Sheep (sweet Lamb) unless we feed on your lips.
- KATHARINE. You Sheep and I pasture: shall that finish the jest?
- BOYET. So you grant pasture for me.
- KATHARINE. Not so gentle beast.
- My lips are no Common, though several they be.
- BOYET. Belonging to whom?
- MARIA. To my fortunes and me.
- PRINCESS. 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.
- BOYET. If my observation (which very seldom lies)
- By the heart’s still rhetoric, disclosed with eyes.
- Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.
- PRINCESS. With what?
- BOYET. With that which we Lovers entitle Affected.
- PRINCESS. Your reason.
- BOYET. Why all his behaviors did make their retire,
- To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire.
- His heart like an Agate 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 in his eye,
- As jewels in Crystal for some Prince to buy.
- Who tend’ring their own worth from where they were glass’d,
- Did point you to buy them along as you pass’d.
- His face’s own margent did coat such amazes,
- That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes.
- I’ll give you Aquitaine, and all that is his,
- And you give him for my sake but one loving kiss.
- PRINCESS. Come, to our Pavillion, Boyet is disposed.
- BOYET. 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 lie.
- MARIA. Thou art an old Love-monger, and speakest skillfully.
- KATHARINE. He is Cupid’s Grandfather, and learns news of him.
- ROSALINE. Then was Venus like her Mother, for her father is but grim.
- BOYET. Do you hear my mad Wenches?
- MARIA. No.
- BOYET. What then, do you see?
- MARIA. I, our way to be gone.
- BOYET. You are too hard for me.
- {Exeunt omnes.}
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