rapier. The first and second cause will not serve my turn; the paffado he refpects not, the duello he regards not his difgrace is to be called boy; but his glory is, to fubdue men. Adieu, valour! ruft, rapier! be still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Affift me fome extemporal god of rhime, for, I am fure, I fhall turn fonneteer. Devife wit; write pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. [Exit. ACT II. SCENE I. Another part of the fame. A Pavilion and Tents at a distance. Enter the Princess of FRANCE, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, BOYET, LORDS, and other Attendants, Bor. Now, madam, fummon up your dearest spirits: Confider who the king your father sends; To whom he fends; and what's his embaffy: Of all perfections that a man may owe, As nature was in making graces dear, When she did ftarve the general world befide, And prodigally gave them all to you. PRIN. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise; Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye, In fpending your wit in the praise of mine. To know his pleasure; and in that behalf, Tell him, the daughter of the king of France, [Exit. Bor. Proud of employment, willingly I go. PRIN. All pride is willing pride, and yours is fo.— Who are the votaries, my loving lords, That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke? 1. LORD. Longaville is one. PRIN. Know you the man? MAR. I know him, madam; at a marriage feast, In Normandy saw I this Longaville : A man of fovereign parts he is esteem'd; It should none spare that come within his power. KATH. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth, Of all that virtue love for virtue lov'd: Moft power to do most harm, least knowing ill; ROSA. Another of these students at that time So fweet and voluble is his difcourfe. PRIN. God bless my ladies! are they all in love; That every one her own hath garnished With fuch bedecking ornaments of praife? MAR. Here comes Boyet. Re-enter BoYET. PRIN. Now, what admittance, lord? BOYET. Navarre had notice of your fair approach; And he, and his competitors in oath, Were all addrefs'd to meet you, gentle lady, [The ladies mafk. Enter KING, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BIRON, and Attendants. KING. Fair princefs, welcome to the court of Navarre. 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 bafe to be mine. KING. You fhall be welcome, madam, to my court. PRIN. I will be welcome then; conduct me thither. KING. Hear me, dear lady; I have fworn 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 fhall break it; will, and nothing else. KING. Your ladyfhip is ignorant what it is. PRIN. Were my lord fo, his ignorance were wife, Where now his knowledge muft prove ignorance. I hear, your grace hath fworn-out houfe-keeping: 'Tis deadly fin to keep that oath, my lord, And fin to break it: But pardon me, I am too fudden-bold; To teach a teacher ill befeemeth me. Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, And fuddenly refolve me in my fuit. [Gives a paper. KING. Madam, I will, if fuddenly 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 needlefs was it then To ask the question! BIRON. You must not be fo quick. Ros. 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with fuch 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 fhould ask. BIRON. NOW fair befal your mask! KING. Madam, your father here doth intimate But say, that he, or we, (as neither have,) A hundred thousand more; in furety of the which, Although not valued to the money's worth. |