Act II. Scene I.The KING OF
NAVARRE'S Park. A Pavilion and Tents at
Enter the PRINCESS of France, ROSALINE,
MARIA, KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, and
Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dearest
Consider whom 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.
Prin. Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise:
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not utter'd 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 seemth 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,
Importunes personal conference with his Grace.
Haste, signify so much; while we attend,
Like humble-visag'd suitors, his high will.
Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go.
Prin, All pride is willing pride, and yours
is so. [Exit BOYET,
Who are the votaries, my loving lords,
That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke?
First Lord. Lord Longaville is one.
Prin. Know you the man?
Mar. I know him, madam; at a marriage
Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir
Of Jacques Falconbridge, solemnized
In Normandy, saw I this Longaville.
A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd;
Well fitted in the 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
It should none spare that come within his power.
Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't
Mar. They say so most that most his humours
Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they
Who are the rest?
Kath. The young Dumaine, a well-accom-
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 no wit.
I saw him at the Duke Alençon's once;
And much too little of that good I saw
Is my report to his great worthiness.
Ros. 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.
Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in
That every one her own hath garnished
With such bedecking ornaments of praise?
First Lord. Here comes Boyet.
Prin. Now, what admittance, lord?
Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair ap-
And he and his competitors in oath
Were all address'd to meet you, gentle lady,
Before I came. Marry, thus 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.
Here comes Navarre. [The Ladies mask.
Enter KING, LONGAVILLE, DUMAINE,
King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of
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 base to be mine.
King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my
Prin. I will be welcome, then: conduct me
King. Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an
Prin. Our Lady help my lord! he'll be for-
King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my
Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and no-
King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is.
Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were
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,
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 suddenly resolve me in my suit.
[Gives a paper.
King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.
Prin. You will the sooner that I were away,
For you'll prove perjur'd if you make me stay.
Ber. Did not I dance with yon in Brabant
Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant
Ber. I know you did.
Ros. How needless was it then
To ask the question!
Ber. You must not be so quick.
Ros. 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such
Ber. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast,
Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.
Ber. What time o' day?
Ros. The hour that fools should ask.
Ber. Now fair befall your mask!
Ros. Fair fall the face it covers!
Ber. And send you many lovers!
Ros. Amen, so you be none.
Ber. Nay, then I will be gone.
King. 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 unpaid
A hundred thousand more; in surety of the
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 demand to have repaid
A hundred thousand crowns; and not demands,
On 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
A yielding 'gainst some reason in my breast,
And go well satisfied to France again.
Prin. You do the king my father too much
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.
Prin. 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
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 honour, without breach of honour, may
Make tender of to thy true worthiness.
You may not come, fair princess, in my gates;
But here without you shall be so receiv'd,
As vou shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart,
Though so denied fair harbour in my house.
Your own good thoughts excuse me, and fare-
To-morrow shall we visit vou again.
Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort
King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every
place! [Exeunt KING and his Train.
Ber. Lady, I will commend you to mine own
Ros. Pray you, do my commendations; I
would be glad to see it.
Ber. I would you heard it groan.
Ros. Is the fool sick?
Ber. Sick at the heart.
Ros. Alack! let it blood.
Ber. Would that do it good?
Ros. My physic says, 'ay.'
Ber. Will you prick't with your eye?
Ros. No point, with my knife.
Ber. Now, God save thy life
Ros. And yours from long living!
Ber. I cannot stay thanksgiving. [Retiring.
Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: what lady is
Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Katharine her
Dum. A gallant lady. Monsieur, fare you
Long. I beseech you a word: what is she in
Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her
in the light.
Long. Perchance light in the light. I desire
Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire
that, were a shame.
Long. Pray you, sir, 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 Falconbridge.
Long. Nay, my choler is ended.
She is a most sweet lady.
Boyet. Not unlike, sir; that may be.
Ber. What's her name, in the cap?
Boyet. Rosaline, by good nap.
Ber. Is she wedded or no?
Boyet. To her will, sir, or so.
Ber. You are welcome, sir. Adieu.
Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to
you. [Exit BEROWNE.Ladies unmask.
Mar. That last is Berowne, the merry mad-
Not a word with him but a jest.
Boyet. And every jest but a word.
Prin. It was well done of you to take him at
Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was
Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry!
Boyet. And wherefore not ships?
No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips.
Mar. You sheep, and I pasture: shall that
finish the jest?
Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.
[Offering to kiss her.
Mar. Not so, gentle beast.
My lips are no common, though several they be.
Boyet. Belonging to whom?
Mar. To my fortunes and me.
Prin. Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles,
This civil war of wits were much better used
On Navarre and his book-men, for here 'tis
Boyet. If my observation,which very seldom
By the heart's still rhetoric disclosed with eyes,
Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.
Prin. With what?
Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle
Prin. Your reason.
Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their
To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire;
His heart, like an agate, with your print im-
Proud with his form, in his eye pride express'd:
His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,
Did stumble with haste in his eyesight 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
Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd.
His face's own margent did quote such amazes,
That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes.
I'll give you Aquitaine, and all that is his,
An' you give him for my sake but one loving
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 made a mouth of his eye,
By adding a tongue which I know will not lie.
Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and
Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather and learns
news of him.
Ros. Then was Venus like her mother, for
her father is but grim.
Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches?
Boyet. What, then, do you see?
Ros. Ay, our way to be gone.
Boyet. You are too hard for me.