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King.

A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast,
And go well satisfied to France again.
Prin. 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 Aquitain.
Prin.

We arrest your word:-
Boyet, you can produce acquittances,
For such a sum, from special officers
Of Charles his father.

Satisfy me so.
Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not

come, Where that and other specialities 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. Mean time, 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 received, As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart, Though so denied fair harbour in my house. Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell: To-morrow shall we visit you again.

Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your

grace! King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place!

[Exeunt King and his train. Biron. Lady, I will commend you to my own

heart. Ros. 'Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it.

Biron. I would, you heard it groan.
Ros. Is the fool sick?
Biron. Sick at the heart.
Ros. Alack, let it blood.
Biron. Would that do it good?
Ros. My physick says, I.
Biron. Will you prick’t with your eye?
Pos. No poynt, with my knife.
Biron. Now, God save thy life!
Ros. And yours from long living !
Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving. [Retiring.
Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: What lady is that

same?
Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rosalin her name.
Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you well.

[Exit. Long. I beseech you, a word; What is she in the

white? Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the

light. Long. Perchance, light in the light: I desire her

name.

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 '2!
· 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.

[Exit Long.
Biron. What's her name, in the cap?
Boyet. Katharine, by good hap.
Biron. Is she wedded, or no?
Boyet. To her will, sir, or so.
Biron. You are welcome, sir; adieu!
Boyet. Farewell 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. Boyet.

And every jest but a word. Prin. It was well done of you, to take liim at his

word. Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to

board. Mar. Too hot sheeps, marry! Boyet.

And wherefore not ships? No sheep, swect 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 "3.

Boyet. Belonging to whom?
Mar.

To my fortunes and me. Frin. Good wits will be jangling: but, gentles

agree: The civil war of wits were much better used On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abused.

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

Prin. With what?
Boyet. With that which we lovers intitle, affected.
Prin. Your reason?
Boyet. Why, all his behaviours 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 bis 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 quote such arrazes,
That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes:
I'll give you Aquitain, and all that is his,
An you give him for my sake 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 made a mouth of his eye, By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st

skilfully. 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? Mar.

No. Boyet.

What then, do you see? Ros. Ay, our way to be gone. Boyet.

You are too hard for me.

[Exeunt.

ACT III. SCENE I.

Another Part of the same.

Enter ARMADO and Moth. Arm. Warble, child; make passionate my sense of

hearing. Moth. Concolinel '4_

[Singing.

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