And much too little of that good I saw, Ros. Another of these students at that time Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love; That every one her own hath garnished With such bedecking ornaments of praise? Prin. Re-enter Boyet. 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, 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 unpeopled house. Here comes Navarre. [The ladies mask. Enter King, Longaville, Dumain, Biron, and at tendants. King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of Na varre. Prin. Fair, I give you back again; and, welcome I have not yet: the roof of this court is too high to * Confederates. + Prepared be yours; and welcome to the wild fields too base to be mine. King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my court. Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me thither. King. Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath. Prin. Our lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn. King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will. Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing else. King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. * Prin. 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, And sin to break it: But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold; [Gives a paper. Ros. To ask the question! How needless was it then You must not be so quick. Ros. "Tis 'long of you that spur me with such questions. Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire. Ros. Not till it leaves the rider in the mire. Biron. What time o' day? Ros. The hour that fools should ask. * Whereas. Ros. Amen, so you be none. Biron. 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 an entire sum, Disbursed by my father in his wars. But say, that he, or we (as neither have,)" Which we much rather had depart* withal, Dear princess, were not his requests so far Prin. You do the king my father too much wrong, Prin. King. Satisfy me so. * Part. Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not come, Where that and other specialties are bound; King. It shall suffice me: at which interview, All liberal reason I will yield unto. Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand, 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? Ros. 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, Rosaline her name. Dum. A gallant lady! Monsieur, fare you well. [Exit. * Aye, yes. A French particle of negation. 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. Not unlike, sir; that may be. [Exit Long. 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. word. Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to board. 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. Mar. [Offering to kiss her. Not so, gentle beast; My lips are no common, though several* they be. Boyet. Belonging to whom? * A quibble, several signified unenclosed lands. |