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Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,
Tell him, the daughter of the king of France,
Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.— 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, Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Jaques Faulconbridge solémnized, 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 wills It should none spare that come within his power.
Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike: is't so? Mar. They say so most, that most his humours know.
Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they grow.
Who are the rest?
Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth,
Of all that virtue love for virtue loy'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.
Rosa. Another of these students at that time
Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love;
That every one her own hath garnished
Mar. Here comes Boyet.
Now, what admittance, lord? Boy. 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
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 thi-
King. Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath.
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;
Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,
[Gives a paper.
Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
How needless was it then
To ask the question!
You must not be so quick. Rosa. 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such questions.
Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire.
Rosa. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.
Rosa. The hour that fools should ask.
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,)
Prin. You do the king my father too much wrong,
And wrong the reputation of your name,
In so unseeming to confess receipt