ACT II SCENE I | The Park. A Pavilion and Tents at a Distance. | |
| Enter the PRINCESS OF FRANCE, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, and other Attendants. | |
BOYET | Now, madam, summon up your dearest spirits. | |
| Consider who 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 | 10 |
| When she did starve the general world beside | |
| And prodigally gave them all to you. | |
PRINCESS | Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, | |
| Needs not the painted flourish of your praise: |
| Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye,
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| 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, | 20 |
| You are not ignorant, all-telling fame | |
| Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow, | |
| Till painful study shall outwear three years, | |
| No woman may approach his silent court. |
| Therefore to's seemeth 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, | 30 |
| 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. | |
PRINCESS | 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. |
PRINCESS | Know you the man? | |
MARIA | I know him, madam: at a marriage-feast, | 40 |
| Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir | |
| Of Jaques Falconbridge, solemnized | |
| In Normandy, saw I this Longaville: |
| A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; | |
| Well fitted in 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 matched with too blunt a will; | |
| Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills | 50 |
| It should none spare that come within his power. | |
PRINCESS | Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so? | |
MARIA | They say so most that most his humours know. |
PRINCESS | Such short-lived wits do wither as they grow. | |
| Who are the rest? | |
KATHARINE | The young Dumain, a well-accomplished youth, | |
| Of all that virtue love for virtue loved: | |
| 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. | 60 |
| I saw him at the Duke Alencon's once; | |
| And much too little of that good I saw | |
| Is my report to his great worthiness. |
ROSALINE | Another of these students at that time | |
| Was there with him, if I have heard a truth. | |
| Biron 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 | 70 |
| 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. | |
PRINCESS | God bless my ladies! are they all in love, | |
| That every one her own hath garnished |
| With such bedecking ornaments of praise? | |
First Lord | Here comes Boyet. | |
| Re-enter BOYET. | |
PRINCESS | Now, what admittance, lord? | 80 |
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. | |
| Enter FERDINAND, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BIRON, and Attendants. | |
FERDINAND | Fair princess, welcome to the court of Navarre. | 90 |
PRINCESS | 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. | |
FERDINAND | You shall be welcome, madam, to my court. | |
PRINCESS | I will be welcome, then: conduct me thither. | |
FERDINAND | Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath. | |
PRINCESS | Our Lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn. |
FERDINAND | Not for the world, fair madam, by my will. | |
PRINCESS | Why, will shall break it; will and nothing else. | |
FERDINAND | Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. | 100 |
PRINCESS | 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: | |
| To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me. |
| Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, | |
| And suddenly resolve me in my suit. | |
FERDINAND | Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. | 110 |
PRINCESS | You will the sooner, that I were away; | |
| For you'll prove perjured if you make me stay. |
BIRON | Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? | |
ROSALINE | Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? | |
BIRON | I know you did. | |
ROSALINE | How needless was it then to ask the question! | |
BIRON | You must not be so quick. |
ROSALINE | 'Tis long of you that spur me with such questions. | |
BIRON | Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 't will tire. | |
ROSALINE | Not till it leave the rider in the mire. | 120 |
BIRON | What time o' day? | |
ROSALINE | The hour that fools should ask. |
BIRON | Now fair befall your mask! | |
ROSALINE | Fair fall the face it covers! | |
BIRON | And send you many lovers! | |
ROSALINE | Amen, so you be none. | |
BIRON | Nay, then will I be gone. |
FERDINAND | Madam, your father here doth intimate | |
| The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; | |
| Being but the one half of an entire sum | 130 |
| Disbursed by my father in his wars. | |
| But say that he or we, as neither have, |
| Received that sum, yet there remains unpaid | |
| A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which, | |
| 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. | 140 |
| 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 make | 150 |
| A yielding 'gainst some reason in my breast, | |
| And go well satisfied to France again. |
PRINCESS | 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. | |
FERDINAND | I do protest I never heard of it; |
| And if you prove it, I'll repay it back | |
| Or yield up Aquitaine. | |
PRINCESS | We arrest your word. -- | |
| Boyet, you can produce acquittances | 160 |
| For such a sum from special officers |
| Of Charles his father. | |
FERDINAND | Satisfy me so. | |
BOYET | So please your grace, the packet is not come | |
| Where that and other specialties are bound: | |
| To-morrow you shall have a sight of them. |
FERDINAND | 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: | 170 |
| You may not come, fair princess, in my gates; | |
| But here without you shall be so received | |
| As you shall deem yourself lodged 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. | |
PRINCESS | Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace! | |
FERDINAND | Thy own wish wish I thee in every place! | |
| Exit | |
BIRON | Lady, I will commend you to mine own heart. | |
ROSALINE | Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it. | 181 |
BIRON | I would you heard it groan. | |
ROSALINE | Is the fool sick? | |
BIRON | Sick at the heart. | |
ROSALINE | Alack, let it blood. | |
BIRON | Would that do it good? |
ROSALINE | My physic says 'ay.' | |
BIRON | Will you prick't with your eye? | |
ROSALINE | No point, with my knife. | |
BIRON | Now, God save thy life! | 190 |
ROSALINE | And yours from long living! |
BIRON | I cannot stay thanksgiving. | |
| [Retiring] | |
DUMAIN | Sir, I pray you, a word: what lady is that same? | |
BOYET | The heir of Alencon, Katharine her name. | |
DUMAIN | A gallant lady. Monsieur, fare you well. | |
| Exit | |
LONGAVILLE | I beseech you a word: what is she in the white? |
BOYET | A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the light. | |
LONGAVILLE | Perchance light in the light. I desire her name. | |
BOYET | She hath but one for herself; to desire that were a shame. | |
LONGAVILLE | Pray you, sir, whose daughter? | 200 |
BOYET | Her mother's, I have heard. |
LONGAVILLE | God's blessing on your beard! | |
BOYET | Good sir, be not offended. | |
| She is an heir of Falconbridge. | |
LONGAVILLE | Nay, my choler is ended. | |
| She is a most sweet lady. |
BOYET | Not unlike, sir, that may be. | |
| Exit LONGAVILLE | |
BIRON | What's her name in the cap? | |
BOYET | Rosaline, by good hap. | |
BIRON | Is she wedded or no? | 210 |
BOYET | To her will, sir, or so. |
BIRON | You are welcome, sir: adieu. | |
BOYET | Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you. | |
| Exit BIRON. | |
MARIA | That last is Biron, the merry madcap lord: | |
| Not a word with him but a jest. | |
BOYET | And every jest but a word. |
PRINCESS | It was well done of you to take him at his word. | |
BOYET | I was as willing to grapple as he was to board. | |
MARIA | Two hot sheeps, marry. | |
BOYET | And wherefore not ships? | |
| No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. |
MARIA | You sheep, and I pasture: shall that finish the jest? | 220 |
BOYET | So you grant pasture for me. | |
| [ Offering to kiss her. ] | |
MARIA | Not so, gentle beast: | |
| My lips are no common, though several they be. | |
BOYET | Belonging to whom? |
MARIA | To my fortunes and me. | |
PRINCESS | Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree: | |
| This 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 rhetoric disclosed with eyes, | |
| Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected. | |
PRINCESS | With what? | 230 |
BOYET | With that which we lovers entitle affected. | |
PRINCESS | Your reason? |
BOYET | Why, all his behaviors did make their retire | |
| To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire: | |
| His heart, like an agate, with your print impress'd, | |
| 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, tendering 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 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 kiss. | |
PRINCESS | Come to our pavilion: Boyet is disposed. | |
BOYET | But to speak that in words which his eye hath | |
| disclosed. | 250 |
| I only have made a mouth of his eye, |
| By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. | |
ROSALINE | Thou art an old love-monger and speakest skilfully. | |
MARIA | He is Cupid's grandfather and learns news of him. | |
ROSALINE | Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is but grim. | |
BOYET | Do you hear, my mad wenches? |
MARIA | No. | |
BOYET | What then, do you see? | |
ROSALINE | Ay, our way to be gone. | |
BOYET | You are too hard for me. | |
| Exeunt | |