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Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir
Of Jaques Falconbridge, solemnized
In Normandy, saw I this Longaville.
A man of sovereign parts he is esteemed;
Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms;
Nothing becomes him ilī, 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
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 humors know.

Prin. Such short-lived wits do wither as they grow. Who are the rest ?

Kath. 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.
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,
Birón 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 love,
That every one her own hath garnished
With such bedecking ornaments of praise ?

Mar. Here comes Boyet.

Re-enter BOYET.


Now, what admittance, lord ? Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach ; And he, and his competitors' in oath, Were all addressed 2 to meet you, gentle lady, Before I came. Marry, thus much have I 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

Attendants. King. Fair princess, - welcome to the court of

Navarre. 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 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 vise, , Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. I hear your grace has sworn-out house-keeping. 'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my word, And sin to break it. But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold; To teach a teacher ill bescemeth me.

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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 perjured, if you make me stay.

Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
Biron. know you did.

How needless was it then
To ask the question !

You must not be so quick.
Ros. 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such

Biron. Your wit's too hot; it speeds too fast; 'twill

Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.
Biron. What time o' day?
Ros. The hour that fools should ask.
Biron. Now fair befall your mask!
Ros. Fair fall the face it covers !
Biron. And send you many lovers !
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,)
Received that sum; yet there remains unpaid
A hundred thousand more ; in surety of the which,
One part of Aquitain 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 Aquitain,
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 Aquitain ;
Which we much rather had depart' withal,
And have the money by our father lent,
Than Aquitain so gelded as it is.
Dear princess, were not his requests so far
From reason's yielding, your fair self should make
A yielding 'gainst some reason, in my breast,


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.

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 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.
Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand,
As honor, without breach of honor, 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,

shall deem yourself lodged in my heart,
Though so denied fair harbor 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 you.

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

[Exeunt King and his Train

1 To depart and to part were anciently synonymous.

heard it groan.

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
Ros. Is the fool sick ?
Biron. Sick at the heart.
Ros. Alack, let it blood.
Biron. Would that do it good ?
Ros. My Physic says, I."
Biron. Will your prick’t with your eye?
Ros. No point, with my

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.


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


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.

be. [Exit Long.

1 The old spelling of the affirmative particle ay is here retained for the sake of the rhyme.

2 Point, in French, is an adverb of negation, but, if properly spoken, 18 not sounded like the English word. A quibble was, however, intended. VOL. II.


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