Dull. Come, Jaquenetta, away. [Exeunt DULL and JAQ. Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, ere thou be pardoned. Cost. Well, Sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a full stomach. Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished. Cost. I am more bound to you, than your fellows, for they are but lightly rewarded. Arm. Take away this villain; shut him up. Moth. Come, you transgressing slave; away. Cost. Let me not be pent up, Sir; I will fast, being loose. Moth. No, Sir; that were fast and loose: thou shalt to prison. Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation that I have seen, some shall see Moth. What shall some see ? Cost. Nay, nothing, master Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their words; and, therefore, I will say nothing: I thank God, I have as little patience as another man; and, therefore, I can be quiet. [Exeunt MOTH and COSTARD. Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is base, where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which is basest, doth tread. Í shall be forsworn (which is a great argument of falsehood), if I love: And how can that be true love, which is falsely attempted? Love is a familiar: love is a devil: there is no evil angel but love. Yet Samson was so tempted: and he had an excellent strength: yet was Solomon so seduced: and he had a very good wit. Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier. The first and second cause will not serve my turn; the passado he respects not, the duello he regards not: his disgrace is to be called boy; but his glory is, to subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust, rapier! be still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Assist me some extemporal god of rhyme, for, I am sure, I shall turn sonneteer. Devise wit; write pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. [Exit. ACT II. SCENE I-Another part of the same. 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: * Love † Arrow to shoot at butts with. + Best. Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem; Of all perfections that a man may owe, Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues: To know his pleasure; and in that behalf, Tell him the daughter of the king of France, 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, A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; *Confident in. [Exit. Prin. Such short-lived wits do wither as they grow. Who are the rest? Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth, Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill; Ros. Another of these students at that time, Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love; With such bedecking ornaments of praise? Mar. Here comes Boyet. Re-enter BOYET. Prin. Now, what admittance, lord? Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach; And he, and his competitors* in oath, Were all address'dt to meet you, gentle lady, Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt, (Like one that comes here to besiege his court), To let you enter his unpeopled house. [The Ladies mask. Enter KING, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BIRON, and Attendants. King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my court. * Confederates. VOL. I. † Prepared. 2 B Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold; King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. For you'll prove perjured, if you make me stay. [Gives a paper. Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? Ros. How needless was it then To ask the question! Biron. You must not be so quick. Ros. "Tis 'long of you that spur me with such questions. 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! 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, Although not valued to the money's worth. A hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, Which we much rather had depart withal, 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, Prin. You do the king my father too much wrong, In so unseeming to confess receipt Of that which hath so faithfully been paid. Prin. We arrest your word: Boyet, you can produce acquittances, King. Satisfy me so. Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not come, King. It shall suffice me: at which interview, Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand, Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace! [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 heart. Ros. Alack, let it blood. Biron. Would that do it good? Ros. My physic 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. Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word: What lady is that same? [Retiring. [Exit. shame. * Aye, yes. + Point, an emphatic French negation. |