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Let it serve for table-talk.

      — The Merchant of Venice, Act III Scene 5

Love's Labour's Lost

Act II

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Act II, Scene 1

The same.

       
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[Enter the PRINCESS of France, ROSALINE, MARIA,] [p]KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, and other Attendants]

  • Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dearest spirits: 485
    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, 490
    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
    When she did starve the general world beside 495
    And prodigally gave them all to you.
  • Princess of France. Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,
    Needs not the painted flourish of your praise:
    Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye,
    Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues: 500
    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,
    You are not ignorant, all-telling fame 505
    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, 510
    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,
    On serious business, craving quick dispatch, 515
    Importunes personal conference with his grace:
    Haste, signify so much; while we attend,
    Like humble-visaged suitors, his high will.
  • Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go.
  • Princess of France. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so. 520
    [Exit BOYET]
    Who are the votaries, my loving lords,
    That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke?
  • Maria. I know him, madam: at a marriage-feast,
    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; 530
    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; 535
    Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills
    It should none spare that come within his power.
  • Maria. They say so most that most his humours know.
  • 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, 545
    And shape to win grace though he had no wit.
    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 550
    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; 555
    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 560
    And younger hearings are quite ravished;
    So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
  • Princess of France. God bless my ladies! are they all in love,
    That every one her own hath garnished
    With such bedecking ornaments of praise? 565

[Re-enter BOYET]

  • Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach;
    And he and his competitors in oath 570
    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, 575
    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. 580
  • Princess of France. '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.
  • Ferdinand. Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath.
  • Ferdinand. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will.
  • Ferdinand. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. 590
  • Princess of France. 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. 595
    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. 600
  • Princess of France. 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. 605
  • 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, 'twill tire.
  • Rosaline. Not till it leave the rider in the mire. 610
  • 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! 615
  • 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 620
    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, 625
    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. 630
    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; 635
    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 640
    A yielding 'gainst some reason in my breast
    And go well satisfied to France again.
  • Princess of France. You do the king my father too much wrong
    And wrong the reputation of your name,
    In so unseeming to confess receipt 645
    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 of France. We arrest your word. 650
    Boyet, you can produce acquittances
    For such a sum from special officers
    Of Charles his father.
  • Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not come 655
    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 660
    As honour without breach of honour 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
    As you shall deem yourself lodged in my heart, 665
    Though so denied fair harbour in my house.
    Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell:
    To-morrow shall we visit you again.
  • Ferdinand. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place! 670

[Exit]

  • Biron. Lady, I will commend you to mine own heart.
  • Rosaline. Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it.
  • Biron. I would you heard it groan.
  • Biron. Sick at the heart.
  • Biron. Would that do it good?
  • Biron. Will you prick't with your eye? 680
  • Biron. Now, God save thy life!
  • 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? 690
  • 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.
  • Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard. 695
  • Boyet. Good sir, be not offended.
    She is an heir of Falconbridge.
  • Longaville. Nay, my choler is ended.
    She is a most sweet lady. 700
  • 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? 705
  • 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: 710
    Not a word with him but a jest.
  • Boyet. And every jest but a word.
  • Boyet. I was as willing to grapple as he was to board.
  • Maria. Two hot sheeps, marry. 715
  • 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?
  • 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 of France. Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree: 725
    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. 730
  • Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle affected.
  • Boyet. Why, all his behaviors did make their retire
    To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire: 735
    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, 740
    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: 745
    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.
  • Boyet. But to speak that in words which his eye hath
    disclosed.
    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. 755
  • 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?
  • Boyet. What then, do you see? 760
  • Boyet. You are too hard for me.

[Exeunt]

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