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,) One part of Aquitain is bound to us, To have his title live in Aquitain; Which we much rather had depart withal,. Than Aquitain so gelded as it is. Dear Princess, were not his requests so far A yielding, 'gainst some reason, in my breast, 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. And, if you prove it, I'll repay it back, Prin. We arrest your word: Boyet, you can produce acquittances, King. Satisfy me so. Boyet. So please your Grace, the packet is not come, Where that and other specialties are bound; King. It shall suffice me: at which interview, All liberal reason I will yield unto. Mean me, receive such welcome at my hand, Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your Grace! King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place! [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 the heart. Ros. Alack, let it blood. Biron. Would that do it good? Ros. My physick 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! [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. [Exit. 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 name. Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire that, were a shame. Long. Pray you, Sir, whose daughter? Long. God's blessing on your beard! She is an heir of Falconbridge. Bojet. Not unlike, Sir; that may be. [Exit LONG. Biron. What's her name, in the cap? Biron. Is she wedded, or no? Boyet. To her will, Sir, or so. Biron. You are welcome, Sir; adieu! Boyet. Farewell to me, Sir, and welcome to [Exit BIRON. Ladies unmask. you. Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad cap lord; Not a word with him but a jest. Boyet. And every jest but a word. Prin. It was well done of you, to take him at his word. Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to board. Mar. Too hot sheeps, marry Boyet. And wherefore not ships? No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your My lips are no common, though several they be. Boyet. Belonging to whom? Mar. To my fortunes and me. Prin. Good wits will be jangling: but, gentles, agree: The civil war of wits were much better used abused. lies,) for here 'tis Boyet. If my observation, (which very seldom By the heart's still rhetorick, disclosed with eyes, Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected. Prin. With what; Boyet. With that which we lovers intitle, affected. Prin. Your reason? Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their retire To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire: His heart, like an agate, with your print impressed, Methought, all his senses were lock'd in his eye, 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 Aquitain, and all that is his, An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. Prin. Come, to our pavilion! Boyet is dispos'd · Boyet. But to speak that in words, which his eye hath disclos'd: I only have made a mouth of his eye, By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. Ros. Thou art an old love - monger, and speak'st skilfully. Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of him. Ros. Then was Venus like her mother; for her father is but grim. Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches. Mar. No. Boyet. What then, do you see? [Exeunt. |