Coft. Let me not be pent up, Sir, I will be fast being loose. Moth. No, Sir, that were fast and loofe; thou shalt to prifon. Coft. Well, if ever I do fee the merry days of defolation that I have seen, fome fhall fee---- Moth. What shall some fee? Coft. Nay nothing, master Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be filent 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. [Ex. Moth with Coftard. 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. I fhall be forfworn, which is a great argument of falfhood, if I love. And how can that be true love, which is falfly attempted? love is a familiar, love is a devil; there is no evil angel but love, yet Sampson was fo tempted, and he had an excellent strength; yet was Solomon so seduced, and he had a very good wit. Cupid's but-fhaft is too hard for Hercules' club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier; the first and fecond cause will not ferve my turn; the Palado he refpects not, the Duello he regards not; his difgrace is to be call'd boy; but his glory is to fubdue men. Adieu valour, rust rapier, be ftill drum, for your manager is in love; yea, heloveth. Affist me some extemporal God of rhime, for I am fure I fhall turn fonnet. Devife wit, write pen, for I am for whole volumes in folio. [Ex. A CT II. SCENE I. Before the King of Navarre's palace. Enter the Princess of France, Rosaline, Maria, Catherine, N BOYET. OW, madam, fummon up your dearest spirits. Of all perfections that a man may owe, Matchlefs Navarre; the plea of no less weight Be now as prodigal of all dear grace, As nature was in making graces dear, When she did ftarve the general world befide, And prodigally gave them all to you. Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty though but mean, No No woman may approach his filent court; Tell him the daughter of the King of France, [Exit. Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is fo; Who are the votaries, my loving lords, That are vow-fellows with this virtuous Duke? Prin. Know you the man? Mar. I knew him, madam, at a marriage feast, Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir In Normandy faw I this Longaville, A man of fovereign parts he is esteem'd ; Cath. Cath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth, Of all that virtue love, for virtue lov'd. Moft power to do most harm, least knowing ill; Rofa. Another of thefe ftudents at that time Prin. God bless my ladies, are they all in love, With fuch bedecking ornaments of praise? Mar. Here comes Boyet. Enter Boyet. Prin. Now, what admittance, Lord? Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach; And he and his competitors in oath Were all addreft to meet you, gentle lady, Before I came: marry, thus much I've learnt, He rather means to lodge you in the field, Like one that comes here to befiege his court, To let you enter his unpeopled house. Enter the King, Longaville, Dumain, Biron, and Attendants. King. Fair Princeefs, 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 wide fields too bafe to be mine. King. You shall be welcome, Madam, to my court. But pardon me, I am too fudden bold: King. Madam, I will, if fuddenly I may. For you'll prove perjur'd if you make me stay. |