Love's Labour's Lost: ACT II , SCENE I. The same.

Love's Labour's Lost: ACT II


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SCENE I. The same.

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:
      Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem,
5     To parley with the sole inheritor
      Of all perfections that a man may owe,
      Matchless Navarre; the plea of no less weight
      Than Aquitaine, a dowry for a queen.
      Be now as prodigal of all dear grace
10    As Nature was in making graces dear
      When she did starve the general world beside
      And prodigally gave them all to you.

PRINCESS

      Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,
      Needs not the painted flourish of your praise:
15    Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye,
      Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues:
      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.
20    But now to task the tasker: good Boyet,
      You are not ignorant, all-telling fame
      Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,
      Till painful study shall outwear three years,
      No woman may approach his silent court:
25    Therefore to's seemeth it a needful course,
      Before we enter his forbidden gates,
      To know his pleasure; and in that behalf,
      Bold of your worthiness, we single you
      As our best-moving fair solicitor.
30    Tell him, the daughter of the King of France,
      On serious business, craving quick dispatch,
      Importunes personal conference with his grace:
      Haste, signify so much; while we attend,
      Like humble-visaged suitors, his high will.

BOYET

35 Proud of employment, willingly I go.

PRINCESS

All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.

Exit BOYET

Who are the votaries, my loving lords,
That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke?

First Lord

Lord Longaville is one.

PRINCESS

40 Know you the man?

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:
45    A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd;
      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,
50    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.

PRINCESS

Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so?

MARIA

They say so most that most his humours know.

PRINCESS

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

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;
60    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 Alencon's once;
      And much too little of that good I saw
      Is my report to his great worthiness.

ROSALINE

65    Another of these students at that time
      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:
70    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
75    That aged ears play truant at his tales
      And younger hearings are quite ravished;
      So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

PRINCESS

      God bless my ladies! are they all in love,
      That every one her own hath garnished
80    With such bedecking ornaments of praise?

First Lord

Here comes Boyet.

Re-enter BOYET

PRINCESS

Now, what admittance, lord?

BOYET

      Navarre had notice of your fair approach;
      And he and his competitors in oath
85    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,
90    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.

PRINCESS

      'Fair' I give you back again; and 'welcome' I have
      not yet: the roof of this court is too high to be
95    yours; and welcome to the wide fields too base to be mine.

FERDINAND

You shall be welcome, madam, to my court.

PRINCESS

I will be welcome, then: conduct me thither.

FERDINAND

Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath.

PRINCESS

Our Lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn.

FERDINAND

100 Not for the world, fair madam, by my will.

PRINCESS

Why, will shall break it; will and nothing else.

FERDINAND

Your ladyship is ignorant what it is.

PRINCESS

      Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise,
      Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance.
105   I hear your grace hath sworn out house-keeping:
      Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord,
      And sin to break it.
      But pardon me. I am too sudden-bold:
      To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.
110   Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,
      And suddenly resolve me in my suit.

FERDINAND

Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.

PRINCESS

You will the sooner, that I were away;
For you'll prove perjured if you make me stay.

BIRON

115 Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?

ROSALINE

Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?

BIRON

I know you did.

ROSALINE

How needless was it then to ask the question!

BIRON

You must not be so quick.

ROSALINE

120 '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.

BIRON

What time o' day?

ROSALINE

The hour that fools should ask.

BIRON

125 Now fair befall your mask!

ROSALINE

Fair fall the face it covers!

BIRON

And send you many lovers!

ROSALINE

Amen, so you be none.

BIRON

Nay, then will I be gone.

FERDINAND

130   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,
135   Received that sum, yet there remains unpaid
      A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which,
      One part of Aquitaine is bound to us,
      Although not valued to the money's worth.
      If then the king your father will restore
140   But that one half which is unsatisfied,
      We will give up our right in Aquitaine,
      And hold fair friendship with his majesty.
      But that, it seems, he little purposeth,
      For here he doth demand to have repaid
145   A hundred thousand crowns; and not demands,
      On payment of a hundred thousand crowns,
      To have his title live in Aquitaine;
      Which we much rather had depart withal
      And have the money by our father lent
150   Than Aquitaine 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
      And go well satisfied to France again.

PRINCESS

155   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.

FERDINAND

      I do protest I never heard of it;
160   And if you prove it, I'll repay it back
      Or yield up Aquitaine.

PRINCESS

      We arrest your word.
      Boyet, you can produce acquittances
      For such a sum from special officers
165   Of Charles his father.

FERDINAND

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.

FERDINAND

170   It shall suffice me: at which interview
      All liberal reason I will yield unto.
      Meantime receive such welcome at my hand
      As honour without breach of honour may
      Make tender of to thy true worthiness:
175   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,
      Though so denied fair harbour in my house.
      Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell:
180   To-morrow shall we visit you again.

PRINCESS

Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace!

FERDINAND

Thy own wish wish I thee in every place!

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

185 I would you heard it groan.

ROSALINE

Is the fool sick?

BIRON

Sick at the heart.

ROSALINE

Alack, let it blood.

BIRON

Would that do it good?

ROSALINE

190 My physic says 'ay.'

BIRON

Will you prick't with your eye?

ROSALINE

No point, with my knife.

BIRON

Now, God save thy life!

ROSALINE

And yours from long living!

BIRON

195 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?

BOYET

200 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.

LONGAVILLE

Pray you, sir, whose daughter?

BOYET

Her mother's, I have heard.

LONGAVILLE

205 God's blessing on your beard!

BOYET

Good sir, be not offended.
She is an heir of Falconbridge.

LONGAVILLE

Nay, my choler is ended.
She is a most sweet lady.

BOYET

210 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?

BOYET

To her will, sir, or so.

BIRON

215 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:
Not a word with him but a jest.

BOYET

And every jest but a word.

PRINCESS

220 It was well done of you to take him at his word.

BOYET

I was as willing to grapple as he was to board.

MARIA

Two hot sheeps, marry.

BOYET

And wherefore not ships?
No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips.

MARIA

225 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

230 To my fortunes and me.

PRINCESS

      Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree:
      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,
235   By the heart's still rhetoric disclosed with eyes,
      Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.

PRINCESS

With what?

BOYET

With that which we lovers entitle affected.

PRINCESS

Your reason?

BOYET

240   Why, all his behaviors did make their retire
      To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire:
      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,
245   Did stumble with haste in his eyesight to be;
      All senses to that sense did make their repair,
      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;
250   Who, tendering their own worth from where they were glass'd,
      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 Aquitaine and all that is his,
255   An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss.

PRINCESS

Come to our pavilion: Boyet is disposed.

BOYET

      But to speak that in words which his eye hath
      disclosed.
      I only have made a mouth of his eye,
260   By adding a tongue which I know will not lie.

ROSALINE

Thou art an old love-monger and speakest skilfully.

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?

MARIA

265 No.

BOYET

What then, do you see?

ROSALINE

Ay, our way to be gone.

BOYET

You are too hard for me.

Exeunt

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