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With such bedecking ornaments of praise?
Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach;
Attendants. King. Fair Princess, welcome to the Court of Na.
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 base to be mine.
King. You shall be welcome, Madam, to my Court. Prin. I will be welcome then ; conduct me thither. King. Hear me, dear Lady, I have sworn an oath. Prin. Our Lady help my Lord; he'll be forsworn. King. Not for the world, fair Madam, by my will
. Prin. Why, Will fall break its will, and nothing else. King. Your Ladyship is ignorant what it is.
Prin. 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 fin to keep that oath, my Lord; And fin to break it. , But pardon me, I am too sudden bold : To teach a teacher ill be seemeth me. Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, And suddenly resolve me in my suit.
King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.
Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away ;
Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once ?
part of Aquitain is bound to us,
demands One payment of an bundred thousand crowns,
To bave bis title live in Aquitain.] The old books concur in this reading, and Mr. Pope has embraced it ; tho', as I conceive, it is stark nonsense, and repugnant to the circumstance suppos'd by our poet. I have, by reforming the pointing,
On payment of an hundred thousand crowns,
Prin. You do the King my father too much wrong, And wrong
King. I do protest, I never heard of it;
Prin. We arrest your word :
King. Satisfy me fo.
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.
• King. It shall suffice me; at which interview, All liberal reason I will yield unto : Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand, 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 receiv'd, and throwing out a single letter, restor’d, I believe, the genuise sense of the passage. Aquitain was pledg’d, it seems to Navarres father for 200000 crowns. The French King pretends to have paid one moiety of this debt, (which Navarre knows nothing of, but demands this moiety back again : instead whereof (fays Navarre
) should rather pay the remaining moiety, and demand to have Aqui
. tain redelier'd up to him. This is plain and easy reasoning upan the fact suppos’d; and Navarre declares, he had rather receive the refidue of his debt, than detain the province mortgay'd for fecuring of it.
As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart,
Prin. Sweet health and fair desires confort your Grace!
Rofa. I pray you, do my commendations ;
Biron. I would, you heard it groan.
(Exit. Dum. Sir, 1 pray you, a word: what Lady is that lame> Boyet
. The heir of Alanson, Rosaline her name.
were a shame, Long. Pray you, Sir, whose daughter? (10) I have made it a rule throughout this edition, to replace all those passages, which Mr. Pope in his impressions thought fit to degrade. As we have no authority tò call them in question for not being genuine ; I confefs, as an editor, I thought I had no authority to displace them. Tho”, I must own freely at the same time, there are some scenes (particularly in this play ;so very mean and contemptible, that one would heartily with for the liberty of expunging them. Whether they were really written by our author, whether he penn'd them in his boyith age, or whether he purposely comply: with the prevailing vice of the times, when Puns, Conundrum, and quibbling conceits were as much in vogue, as Grimace and Arlequirades are at this wife period, I dare not take upon me to determine.
Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.
wa tumble She is an heir of Faulconbridge.
Long. Nay, my choler is ended :
Boyet. Not unlike, Sir; that may be. [Exit Long.
Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap Lord;
Boyet. And every jest but a word.
Boyet. And wherefore not ships ?
Mar. You sheep, and I pasture; shall that finish the jest?
Bote My lips are no common, though several they be.
Boyet. Belonging to whom ?
Prin. Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree.
Boyet. If my observation, (which very seldom lies)
Prin. With what?
Boyet. Why, all his behaviour did make her retire