Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look :

Therefore, this article is made in vain,
Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile. Or vainly comes th' admired princess rather.
So, ere you find where light in darkness lies,

King. What say you, lords? why, this was quite forgot. Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.

Biron. So study evermore is overshot: Study me how to please the eye indeed,

While it doth study to have what it would, By fixing it upon a fairer eye;

It doth forget to do the thing it should; Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed,

And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, And give him light that it was blinded by.

'Tis won, as towns with fire; so won, so lost. Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,

King. We must of force dispense with this decree: That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks : She must lie here on mere necessity. Small have continual plodders ever won,

Biron. Necessity will make us all forsworn Save base authority from others' books.

Three thousand times within this three years' space; These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights,

For every man with his affects is born, That give a name to every fixed star,

Not by might master'd, but by special grace. Have no more profit of their shining nights,

If I break faith, this word shall plead for me,
Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. I am forsworn on mere necessity.-
Too much to know is to know nought but fame; So to the laws at large I write my name; [Subscribes,
And every godfather can give a name.

And he, that breaks them in the least degree,
King. How well he's read, to reason against reading! Stands in attainder of eternal shame.
Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding ! Suggestions are to others, as to me;
Long. He weeds the corn, and still lets grow the But, I believe, although I seem so loth,

I am the last that will last keep his oath. Biron. The spring is near, when green geese are a But is there no quick recreation granted ? breeding

King. Ay, that there is. Our court, you know, is Dum. How follows that?

haunted Biron.

Fit in his place and time. With a refined traveller of Spain; Dum. In reason nothing.

A man in all the world-new fashions flaunted, Biron.

Something, then, in rhyme. That hath a mint of phrases in his brain : King. Biron is like an envious sneaping frost, One, whom the music of his own vain tongue

That bites the first-born infants of the spring. Doth ravish like enchanting harmony; Biron. Well

, say I am: why should proud summer A man of complements, whom right and wrong boast,

Have chose as umpire of their mutiny: Before the birds have any cause to sing ? This child of fancy, that Armado hight, Why should I joy in any abortive birth ?

For interim to our studies, shall relate At Christmas I no more desire a rose,

In high-born words the worth of many a knight Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows; From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate. But like of each thing that in season grows.

How you delight, my lords, I know not, I, So you, by study now it is too late,

But, I protest, I love to hear him lie,
Climb o'er the house-top to unlock the gate.

And I will use him for my minstrelsy.
King. Well, set you out: go home, Biron : adieu ! Biron. Armado is a most illustrious wight,
Biron. No, my good lord; I have sworn to stay A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight.

Long. Costard, the swain, and he shall be our sport;
And, though I have for barbarism spoke more, And so to study three years is but short.
Than for that angel knowledge you can say,

Enter Dull, with a letter, and CostaRD. Yet confident I'll keep to what I swore,

Dull. Which is the duke's own person ? And bide the penance of each three years' day. Biron. This, fellow. What would'st ? Give me the paper: let me read the same;

Dull. I myself reprehend his own person, for I am And to the strict'st decrees I'll write my name. his grace's tharborough; but I would see his own King. How well this yielding rescues thee from person in flesh and blood. shame!

Biron. This is he. Biron. [Reads.] Item, “ That no woman shall come Dull. Signior Arm-Arm-commends you. There's within a mile of my court.” – Hath this been pro- villainy abroad : this letter will tell you more. claim'a ?

Cost. Sir, the contempts thereof are as touching me. Long. Four days ago.

King. A letter from the magnificent Armado. Biron. Let's see the penalty. [Reads.]

Biron. How low soever the matter, I hope in God of losing her tongue."—Who devis'd this penalty ? for high words. Long. Marry, that did I.

Long. A high hope for a low hearing: God grant Biron.

Sweet lord, and why? us patience!
Long. To fright them hence with that dread penalty. Biron. To hear, or forbear hearing ?
Biron. A dangerous law against garrulity!

Long. To hear meekly, sir, and to laugh moderately; [Reads.] Item, “ If any man be seen to talk with or to forbear both. a woman within the term of three years, he shall endure Biron. Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us such public shame as the rest of the court can possibly cause to chime in in the merriness. devise."

Cost. The matter is to me, sir, as concerning JaqueThis article, my liege, yourself must break;

The manner of it is, I was taken with the For, well you know, here comes in embassy The French king's daughter with yourself to speak,- Biron. In what manner? A maid of grace, and complete majesty,–

Cost. In manner and form following, sir; all those About surrender up of Aquitain

three: I was seen with her in the manor house, sitting To her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father:

with her upon the form, and taken following her into

with you:

« On pain


the park; which, put together, is, in manner and form King. Did you hear the proclamation ? | following. Now, sir, for the manner,-it is the man- Cost. I do confess much of the hearing it, but little ner of a man to speak to a woman; for the form,-in of the marking of it. some form.

King. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment to Biron. For the following, sir?

be taken with a wench. Cost, As it shall follow my correction; and God Cost. I was taken with none, sir: I was taken with defend the right!

a damsel. King. Will you hear this letter with attention ?

King. Well, it was proclaimed damsel. Biron. As we would hear an oracle.

Cost. This was no damsel neither, sir : she was a virgin. Cost. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after King. It is so varied, too, for it was proclaimed virgin. the flesh.

Cost. If it were, I deny her virginity: I was taken | King. [Reads.] “Great deputy, the welkin's vice- with a maid. gerent, and sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's King. This maid will not serve your turn, sir. earth's God, and body's fostering patron,-"

Cost. This maid will serve my turn, sir. Cost. Not a word of Costard yet.

King. Sir, I will pronounce your sentence: you King. So it is, -"

sball fast a week with bran and water. Cost. It may be so; but if he say it is so, he is, in Cost. I had rather pray a month with mutton and telling true, but so,

porridge. King. Peace!

King. And Don Armado shall be your keeper.
Cost. —be to me, and every man that dares not fight. My lord Biron, see him deliver'd o'er :
King. No words.

And go we, lords, to put in practice that
Cast. -of other men's secrets, I beseech you. Which each to other hath so strongly sworn.
King. So it is, besieged with sable-coloured melan-

[Exeunt King, Longaville, and Dumaine. choly, I did commend the black-oppressing humour to Biron. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat, I the most wholesome physic of thy health-giving air; These oaths and laws will prove an idle scorn. and, as I am a gentleman, betook myself to walk. Dull. Sirrah, come on. The time when? About the sixth hour; when beasts Cost. I suffer for the truth, sir: for true it is, I was most graze, birds best peck, and men sit down to that taken with Jaquenetta, and Jaquenetta is a true girl; nourishment which is called supper. So much for the and, therefore, welcome the sour cup of prosperity! time when. Now for the ground which; which, I Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, set mean, I walked upon : it is ycleped thy park. Then thee down, sorrow!

[Exeunt. for the place where; where, I mean, I did encounter

SCENE II.-ARMADO's House in the Park. that obscene and most preposterous event, that draweth from my snow-white pen the ebon-coloured ink, which

Enter ARMADO and Moty, his page. here thou viewest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest. But Arm. Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great to the place, where :-it standeth north-north-east and spirit grows melancholy? by east from the west corner of thy curious-knotted Moth. A great sign, sir, that he will look sad. garden: there did I see that low-spirited swain, that Arm. Why? sadness is one and the self-same thing, base minnow of thy mirth,"

dear imp. Cost. Me.

Moth. No, no; O lord ! sir, no. King. " —that unletter'd small-knowing soul,” Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melancholy, Cost. Me.

my tender juvenal ? King. "—that shallow vessel,”

Moth. By a familiar demonstration of the working, Cost. Still me.

my tough senior. King. “ —which, as I remember, hight Costard,” Arm. Why tough senior? why tough senior? Cost. O! me.

Moth. Why tender juvenal ? why tender juvenal ? King. “—sorted and consorted, contrary to thy Arm. I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent established proclaimed edict and continent canon, epitheton appertaining to thy young days, which we with-with-0! with—but with this I passion to say may nominate tender. wberewith."

Moth. And I, tough senior, as an appertinent title Cast. With a wench.

to your old time, which we may name tough. ! King. “ - with a child of our grandmother Eve, Arm. Pretty, and apt. a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a Moth. How mean fou, sir? I pretty, and my say

Him I (as my ever-esteemed duty pricks me ing apt; or I apt, and my saying pretty ? on) have sent to thee, to receive the meed of punish- Arm. Thou pretty, because little. tent, by thy sweet grace's officer, Antony Dull, a man Moth. Little pretty, because little. Wherefore apt? of good repute, carriage, bearing, and estimation." Arm. And therefore apt, because quick.

Dull. Me, an't shall please you: I am Antony Dull. Moth. Speak you this in my praise, master ? King. For Jaquenetta, (so is the weaker vessel Arm. In thy condign praise. caled) which I apprehended with the aforesaid swain, Moth. I will praise an eel with the same praise. I keep her as a vessel of thy law's fury; and shall, Arm. What, that an eel is ingenious ? at the least of thy sweet notice, bring her to trial. Moth. That an eel is quick. Thite, in all complements of devoted and heart burn- Arm. I do say, thou art quick in answers. Thou ng beat of duty,



blood. Don ADRIANO DE ARMADO." Moth. I am answered, sir. Biron. This is not so well as I looked for, but the Arm. I love not to be crossed. best that ever I heard.

Moth. [Aside.] He speaks the mere contrary: King. Ay, the best for the worst.—But, sirrah, what crosses love not him? * you to this?

Arm. I have promised to study three years with the Cast. Sir, I confess the wench.


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tell you.

Moth. You may do it in an hour, sir.

Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and Arm. Impossible.

the Beggar? Moth. How many is one thrice told?

Moth. The world was very guilty of such a ballad Arm. I am ill at reckoning: it fitteth the spirit of some three ages since, but, I think, now 'tis not to be a tapster.

found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for the Moth. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, sir. writing, nor the tune.

Arm. I confess both : they are both the varnish of Arm. I will have that subject newly writ o'er, that I a complete man.

may example my digression by some mighty precedent. Moth. Then, I am sure, you know how much the Boy, I do love that country girl, that I took in the park gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.

with the rational hind Costard : she deserves well. Arm. It doth amount to one more than two.

Moth. [Aside.] To be whipped; and yet a better Moth. Which the base vulgar do call three. love than my master. Arm. True.

Arm. Sing, boy: my spirit grows heavy in love. Moth. Why, sir, is this such a piece of study ? Moth. And that's great marvel, loving a light wench. Now, here is three studied ere you'll thrice wink; Arm. I say, sing: and how easy it is to put years to the word three, and Moth. Forbear, till this company be past. study three years in two words, the dancing horse will Enter Dull, CostaRD, and JAQUENETTA.

Dull. Sir, the duke's pleasure is, that you keep CosÅrm. A most fine figure !

tard safe : and you must let him take no delight, nor Moth. [Aside.] To prove you a cypher.

no penance; but a' must fast three days a week. For Arm. I will hereupon confess I am in love; and, as this damsel, I must keep her at the park; she is it is base for a soldier to love, so am I in love with a allowed for the day-woman. Fare you well. base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour Arm. I do betray myself with blushing.-Maid. of affection would deliver me from the reprobate

Jaq. Man. thought of it, I would take desire prisoner, and ransom Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge. him to any French courtier for a new devised courtesy. Jaq. That's hereby. I think scorn to sigh: methinks, I should out-swear Arm. I know where it is situate. Cupid. Comfort me, boy. What great men have Jaq. Lord, how wise you are ! been in love?

Arm. I will tell thee wonders. Moth. Hercules, master.

Jaq. With that face? Arm. Most sweet Hercules !- More authority, dear Arm. I love thee. boy, name more; and, sweet my child, let them be Jaq. So I heard you say. men of good repute and carriage.

Arm. And so farewell. Moth. Samson, master: he was a man of good Jaq. Fair weather after you. carriage, great carriage; for he carried the town-gates Dúll. Come, Jaquenetta, away. on his back, like a porter, and he was in love.

[Exeunt Dull and JAQUENETTA. Arm. O well-knit Samson! strong-jointed Samson ! Arm. Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences, ere I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst thou be pardoned. me in carrying gates. I am in love too. Who was Cost. Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it Samson's love, my dear Moth ?

on a full stomach. Moth. A woman, master.

Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punished. Arm. Of what complexion ?

Cost. I am more bound to you than your fellows, Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or for they are but lightly rewarded. one of the four.

Arm. Take away this villain : shut him up. Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion.

Moth. Come, you transgressing slave: away! Moth. Of the sea-water green, sir.

Cost. Let me not be pent up, sir: I will fast, being Arm. Is that one of the four complexions ?

loose. Moth. As I have read, sir; and the best of them too. Moth. No, sir; that were fast and loose : thou shalt Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers; but to prison.

1 to have a love of that colour, methinks, Samson had Cost. Well, if ever I do see the merry days of deso small reason for it. He, surely, affected her for her wit. lation that I have seen, some shall seeMoth. It was so, sir, for she had a green wit.

Moth. What shall some see? Arm. My love is most immaculate white and red. Cost. Nay nothing, master Moth, but what they look

Moth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are masked upon. It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their under such colours.

words; and therefore I will say nothing : I thank God Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant.

I have as little patience as another man, and therefore Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, I can be quiet. [Exeunt Moth and COSTARD. assist me!

Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is base, Arm. Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty, and where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, poetical!

which is basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn, (which Moth. If she be made of white and red,

is a great argument of falsehood) if I love; and hove Her faults will ne'er be known;

can that be true love, which is falsely attempted ? Love For blushing cheeks by faults are bred, is a familiar; love is a devil : there is no evil angel but And fears by pale white shown:

love. Yet was Samson so tempted, and he had an hen, if she fear, or be to blame,

excellent strength : yet was Solomon so seduced, and By this you shall not know;

he had a very good wit. Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard For stiil her cheeks possess the same, for Hercules' club, and therefore too much odds for Which native she doth owe.

Spaniard's rapier. The first and second cause will not A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of serve my turn ; the passado he respects not, the duello white and red.

he regards not: his disgrace is to be called boy, but his glory is, to subdue men. Adieu, valour!, rust, rapier! I am sure, I shall turn sonnet-maker. Devise wit, write be still, drum! for your armiger is in love; yea, he pen, for I am for whole volumes in folio. [Exit. loveth. Assist me some extemporal god of rhyme, for,

ACT II. SCENE 1.—Another part of the Park. A Pavilion

Kath. The young Dumaine, a well-accomplished and Tents at a distance,


Of all that virtue love for virtue lov'd : Enter the Princess of France, Rosaline, MARIA,

Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill, KATHARINE, Boyer, Lords, and other Attendants.

For he hath wit to make an ill shape good, Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your clearest And shape to win grace though he had no wit. spirits.

I saw him at the duke Alençon's once; Consider whom the king your father sends,

And much too little of that good I saw To whom he sends, and what's his embassy :

Is my report to his great worthiness. Yourself, held precious the world's esteem,

Ros. Another of these students at that time To parley with the sole inheritor

Was there with him : if I have heard a truth, Of all perfections that a man may owe,

Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Matchless Navarre ; the plea of no less weight Within the limit of becoming mirth, Than Aquitain, a dowry for a queen.

I never spent an hour's talk withal. Be now as prodigal of all dear grace,

His eye begets occasion for his wit ; As nature was in making graces dear,

For every object that the one doth catch, When she did starve the general world beside, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, And prodigally gave them all to you.

Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor)
Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise : That aged ears play truant at his tales,
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,

And younger hearings are quite ravished,
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues. So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
I am less proud to hear you tell my worth,

Prin. God bless my ladies ! are they all in love, Than you much willing to be counted wise

That every one her own hath garnished In spending your wit in the praise of mine.

With such bedecking ornaments of praise ? But now to task the tasker.--Good Boyet,

Lord. Here comes Boyet. You are not ignorant, all-telling fame

Re-enter Boyet. Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,


Now, what admittance, lord ? Till painful study shall out-wear three years,

Boyet. Navarre had notice of


fair approach; No woman may approach his silent court:

And he, and his competitors in oath, Therefore to us seem'th it a needful course,

Were all address'd to meet you, gentle lady, | Before we enter his forbidden gates,

Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt, To know his pleasure; and in that behalf,

He rather means to lodge you in the field, | Bold of your worthiness, we single you

Like one that comes here to besiege his court, As our best moving fair solicitor.

Than seek a dispensation for his oath, Tell him, the daughter of the king of France, To let you enter his unpeopled house. On serious business, craving quick despatch,

Here comes Navarre.

[The ladies mask. Importunes personal conference with his grace.

Enter King, Longaville, Dumaine, Biron, and Haste, signify so much ; while we attend,

Attendants. Like humble-visag'd suitors, his bigh will.

King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of NaBoyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go. (Exit. Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.- Prin. Fair, I give you back again ; and welcome I Who are the votaries, my loving lords,

have not yet : the roof of this court is too high to be That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke?

yours, and welcome to the wide fields too base to be 1 Lord. Longaville is one.

mine. Prin.

Know you the man? King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my court. Mar. I know him, madam : at a marriage feast, Prin. I will be welcome then. Conduct me thither. Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir

King. Hear me, dear lady: I have sworn an oath. Of Jaques Falconbridge, solemnized

Prin. Our lady help my lord ! he'll be forsworn. In Normandy, saw I this Longaville.

King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will. A man of sovereign parts he is esteemid;

Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing else. Well fitted in the arts; glorious in arms:

King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well.

Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss,

Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil,

I hear, your grace bath sworn out house-keeping:
Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will; 'Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord,
Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills And sin to break it.
I: should none spare that come within his power. But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold :

Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so? To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.
Mar. They say so most that most his humours know. Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,

Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they grow. And suddenly resolve me in my suit. [Gives a paper.
Who are the rest ?

King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. (Reads.




Prin. You will the sooner that I were away,

Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your For you'll prove perjur’d, if you make me stay.

grace! Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place! Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?

[Exeunt King and his train. Biron. I know


Biron. Lady, I will commend you to mine own heart. Ros.

How needless was it, then, Ros. Pray you, do my commendations; I would be To ask the question !

glad to see it. Biron.

You must not be so quick. Biron. I would, you heard it groan. Ros. "Tis 'long of you, that spur me with such Ros. Is the fool sick? questions.

Biron. Sick at the heart. Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire. Ros. Alack! let it blood. Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.

Biron. Would that do it good ? Biron. What time o' day?

Ros. My physic says, ay. Ros. The hour that fools should ask.

Biron. Will you prick’t with your eye? Biron. Now fair befal your mask !

Ros. No point, with my knife. Ros. Fair fall the face it covers!

Biron. Now, God save thy life. Biron. And send you many lovers !

Ros. And yours from long living. Ros. Amen, so you be none.

Biron. I cannot stay thanksgiving.

[Stands back. Biron. Nay, then will I begone.

Dum. Sir, I pray you, a word. What lady is that King. Madam, your father here doth intimate

same ?

[Coming forward. The payment of a hundred thousand crowns;

Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Rosaline her name. Being but the one half of an entire sum,

Dum. A gallant lady. Monsieur, fare

well. Disbursed by my father in his wars.

[Erit. But say, that he, or we, (as neither have)

Long. I beseech you a word. What is she in Receiv'd that sum, yet there remains unpaid

the white ?

[Coming forward. A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which, Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the One part of Aquitain is bound to us,

light. Although not valued to the money's worth.

Long. Perchance, light in the light. I desire her If, then, the king your father will restore But that one half which is unsatisfied,

Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire that, We will give up our right in Aquitain,

were a shame. And bold fair friendship with his majesty.

Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter? But that, it seems, he little purposeth,

Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.
For here he doth demand to have repaid

Long. God's blessing on your beard !
An hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, Boyet. Good sir, be not offended.
On payment of a hundred thousand crowns,

She is an heir of Falconbridge,
To have his title live in Aquitain;

Long. Nay, my choler is ended. Which we much rather had depart withal,

She is a most sweet lady. And have the money by our father lent,

Boyet. Not unlike, sir : that may be. Than Aquitain, so gelded as it is.

Biron. What's her name, in the cap? Dear princess, were not his requests so far

(Coming forward. From reason's yielding, your fair self should make Boyet. Katharine, by good hap. A yielding, 'gainst some reason in my breast,

Biron. Is she wedded, or no?
And go well satisfied to France again.

Boyet. To her will, sir, or so.
Prin. You do the king my father too much wrong, Biron. O! you are welcome, sir. Adieu.
And wrong the reputation of your name,

Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you. In so unseeming to confess receipt

[Exit Biron.Ladies unmask. Of that which hath so faithfully been paid.

Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord : King. I do protest, I never heard of it;

Not a word with him but a jest. And, if you prove it, I'll repay it back,


And every jest but a word. Or yield up Aquitain.

Prin. It was well done of you to take him at his word. Prin. We arrest your word.

Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to board. Boyet, you can produce acquittances

Mar. Two hot sheeps, marry! For such a sum from special officers


And wherefore not ships ? Of Charles his father.

No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. King. Satisfy me so.

Mar. You sheep, and I pasture : shall that finish Boyet. So please your grace, the packet is not come,

the jest? Where that and other specialties are bound :

Boyet. So you grant pasture for me. To-morrow you shall have a sight of them.

[Offering to kiss her. King. It shall suffice me: at which interview,


Not so, gentle beast. All liberal reason I will yield unto.

My lips are no common, though several they be. Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand,

Boyet. Belonging to whom? As honour, without breach of honour, may



fortunes and me. Make tender of to thy true worthiness.

Prin. Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, You may not come, fair princess, within my gates;

agree. But here without you shall be so receiv'd,

This civil war of wits were much better used As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart, On Navarre and his book-men, for here 'tis abused. Though so denied free barbour in my house.

Boyet. If my observation, (which very seldom lies,) Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell : By the heart's still rhetoric, disclosed with eyes, To-morrow shall we visit you again.

Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.

[Exit Long.

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