Love's Labour's Lost (1593-5)

Intro
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Act II, Scene 1

The same.

[Enter the PRINCESS of France, ROSALINE, MARIA,] [p]KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, and other Attendants]

483

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,
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
As Nature was in making graces dear
When she did starve the general world beside
And prodigally gave them all to you.

485

Princess of France Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise:
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.
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:
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.
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.

497

Boyet Proud of employment, willingly I go.

519

Princess of France 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?

520

First Lord Lord Longaville is one.

524

Princess of France Know you the man?

525

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:
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,
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.

526

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

538

Maria They say so most that most his humours know.

539

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

540

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;
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.

542

Rosaline 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:
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
That aged ears play truant at his tales
And younger hearings are quite ravished;
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

550

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

563

First Lord Here comes Boyet.

566

[Re-enter BOYET]

567

Princess of France Now, what admittance, lord?

568

Boyet Navarre had notice of your fair approach;
And he and his competitors in oath
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,
To let you enter his unpeopled house.
Here comes Navarre.
[Enter FERDINAND, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BIRON, and]
Attendants]

569

Ferdinand Fair princess, welcome to the court of Navarre.

580

Princess of France '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.

581

Ferdinand You shall be welcome, madam, to my court.

584

Princess of France I will be welcome, then: conduct me thither.

585

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

586

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

587

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

588

Princess of France Why, will shall break it; will and nothing else.

589

Ferdinand Your ladyship is ignorant what it is.

590

Princess of France 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 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.
Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,
And suddenly resolve me in my suit.

591

Ferdinand Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.

600

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

601

Biron Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?

603

Rosaline Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?

604

Biron I know you did.

605

Rosaline How needless was it then to ask the question!

606

Biron You must not be so quick.

607

Rosaline 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such questions.

608

Biron Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire.

609

Rosaline Not till it leave the rider in the mire.

610

Biron What time o' day?

611

Rosaline The hour that fools should ask.

612

Biron Now fair befall your mask!

613

Rosaline Fair fall the face it covers!

614

Biron And send you many lovers!

615

Rosaline Amen, so you be none.

616

Biron Nay, then will I be gone.

617

Ferdinand 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,
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
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
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
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.

618

Princess of France 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.

643

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

647

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

650

Ferdinand Satisfy me so.

654

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.

655

Ferdinand 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:
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:
To-morrow shall we visit you again.

658

Princess of France Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace!

669

Ferdinand Thy own wish wish I thee in every place!

670

[Exit]

671

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

672

Rosaline Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it.

673

Biron I would you heard it groan.

674

Rosaline Is the fool sick?

675

Biron Sick at the heart.

676

Rosaline Alack, let it blood.

677

Biron Would that do it good?

678

Rosaline My physic says 'ay.'

679

Biron Will you prick't with your eye?

680

Rosaline No point, with my knife.

681

Biron Now, God save thy life!

682

Rosaline And yours from long living!

683

Biron I cannot stay thanksgiving.

684

[Retiring]

685

Dumain Sir, I pray you, a word: what lady is that same?

686

Boyet The heir of Alencon, Katharine her name.

687

Dumain A gallant lady. Monsieur, fare you well.

688

[Exit]

689

Longaville I beseech you a word: what is she in the white?

690

Boyet A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the light.

691

Longaville Perchance light in the light. I desire her name.

692

Boyet She hath but one for herself; to desire that were a shame.

693

Longaville Pray you, sir, whose daughter?

694

Boyet Her mother's, I have heard.

695

Longaville God's blessing on your beard!

696

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

697

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

699

Boyet Not unlike, sir, that may be.

701

[Exit LONGAVILLE]

702

Biron What's her name in the cap?

703

Boyet Rosaline, by good hap.

704

Biron Is she wedded or no?

705

Boyet To her will, sir, or so.

706

Biron You are welcome, sir: adieu.

707

Boyet Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you.

708

[Exit BIRON]

709

Maria That last is Biron, the merry madcap lord:
Not a word with him but a jest.

710

Boyet And every jest but a word.

712

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

713

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

714

Maria Two hot sheeps, marry.

715

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

716

Maria You sheep, and I pasture: shall that finish the jest?

718

Boyet So you grant pasture for me.

719

[Offering to kiss her]

720

Maria Not so, gentle beast:
My lips are no common, though several they be.

721

Boyet Belonging to whom?

723

Maria To my fortunes and me.

724

Princess of France 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.

725

Boyet If my observation, which very seldom lies,
By the heart's still rhetoric disclosed with eyes,
Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.

728

Boyet With that which we lovers entitle affected.

732

Boyet 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,
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;
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,
An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss.

734

Princess of France Come to our pavilion: Boyet is disposed.

750

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

751

Rosaline Thou art an old love-monger and speakest skilfully.

755

Maria He is Cupid's grandfather and learns news of him.

756

Rosaline Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is but grim.

757

Boyet Do you hear, my mad wenches?

758

Boyet What then, do you see?

760

Rosaline Ay, our way to be gone.

761

Boyet You are too hard for me.

762

[Exeunt]

763
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