Love's Labor's Lost (Folio 1, 1623)
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Actus Secunda.
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Enter the Princesse of France, with three attending Ladies,
¶ and three Lords.
¶To parlee with the sole inheritour
¶Of all perfections that a man may owe,
¶Then Aquitaine, a Dowrie for a Queene.
500Be now as prodigall of all deare grace,
¶As Nature was in making Graces deare,
¶And prodigally gaue them all to you.
¶Queen. Good L. Boyet, my beauty though but mean,
¶Beauty is bought by iudgement of the eye,
¶Then you much wiling to be counted wise,
¶Prin. You are not ignorant all-telling fame
¶Doth noyse abroad Nauar hath made a vow,
515No woman may approach his silent Court:
¶Before we enter his forbidden gates,
¶To know his pleasure, and in that behalfe
¶Tell him, the daughter of the King of France,
¶Importunes personall conference with his grace.
¶Who are the Votaries my louing Lords, that are vow-
¶fellowes with this vertuous Duke?
530Lor. Longauill is one.
¶Princ. Know you the man?
¶Betweene L. Perigort and the beautious heire
¶Of Iaques Fauconbridge solemnized.
535In Normandie saw I this Longauill,
¶Well fitted in Arts, glorious in Armes:
¶Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.
¶Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a Will:
¶Who are the rest?
¶Of all that Vertue loue, for Vertue loued.
¶For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,
¶And much too little of that good I saw,
¶Was there with him, as I haue heard a truth.
¶Berowne they call him, but a merrier man,
¶Within the limit of becomming mirth,
560I neuer spent an houres talke withall.
¶His eye begets occasion for his wit,
¶For euery obiect that the one doth catch,
¶The other turnes to a mirth-mouing iest.
¶Which his faire tongue (conceits expositor)
565Deliuers in such apt and gracious words,
¶That aged eares play treuant at his tales,
¶And yonger hearings are quite rauished.
570That euery one her owne hath garnished,
¶Ma. Heere comes Boyet.
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Enter Boyet.
¶Prin. Now, what admittance Lord?
575Boyet. Nauar had notice of your faire approach,
¶And he and his competitors in oath,
¶Were all addrest to meete you gentle Lady
¶Before I came: Marrie thus much I haue learnt,
¶He rather meanes to lodge you in the field,
580Like one that comes heere to besiege his Court,
¶To let you enter his vnpeopled house.
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Enter Nauar, Longauill, Dumaine, and Berowne.
¶Heere comes Nauar.
¶Prin. Faire I giue you backe againe, and welcome I
¶haue not yet: the roofe of this Court is too high to bee
¶yours, and welcome to the wide fields, too base to be
¶mine.
¶Prin. I wil be welcome then, Conduct me thither.
¶Nau. Not for the world faire Madam, by my will.
¶Where now his knowledge must proue ignorance.
600'Tis deadly sinne to keepe that oath my Lord,
¶And sinne to breake it:
¶But pardon me, I am too sodaine bold,
¶To teach a Teacher ill beseemeth me.
¶For you'll proue periur'd if you make me stay.
¶Berow. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
610Rosa. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
¶Ber. I know you did.
¶Rosa. Not till it leaue the Rider in the mire.
¶Ber. What time a day?
620Rosa. Faire fall the face it couers.
¶Ber. Nay then will I be gone.
¶Kin. Madame, your father heere doth intimate,
625The paiment of a hundred thousand Crownes,
¶Being but th'one halfe, of an intire summe,
¶But say that he, or we, as neither haue
¶Receiu'd that summe; yet there remaines vnpaid
¶One part of Aquitaine is bound to vs,
¶Although not valued to the moneys worth.
¶If then the King your father will restore
635We will giue vp our right in Aquitaine,
¶For here he doth demand to haue repaie,
¶An hundred thousand Crownes, and not demands
640One paiment of a hundred thousand Crownes,
¶To haue his title liue in Aquitaine.
¶Which we much rather had depart withall,
¶And haue the money by our father lent,
¶Then Aquitane, so guelded as it is.
¶Prin. You doe the King my Father too much wrong,
650And wrong the reputation of your name,
¶Of that which hath so faithfully beene paid.
¶And if you proue it, Ile repay it backe,
655Or yeeld vp Aquitaine.
¶Boyet, you can produce acquittances
¶Of Charles his Father.
¶Where that and other specialties are bound,
665All liberall reason would I yeeld vnto:
¶Meane time, receiue such welcome at my hand,
¶As honour, without breach of Honour may
¶Your owne good thoughts excuse me, and farewell,
¶Boy. Lady, I will commend you to my owne heart.
¶La. Ro. Pray you doe my commendations,
¶I would be glad to see it.
680Boy. I would you heard it grone.
¶Boy. Sicke at the heart.
¶La. Ro. Alacke, let it bloud.
¶Boy. Would that doe it good?
¶Boy. Will you prick't with your eye.
¶La. Ro. No poynt, with my knife.
¶La. Ro. And yours from long liuing.
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Enter Dumane.
¶Boy. Her Mothers, I haue heard.
¶Shee is an heyre of Faulconbridge.
705Long. Nay, my choller is ended:
Exit. Long.
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Enter Beroune.
¶Ber. What's her name in the cap.
710Boy. Katherine by good hap.
¶Not a word with him, but a iest.
¶Pri. It was well done of you to take him at his word.
¶Boy. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to boord.
720La. Ma. Two hot Sheepes marie:
¶And wherefore not Ships?
¶My lips are no Common, though seuerall they be.
¶Bo. Belonging to whom?
¶La. To my fortunes and me.
¶Prin. Good wits wil be iangling, but gentles agree.
730This ciuill warre of wits were much better vsed
¶On Nauar and his bookemen, for heere 'tis abus'd.
¶Deceiue me not now, Nauar is infected.
735Prin. With what?
¶Bo. With that which we Louers intitle affected.
¶Bo. Why all his behauiours doe make their retire,
¶To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire.
745To feele onely looking on fairest of faire:
¶Me thought all his sences were lockt in his eye,
¶Who tendring their own worth from whence they were
(glast,
¶Did point out to buy them along as you past.
750His faces owne margent did coate such amazes,
¶That all eyes saw his eies inchanted with gazes.
¶Ile giue you Aquitaine, and all that is his,
¶I onelie haue made a mouth of his eie,
¶By adding a tongue, which I know will not lie.
¶skilfully.
760Lad. Ma. He is Cupids Grandfather, and learnes news
¶of him.
¶Lad.2. Then was Venus like her mother, for her fa-
¶ther is but grim.
¶Boy. Do you heare my mad wenches?
765La. 1. No.
¶Lad. 2. I, our way to be gone.
