611Ber. I know you did.

612Rosa. How needlesse was it then to ask the question?

613Ber. You must not be so quicke.

614Rosa. 'Tis long of you y^t spur me with such questions.

615Ber. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire.

616Rosa. Not till it leaue the Rider in the mire.

617Ber. What time a day?

618Rosa. The howre that fooles should aske.

619Ber. Now faire befall your maske.

620Rosa. Faire fall the face it couers.

621Ber. And send you many louers.

622Rosa. Amen, so you be none.

623Ber. Nay then will I be gone.

624Kin. Madame, your father heere doth intimate,

625The paiment of a hundred thousand Crownes,

626Being but th'one halfe, of an intire summe,

627Disbursed by my father in his warres.

628But say that he, or we, as neither haue

629Receiu'd that summe; yet there remaines vnpaid

630A hundred thousand more: in surety of the which,

631One part of Aquitaine is bound to vs,

632Although not valued to the moneys worth.

633If then the King your father will restore

634But that one halfe which is vnsatisfied,

635We will giue vp our right in Aquitaine,

636And hold faire friendship with his Maiestie:

637But that it seemes he little purposeth,

638For here he doth demand to haue repaie,

639An hundred thousand Crownes, and not demands

640One paiment of a hundred thousand Crownes,

641To haue his title liue in Aquitaine.

642Which we much rather had depart withall,

643And haue the money by our father lent,

644Then Aquitane, so guelded as it is.

645Deare Princesse, were not his requests so farre

646From reasons yeelding, your faire selfe should make

647A yeelding 'gainst some reason in my brest,

648And goe well satisfied to France againe.

649Prin. You doe the King my Father too much wrong,

650And wrong the reputation of your name,

651In so vnseeming to confesse receyt

652Of that which hath so faithfully beene paid.

653Kin. I doe protest I neuer heard of it,

654And if you proue it, Ile repay it backe,

655Or yeeld vp Aquitaine.

656Prin. We arrest your word:

657Boyet, you can produce acquittances

658For such a summe, from speciall Officers,

659Of Charles his Father.

660Kin. Satisfie me so.

661Boyet. So please your Grace, the packet is not come

662Where that and other specialties are bound,

663To morrow you shall haue a sight of them.

664Kin. It shall suffice me; at which enterview,

665All liberall reason would I yeeld vnto:

666Meane time, receiue such welcome at my hand,

667As honour, without breach of Honour may

668Make tender of, to thy true worthinesse.

669You may not come faire Princesse in my gates,

670But heere without you shall be so receiu'd,

671As you shall deeme your selfe lodg'd in my heart,

672Though so deni'd farther harbour in my house:

673Your owne good thoughts excuse me, and farewell,

674To morrow we shall visit you againe.

675Prin. Sweet health & faire desires consort your grace.

676Kin. Thy own wish wish I thee, in euery place. Exit.

677Boy. Lady, I will commend you to my owne heart.

678La. Ro. Pray you doe my commendations,

679I would be glad to see it.

680Boy. I would you heard it grone.

681La. Ro. Is the soule sicke?

682Boy. Sicke at the heart.

683La. Ro. Alacke, let it bloud.

684Boy. Would that doe it good?

685La. Ro. My Phisicke saies I.

686Boy. Will you prick't with your eye.

687La. Ro. No poynt, with my knife.

688Boy. Now God saue thy life.

689La. Ro. And yours from long liuing.

690Ber. I cannot stay thanks-giuing. Exit.

692Dum. Sir, I pray you a word: What Lady is that same?

693Boy. The heire of Alanson, Rosalin her name.

694Dum. A gallant Lady, Mounsier fare you well.

695Long. I beseech you a word: what is she in the white?

696Boy. A woman somtimes, if you saw her in the light.

697Long. Perchance light in the light: I desire her name.

698Boy. Shee hath but one for her selfe,

699To desire that were a shame.

700Long. Pray you sir, whose daughter?

701Boy. Her Mothers, I haue heard.

702Long. Gods blessing a your beard.

703Boy. Good sir be not offended,

704Shee is an heyre of Faulconbridge.

705Long. Nay, my choller is ended:

706Shee is a most sweet Lady. Exit. Long.

707Boy. Not vnlike sir, that may be.

709Ber. What's her name in the cap.

710Boy. Katherine by good hap.

711Ber. Is she wedded, or no.

712Boy. To her will sir, or so.

713Ber. You are welcome sir, adiew.

714Boy. Fare well to me sir, and welcome to you. Exit.

715La. Ma. That last is Beroune, the mery mad-cap Lord.

716Not a word with him, but a iest.

717Boy. And euery iest but a word.

718Pri. It was well done of you to take him at his word.

719Boy. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to boord.

720La. Ma. Two hot Sheepes marie:

721And wherefore not Ships?

722Boy. No Sheepe (sweet Lamb) vnlesse we feed on your(lips.

723La. You Sheepe & I pasture: shall that finish the iest?

724Boy. So you grant pasture for me.

725La. Not so gentle beast.

726My lips are no Common, though seuerall they be.

727Bo. Belonging to whom?

728La. To my fortunes and me.

729Prin. Good wits wil be iangling, but gentles agree.

730This ciuill warre of wits were much better vsed

731On Nauar and his bookemen, for heere 'tis abus'd.

732Bo. If my obseruation (which very seldome lies

733By the hearts still rhetoricke, disclosed with eyes)

734Deceiue me not now, Nauar is infected.

735Prin. With what?

736Bo. With that which we Louers intitle affected.

737Prin. Your reason.

738Bo. Why all his behauiours doe make their retire,

739To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire.

740His hart like an Agot with your print impressed,

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