look upon. (4) It is not for prifoners to be filent in their words, and therefore I will fay nothing; I thank God, I have as little patience as another man, and therefore I can be quiet. [Exeunt Moth and Costard. Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is base, where her fhoe, which is bafer, guided by her foot, which is baseft, doth tread. I fhall be forfworn, which is a great argument of falfhood, if I love. And how can that be true love, which is falfly attempted? Love is a familiar, love is a devil; there is no evil angel but love, yet Sampson was fo tempted, and he had an excellent strength, yet was Solomon fo feduced, and he had a very good wit. Cupid s but-fhaft is too hard for Hercules's club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier; the firft and fecond caufe will not ferve my turn (5); the Paffado he refpects not, the Duello he regards not; his difgrace is to be call'd boy; but his glory is to fubdue men. Adieu, valour ! ruft, rapier! be ftill, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Affift me fome extemporal God of rhime, for, I am fure, I fhall turn fonneteer. Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. [Exit. (4) It is not for prifoners to be filent in their words, ] I fuppofe we should read, it is not for prifoners to be fi.ent in their wards, that is, in cuftody, in the bolds. (5) The first and fecond cause will not ferve my turn ;] See the laft act of As you like it with the notes. ACT ACT II. SCENE Before the King of Navarre's Palace. I. Enter the Princess of France, Rofaline, Maria, Catharine, Boyet, Lords and other attendanıs. BOYET. YOW, Madam, fummon up your deareft fpirits ; To whom he fends, and what's his embaffy. Of all perfections that a man may owe, Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, *Chapman here feems to fignify the feller, not, as now commonly, the buyer. Cheap or cheping was anciently Market, Chapman therefore is Marketman. The meaning is, that the estimation of beauty depends not on the uttering or proclamation of the feller, but on the eye of the buyer. P 4 There Therefore to us feems it a needful course, To know his pleasure; and in that behalf, Tell him, the daughter of the King of France, Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go. [Exit. Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is fo; Who are the votaries, my loving lords, That are vow-fellows with this virtuous King? Prin. Know you the man Mar. I knew him, Madam, at a marriage-feast, In Normandy faw I this Longueville, ; A man of fovereign parts he is efteem'd Cath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth; Of all that virtue love, for virtue lov'd. Moft power to do most harm, least knowing ill; * Well fitted, is well qualified. Match'd with, is con bined erjoined with. And And much too little of that good I faw Rofa. Another of these students at that time never ipent an hour's talk withal. His eye begets occafion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, Prin. God bless my ladies: are they all in love, Enter Boyet. Prin. Now, what admittance, Lord ? Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach; And he and his competitors in oath Were all addreft to meet you, gentle lady, Before I came. Marry, thus much I've learnt, SCENE II Enter the King, Longueville, Dumain, Biron, and Attendants. King. Fair Princefs, welcome to the Court of Na varre. Prin. Fair, I give you back again; and welcome I have not yet the roof of this Court is too high to P. 5. be be yours; and welcome to the wide fields, too base be mine. King. You fhall be welcome, Madam, to my Court. King. Your ladyfhip is ignorant what it is. Prin. Were my lord fo, his ignorance were wife, Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. I hear, your Grace hath fworn out houfe-keeping: 'Tis deadly fin to keep that oath, my Lord; * And fin to break it. But pardon me, I am too fudden bold: To teach a teacher ill befeemeth me. King Madam, I will, if fuddenly I may. Rof. How needlefs was it then to afk the question? Ref. 'Tis long of you, that fpur me with fuch questions. Biron. Your wit's too hot, it fpeeds too fast, 'twill. tire Rof. Not 'till it leave the rider in the mire. Biron. What time o'day? Ref. The hour, that fools fhould ask.. Biron. Now fair befall your mask! * Sir T. Hanner reads not fin to break it. I believe erroneously. The Princefs fhews an inconvenience very frequently attending rafh Qaths, which, whether kept or broken, produce guilt. |