Although not valued to the moneys worth.
If then the King your father will restore
But that one halfe which is unsatisfied,
We will give up our right in Aquitaine,
And hold faire friendship with his Majestie:
But that it seemes he little purposeth,
For here he doth demand to have repaie,

An hundred thousand Crownes, and not demands

One paiment of a hundred thousand Crownes,

To have his title live in Aquitaine.

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Which we much rather had depart1 withall, 1 parted from And have the money by our father lent,

Then Aquitane, so guelded as it is.

Deare Princesse, were not his requests so farre

From reasons yeelding, your faire selfe should make
A yeelding 'gainst some reason in my brest,

And goe well satisfied to France againe.

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Prin. You doe the King my Father too much wrong, And wrong the reputation of

your name,

In so unseeming to confesse receyt

Of that which hath so faithfully beene paid.

Kin. I doe protest I never heard of it,

And if you prove it, Ile repay

Or yeeld up Aquitaine.

Prin. We arrest your word:

it backe,

Boyet, you can produce acquittances

For such a summe, from speciall Officers,

Of Charles his Father.

Kin. Satisfie me so.

170

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.

150. repaie: repaid-1Q.2-4F. 152. One: On-THEOBALD.

151. An: A-12.

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Kin. It shall suffice me; at which enterview, All liberall reason would I yeeld unto: Meane time, receive such welcome at my hand, As Honour, without breach of Honour may Make tender of, to thy true worthinesse. You may not come faire Princesse in my gates, But heere without you shall be so receiv'd, As you shall deeme your selfe lodg'd in my heart, Though so deni'd farther harbour in my house: Your owne good thoughts excuse me, and farewell, To morrow we shall visit you againe. 1 accompany Prin. Sweet health & faire desires consort1 your grace. Kin. Thy own wish wish I thee, in every place. Exit. Boy. [Biron] Lady, I will commend you to my owne heart. |

La. Ro. Pray you doe my commendations,
I would be glad to see it.

Boy. [Biron] I would you heard it grone.
La. Ro. Is the soule sicke?.

Boy. [Biron] Sicke at the heart.

La. Ro. Alacke, let it bloud.

Boy. [Biron] Would that doe it good?
La. Ro. My Phisicke saies I.

Boy. [Biron] Will you prick't with your eye.

La. Ro. No poynt, with my knife.

Boy. [Biron] Now God save thy life.

La. Ro. And yours from long living.
Ber. I cannot stay thanks-giving.

Enter Dumane.

190

200

Exit.

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

177. would I yeeld: I will yield-IQ. 184. farther: fair-1Q. 186. we shall: shall we-1Q.

189. my owne: mine own-2Q.

193. soule: fool-1Q.

Boy. The heire of Alanson, Rosalin her name.
Dum. A gallant Lady, Mounsier fare you well.

[Exit.]
Long. I beseech you a word: what is she in the white?
Boy. A woman somtimes, if you saw her in the light.
Long. Perchance light in the light: I desire her name.
Boy. Shee hath but one for her selfe,
To desire that were a shame.

Long. Pray you sir, whose daughter?
Boy. Her Mothers, I have heard.
Long. Gods blessing a your beard.
Boy. Good sir be not offended,
Shee is an heyre of Faulconbridge.
Long. Nay, my choller is ended:
Shee is a most sweet Lady.

Boy. Not unlike sir, that may be.

Enter Beroune.

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Exit. Long.

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Ber. What's her name in the cap.

Boy. Katherine by good hap.

Ber. Is she wedded, or no.

Boy. To her will sir, or so.

Ber. You are welcome sir, adiew.

Boy. Fare well to me sir, and welcome to you. Exit. La. Ma. That last is Beroune, the mery mad-cap Lord. Not a word with him, but a jest.

Boy. And every jest but a word.

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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. La. Ma. Two hot Sheepes marie:

205. Rosalin: Katharine-SINGER.

210-1. I 1.-12.

222. Katherine: Rosaline-Singer.

208. if: an (and)-1Q.

214. a your: on your-12.

[Boyet] And wherefore not Ships?

Boy. No Sheepe (sweet Lamb) unlesse we feed on your lips. |

La. You Sheep and I pasture: shall that finish the jest?
Boy. So you grant pasture for me. [Offering to kiss her.]
La. Not so gentle beast.

My lips are no Common, though severall they be.
Bo. Belonging to whom?

La. To my fortunes and me.

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Prin. Good wits wil be jangling, but gentles agree. This civil warre of wits were much better used On Navar and his bookemen, for heere 'tis abus'd. Bo. If my observation (which very seldome lies By the hearts still rhetoricke, disclosed with eyes) Deceive me not now, Navar is infected.

Prin. With what?

Bo. With that which we Lovers intitle affected.
Prin. Your reason.

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Bo. Why all his behaviours doe make their retire, 250 To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire. His hart like an Agot1 with your print impressed, 1 agate Proud with his forme, in his eie pride expressed. His tongue all impatient to speake and not see, Did stumble with haste in his eie-sight to be, All sences to that sence did make their repaire, To feele onely looking on fairest of faire: Me thought all his sences were lockt in his eye, As Jewels in Christall for some Prince to buy. Who tendring their own worth from whence they were glast,

Did point out to buy them along as you past.

250. doe: did-1Q.

261. point out: point you-IQ.

261

260. whence: where-IQ.

1 margin 2 note

His faces owne margent1 did coate2 such amazes,
That all eyes saw his eies inchanted with gazes.
Ile give you Aquitaine, and all that is his,
And you give him for my sake, but one loving Kisse.
Prin. Come to our Pavillion, Boyet is disposde.

Bro. [Boyet] But to speak that in words, which his eie hath disclos'd. |

I onelie have made a mouth of his eie,

By adding a tongue, which I know will not lie.

Lad. Ro. Thou art an old Love-monger, and speakest skilfully.

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Lad. Ma. He is Cupids Grandfather, and learnes news of him.

Lad. 2. [Ros.] Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is but grim.

Boy. Do you heare my mad wenches?

La. 1. [Mar.] No.

Boy. What then, do you see?

Lad. 2. [Ros.] I, our way to be gone.

Boy. You are too hard for me. Exeunt omnes. 280

Bra. Warble childe, make passionate my sense of hea

[Singing.]

Brag. Sweete Ayer, go tendernesse of yeares: take this Key, give enlargement to the swaine, bring him fe

262. coate: quote-2Q.