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Enter the Princess of France, with three attending
Ladies (Rosaline, Maria, and Katherine), Boyet
and other Lords. 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 5
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 10
When she did starve the general world besides
And prodigally gave them all to you. PRINCESS
Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise.
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, 15
Not uttered 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, 20
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, 25
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 30
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. BOYET
Proud of employment, willingly I go. 35 | The Princess of France arrives with her ladies (Rosaline, Maria, and Katherine), one of her attendants (Boyet), and two other lords. Boyet gives us a little back story. He lets us not that the Princess is coming on behalf of her father the King, to negotiate with the King of Navarre about a piece of land called Aquitaine. In giving this exposition, he also reminds the Princess to be charming and generous to the King. The Princess shoots from the hip. She says that there's no need to flatter her, and wants to get to the point. She has heard that the King has taken a vow not to see any women, so she wants Boyet to announce their arrival and find out what's what. |
PRINCESS
All pride is willing pride, and yours is so. Boyet exits. Who are the votaries, my loving lords,
That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke? A LORD
Lord Longaville is one. PRINCESS
Know you the man? 40 MARIA
I know him, madam. At a marriage feast
Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir
Of Jaques Falconbridge, solemnizèd
In Normandy, saw I this Longaville.
A man of sovereign parts he is esteemed, 45
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, 50
Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills
It should none spare that come within his power. PRINCESS
Some merry mocking lord, belike. Is ’t so? MARIA
They say so most that most his humors know. PRINCESS
Such short-lived wits do wither as they grow. 55
Who are the rest? KATHERINE
The young Dumaine, 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, 60And shape to win grace though he had no wit.
I saw him at the Duke Alanson’s once,
And much too little of that good I saw
Is my report to his great worthiness. ROSALINE
Another of these students at that time 65
Was there with him, if I have heard a truth.
Berowne 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, 70
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 agèd ears play truant at his tales, 75
And younger hearings are quite ravishèd,
So sweet and voluble is his discourse. PRINCESS
God bless my ladies, are they all in love,
That every one her own hath garnishèd
With such bedecking ornaments of praise? 80 | When Boyet exits, the Princess asks her ladies what other lords have taken this vow with the King. It turns out they know the men and kind of like them! Maria describes Longaville. He's intelligent, a good warrior, does everything well. The only problem is he's got a mouth on him. Katherine describes Dumain. Virtuous, smart, and good-looking. Rosaline has Berowne. It's all about his mind: he's the funniest, most eloquent man she's ever met. Good lord, says the Princess—all my ladies are in love. |
A LORD
Here comes Boyet. Enter Boyet. PRINCESS
Now, what admittance, lord? BOYET
Navarre had notice of your fair approach,
And he and his competitors in oath
Were all addressed to meet you, gentle lady, 85
Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learned:
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. 90 Enter King of Navarre, Longaville, Dumaine, and
Berowne. Here comes Navarre. KING
Fair Princess, welcome to the court of Navarre. PRINCESS
“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 95
base to be mine. KING
You shall be welcome, madam, to my court. PRINCESS
I will be welcome, then. Conduct me thither. KING
Hear me, dear lady. I have sworn an oath. PRINCESS
Our Lady help my lord! He’ll be forsworn. 100 KING
Not for the world, fair madam, by my will. PRINCESS
Why, will shall break it, will and nothing else. KING
Your Ladyship is ignorant what it is. PRINCESS
Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise,
Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. 105
I hear your Grace hath sworn out housekeeping.
’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. 110
Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,
And suddenly resolve me in my suit. She gives him a paper. KING
Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. PRINCESS
You will the sooner that I were away,
For you’ll prove perjured if you make me stay. 115 They walk aside while the King reads the paper. | Boyet comes back with the news that the King intends for them to camp in the field, as though they were enemies. The King enters with Longaville, Dumain, Berowne and attendants. The Ladies mask themselves. When the King greets the Princess politely, she doesn't reciprocate. She's a little miffed she can't gain access to the court. The King tries to apologize and explain about his oath, receiving no end of teasing from the Princess. Then she remembers she's there on business, and gives him a letter from her father about Aquitaine. |
BEROWNE, to Rosaline
Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? ROSALINE
Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? BEROWNE
I know you did. ROSALINE How needless was it then
To ask the question. 120 BEROWNE
You must not be so quick. ROSALINE
’Tis long of you that spur me with such questions. BEROWNE
Your wit’s too hot, it speeds too fast; ’twill tire. ROSALINE
Not till it leave the rider in the mire. BEROWNE
What time o’ day? 125 ROSALINE The hour that fools should ask. BEROWNE Now fair befall your mask. ROSALINE
Fair fall the face it covers. BEROWNE And send you many lovers. ROSALINE
Amen, so you be none. 130 BEROWNE
Nay, then, will I be gone. | While the King and the Princess chat, Rosaline has a battle of wits with Berowne. Psst! In some editions of the play, it's Katherine that spars with Berowne, but some scholars and directors assume this exchange should be with Rosaline, as it is in the Folger edition. After all, she's the one who just admitted acquaintance with Berowne. |
KING, coming forward with the Princess
Madam, your father here doth intimate
The payment of a hundred thousand crowns,
Being but the one half of an entire sum
Disbursèd by my father in his wars. 135
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. 140
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; 145
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, 150
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, 155
And go well satisfied to France again. PRINCESS
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. 160 KING
I do protest I never heard of it;
And if you prove it, I’ll repay it back
Or yield up Aquitaine. PRINCESS
We arrest your word.—
Boyet, you can produce acquittances 165
For such a sum from special officers
Of Charles his father. KING Satisfy me so. BOYET
So please your Grace, the packet is not come
Where that and other specialties are bound. 170
Tomorrow you shall have a sight of them. KING
It shall suffice me; at which interview
All liberal reason I will yield unto.
Meantime receive such welcome at my hand
As honor (without breach of honor) may 175
Make tender of to thy true worthiness.
You may not come, fair princess, within my gates,
But here without you shall be so received
As you shall deem yourself lodged in my heart,
Though so denied fair harbor in my house. 180
Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell.
Tomorrow shall we visit you again. PRINCESS
Sweet health and fair desires consort your Grace. KING
Thy own wish wish I thee in every place. He exits with Dumaine,
Longaville, and Attendants. BEROWNE, to Rosaline Lady, I will commend you to 185
my own heart. ROSALINE Pray you, do my commendations. I would
be glad to see it. BEROWNE
I would you heard it groan. ROSALINE
Is the fool sick? 190 BEROWNE Sick at the heart. ROSALINE
Alack, let it blood. BEROWNE
Would that do it good? ROSALINE My physic says “ay.” BEROWNE Will you prick ’t with your eye? 195 ROSALINE No point, with my knife. BEROWNE
Now God save thy life. ROSALINE
And yours from long living. BEROWNE
I cannot stay thanksgiving. He exits. | Back to the matter of Aquitaine. In response to the letter, the King gives a long speech. He claims that the Princess's father still owes him money for the land. Nuh-uhh, says the Princess. We're all settled and Boyet has the papers to prove it. The papers are still on the way. They'll have to wait till tomorrow to discuss the matter further. The King won't let them in the gates, but he'll try to make them comfortable in the grounds. As comfortable as in his own heart. He exits with Longaville and Dumain. Berowne stays behind to have a little flirt with Rosaline. |
Enter Dumaine. DUMAINE, to Boyet
Sir, I pray you, a word. What lady is that same? 200 BOYET
The heir of Alanson, Katherine her name. DUMAINE
A gallant lady, monsieur. Fare you well. He exits. Enter Longaville. LONGAVILLE, to Boyet
I beseech you, a word. What is she in the white? BOYET
A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the light. LONGAVILLE
Perchance light in the light. I desire her name. 205 BOYET
She hath but one for herself; to desire that were a
shame. LONGAVILLE
Pray you, sir, whose daughter? BOYET
Her mother’s, I have heard. LONGAVILLE
God’s blessing on your beard! 210 BOYET Good sir, be not offended. She is an heir of
Falconbridge. LONGAVILLE Nay, my choler is ended. She is a most
sweet lady. BOYET
Not unlike, sir, that may be. 215 Longaville exits. Enter Berowne. BEROWNE, to Boyet
What’s her name in the cap? BOYET Rosaline, by good hap. BEROWNE Is she wedded or no? BOYET
To her will, sir, or so. BEROWNE
You are welcome, sir. Adieu. 220 BOYET
Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you. Berowne exits. | Dumain reenters, asking Boyet for Katharine's name. Longaville reenters, asking after Maria. Boyet messes with him before giving it up. Berowne inquires about Rosaline. Yes, she's single. All the men exit with the necessary info. The ladies unmask. The game is on. |
MARIA
That last is Berowne, the merry madcap lord.
Not a word with him but a jest. BOYET
And every jest but
a word. 225 PRINCESS
It was well done of you to take him at his word. BOYET
I was as willing to grapple as he was to board. KATHERINE
Two hot sheeps, marry. BOYET
And wherefore not ships?
No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. 230 KATHERINE
You sheep and I pasture. Shall that finish the jest? BOYET
So you grant pasture for me. He tries to kiss her. KATHERINE
Not so, gentle beast,
My lips are no common, though several they be. BOYET
Belonging to whom? 235 KATHERINE
To my fortunes and me. PRINCESS
Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree,
This civil war of wits were much better used
On Navarre and his bookmen, for here ’tis abused. BOYET
If my observation, which very seldom lies, 240
By the heart’s still rhetoric, disclosèd wi’ th’ eyes,
Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected. PRINCESS
With what? BOYET
With that which we lovers entitle “affected.” PRINCESS
Your reason? 245 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 impressed,
Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed.
His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see, 250
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 locked in his eye,
As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy, 255
Who, tend’ring their own worth from where they
were glassed,
Did point you to buy them along as you passed.
His face’s own margent did quote such amazes
That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes. 260
I’ll give you Aquitaine, and all that is his,
An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. PRINCESS, to her Ladies
Come, to our pavilion. Boyet is disposed. BOYET
But to speak that in words which his eye hath
disclosed. 265
I only have made a mouth of his eye
By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. MARIA
Thou art an old lovemonger and speakest skillfully. KATHERINE
He is Cupid’s grandfather, and learns news of him. ROSALINE
Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is 270
but grim. BOYET
Do you hear, my mad wenches? MARIA
No. BOYET
What then, do
you see? 275 MARIA
Ay, our way to be gone. BOYET
You are too hard for me. They all exit. | Katherine and Boyet have a wit session, but the Princess asks them to save it for the boys of Navarre. Boyet has news for the Princess. The King thought she was attractive. He was ogling her the whole time he spouted that nonsense about Aquitaine. The Princess can't believe what she's hearing. Neither can the other maidens. They decide to go to their camp. |