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Love’s Labour’s Lost: Act 2, Scene 1

Love’s Labour’s Lost
Act 2, Scene 1

Scene 1

The King of Navarre’s park.

  1. Enter the Princess of France with three attending Ladies
  2. (Rosaline, Maria, Katherine) and three Lords, one named
  3. Boyet.

Boyet

4 - 15
  1. Now, madam, summon up your dearest spirits;
  2. Consider who the King your father sends,
  3. To whom he sends, and what’s his embassy:
  4. Yourself, held precious in the world’s esteem,
  5. To parley with the sole inheritor
  6. Of all perfections that a man may owe,
  7. Matchless Navarre; the plea of no less weight
  8. Than Aquitaine, a dowry for a queen.
  9. Be now as prodigal of all dear grace
  10. As Nature was in making graces dear,
  11. When she did starve the general world beside
  12. And prodigally gave them all to you.

Princess

16 - 37
  1. Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,
  2. Needs not the painted flourish of your praise:
  3. Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
  4. Not utt’red by base sale of chapmen’s tongues.
  5. I am less proud to hear you tell my worth
  6. Than you much willing to be counted wise
  7. In spending your wit in the praise of mine.
  8. But now to task the tasker: good Boyet,
  9. You are not ignorant all-telling fame
  10. Doth noise abroad Navarre hath made a vow,
  11. Till painful study shall outwear three years,
  12. No woman may approach his silent court;
  13. Therefore to ’s seemeth it a needful course,
  14. Before we enter his forbidden gates,
  15. To know his pleasure; and in that behalf,
  16. Bold of your worthiness, we single you
  17. As our best-moving fair solicitor.
  18. Tell him, the daughter of the King of France,
  19. On serious business craving quick dispatch,
  20. Importunes personal conference with his Grace.
  21. Haste, signify so much, while we attend,
  22. Like humble-visag’d suitors, his high will.

Boyet

38 - 39
  1. Proud of employment, willingly I go.
  2. Exit Boyet.

Princess

40 - 42
  1. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so.
  2. Who are the votaries, my loving lords,
  3. That are vow-fellows with this virtuous Duke?

First French Lord

43
  1. Lord Longaville is one.

Princess

44
  1.                         Know you the man?

Maria

45 - 56
  1. I know him, madam; at a marriage-feast,
  2. Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir
  3. Of Jaques Falconbridge, solemnized
  4. In Normandy, saw I this Longaville,
  5. A man of sovereign parts, peerless esteem’d,
  6. Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms;
  7. Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.
  8. The only soil of his fair virtue’s gloss,
  9. If virtue’s gloss will stain with any soil,
  10. Is a sharp wit match’d with too blunt a will,
  11. Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills
  12. It should none spare that come within his power.

Princess

57
  1. Some merry mocking lord belike, is’t so?

Maria

58
  1. They say so most that most his humors know.

Princess

59 - 60
  1. Such short-liv’d wits do wither as they grow.
  2. Who are the rest?

Katherine

61 - 68
  1. The young Dumaine, a well-accomplish’d youth,
  2. Of all that virtue love for virtue loved;
  3. Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill;
  4. For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,
  5. And shape to win grace though he had no wit.
  6. I saw him at the Duke Alanson’s once,
  7. And much too little of that good I saw
  8. Is my report to his great worthiness.

Rosaline

69 - 81
  1. Another of these students at that time
  2. Was there with him, if I have heard a truth.
  3. Berowne they call him, but a merrier man,
  4. Within the limit of becoming mirth,
  5. I never spent an hour’s talk withal.
  6. His eye begets occasion for his wit,
  7. For every object that the one doth catch
  8. The other turns to a mirth-moving jest,
  9. Which his fair tongue, conceit’s expositor,
  10. Delivers in such apt and gracious words
  11. That aged ears play truant at his tales,
  12. And younger hearings are quite ravished,
  13. So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

Princess

82 - 84
  1. God bless my ladies! Are they all in love,
  2. That every one her own hath garnished
  3. With such bedecking ornaments of praise?

First French Lord

85
  1. Here comes Boyet.
  1. Enter Boyet.

Princess

87
  1.                   Now, what admittance, lord?

Boyet

88 - 99
  1. Navarre had notice of your fair approach,
  2. And he and his competitors in oath
  3. Were all address’d to meet you, gentle lady,
  4. Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt:
  5. He rather means to lodge you in the field,
  6. Like one that comes here to besiege his court,
  7. Than seek a dispensation for his oath,
  8. To let you enter his unpeopled house.
  9. Enter Ferdinand, King of Navarre, Longaville, Dumaine, and
  10. Berowne, and Attendants.
  11. Here comes Navarre.
  12. The ladies-in-waiting mask.

King

100
  1. Fair Princess, welcome to the court of Navarre.

Princess

101 - 103
  1. Fair I give you back again, and welcome I have not yet.
  2. The roof of this court is too high to be yours, and welcome
  3. to the wide fields too base to be mine.

King

104
  1. You shall be welcome, madam, to my court.

Princess

105
  1. I will be welcome thenconduct me thither.

King

106
  1. Hear me, dear lady: I have sworn an oath.

Princess

107
  1. Our Lady help my lord! He’ll be forsworn.

King

108
  1. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will.

Princess

109
  1. Why, will shall break it, will, and nothing else.

King

110
  1. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is.

Princess

111 - 119
  1. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise,
  2. Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance.
  3. I hear your Grace hath sworn out house-keeping:
  4. ’Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord,
  5. And sin to break it.
  6. But pardon me, I am too sudden bold;
  7. To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me.
  8. Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming,
  9. And suddenly resolve me in my suit.
  1. Giving a paper.

King

121
  1. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.

Princess

122 - 123
  1. You will the sooner, that I were away,
  2. For you’ll prove perjur’d if you make me stay.

Berowne

124
  1. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?

Rosaline

125
  1. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?

Berowne

126
  1. I know you did.

Rosaline

127 - 128
  1.                 How needless was it then
  2. To ask the question?

Berowne

129
  1.                      You must not be so quick.

Rosaline

130
  1. ’Tis long of you that spur me with such questions.

Berowne

131
  1. Your wit’s too hot, it speeds too fast, ’twill tire.

Rosaline

132
  1. Not till it leave the rider in the mire.

Berowne

133
  1. What time a’ day?

Rosaline

134
  1. The hour that fools should ask.

Berowne

135
  1. Now fair befall your mask!

Rosaline

136
  1. Fair fall the face it covers!

Berowne

137
  1. And send you many lovers!

Rosaline

138
  1. Amen, so you be none.

Berowne

139
  1. Nay then will I be gone.

King

140 - 164
  1. Madam, your father here doth intimate
  2. The payment of a hundred thousand crowns,
  3. Being but the one half of an entire sum
  4. Disbursed by my father in his wars.
  5. But say that he, or we, as neither have,
  6. Receiv’d that sum, yet there remains unpaid
  7. A hundred thousand more, in surety of the which
  8. One part of Aquitaine is bound to us,
  9. Although not valued to the money’s worth.
  10. If then the King your father will restore
  11. But that one half which is unsatisfied,
  12. We will give up our right in Aquitaine,
  13. And hold fair friendship with his Majesty.
  14. But that, it seems, he little purposeth:
  15. For here he doth demand to have repaid
  16. A hundred thousand crowns, and not demands,
  17. On payment of a hundred thousand crowns,
  18. To have his title live in Aquitaine;
  19. Which we much rather had depart withal,
  20. And have the money by our father lent,
  21. Than Aquitaine, so gelded as it is.
  22. Dear Princess, were not his requests so far
  23. From reason’s yielding, your fair self should make
  24. A yielding ’gainst some reason in my breast,
  25. And go well satisfied to France again.

Princess

165 - 168
  1. You do the King my father too much wrong,
  2. And wrong the reputation of your name,
  3. In so unseeming to confess receipt
  4. Of that which hath so faithfully been paid.

King

169 - 171
  1. I do protest I never heard of it;
  2. And, if you prove it, I’ll repay it back,
  3. Or yield up Aquitaine.

Princess

172 - 175
  1.                        We arrest your word.
  2. Boyet, you can produce acquittances
  3. For such a sum from special officers
  4. Of Charles his father.

King

176
  1.                        Satisfy me so.

Boyet

177 - 179
  1. So please your Grace, the packet is not come
  2. Where that and other specialties are bound:
  3. Tomorrow you shall have a sight of them.

King

180 - 190
  1. It shall suffice me; at which interview
  2. All liberal reason I will yield unto.
  3. Mean time receive such welcome at my hand
  4. As honor (without breach of honor) may
  5. Make tender of to thy true worthiness.
  6. You may not come, fair Princess, within my gates,
  7. But here without you shall be so receiv’d
  8. As you shall deem yourself lodg’d in my heart,
  9. Though so denied fair harbor in my house.
  10. Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell.
  11. Tomorrow shall we visit you again.

Princess

191
  1. Sweet health and fair desires consort your Grace!

King

192
  1. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place.
  1. Exit with Longaville, Dumaine, and Attendants.

Boyet

194
  1. Lady, I will commend you to mine own heart.

Rosaline

195
  1. Pray you, do my commendationsI would be glad to see it.

Boyet

196
  1. I would you heard it groan.

Rosaline

197
  1. Is the fool sick?

Boyet

198
  1. Sick at the heart.

Rosaline

199
  1. Alack, let it blood.

Boyet

200
  1. Would that do it good?

Rosaline

201
  1. My physic says ay.

Boyet

202
  1. Will you prick’t with your eye?

Rosaline

203
  1. No point, with my knife.

Boyet

204
  1. Now God save thy life!

Rosaline

205
  1. And yours from long living!

Berowne

206
  1. I cannot stay thanksgiving.
  1. Exit.
  1. Enter Dumaine.

Dumaine

209
  1. Sir, I pray you a word. What lady is that same?

Boyet

210
  1. The heir of Alanson, Katherine her name.

Dumaine

211
  1. A gallant lady. Monsieur, fare you well.
  1. Exit.
  1. Enter Longaville.

Longaville

214
  1. I beseech you a word. What is she in the white?

Boyet

215
  1. A woman sometimes, and you saw her in the light.

Longaville

216
  1. Perchance light in the light. I desire her name.

Boyet

217
  1. She hath but one for herself, to desire that were a shame.

Longaville

218
  1. Pray you, sir, whose daughter?

Boyet

219
  1. Her mother’s, I have heard.

Longaville

220
  1. God’s blessing on your beard!

Boyet

221 - 222
  1. Good sir, be not offended,
  2. She is an heir of Falconbridge.

Longaville

223 - 224
  1. Nay, my choler is ended.
  2. She is a most sweet lady.

Boyet

225
  1. Not unlike, sir, that may be.
  1. Exit Longaville.
  1. Enter Berowne.

Berowne

228
  1. What’s her name in the cap?

Boyet

229
  1. Rosaline, by good hap.

Berowne

230
  1. Is she wedded or no?

Boyet

231
  1. To her will, sir, or so.

Berowne

232
  1. O, you are welcome, sir, adieu.

Boyet

233
  1. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you.
  1. Exit Berowne.

Maria

235 - 236
  1. That last is Berowne, the merry madcap lord.
  2. Not a word with him but a jest.

Boyet

237
  1.                                 And every jest but a word.

Princess

238
  1. It was well done of you to take him at his word.

Boyet

239
  1. I was as willing to grapple as he was to board.

Katherine

240
  1. Two hot sheeps, marry.

Boyet

241 - 242
  1.                        And wherefore not ships?
  2. No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips.

Katherine

243
  1. You sheep, and I pasture: shall that finish the jest?

Boyet

244
  1. So you grant pasture for me.
  1. Offering to kiss her.

Katherine

246 - 247
  1.                              Not so, gentle beast.
  2. My lips are no common, though several they be.

Boyet

248
  1. Belonging to whom?

Katherine

249
  1.                    To my fortunes and me.

Princess

250 - 252
  1. Good wits will be jangling, but, gentles, agree:
  2. This civil war of wits were much better used
  3. On Navarre and his book-men, for here ’tis abused.

Boyet

253 - 255
  1. If my observation (which very seldom lies),
  2. By the heart’s still rhetoric, disclosed with eyes,
  3. Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.

Princess

256
  1. With what?

Boyet

257
  1. With that which we lovers entitle affected.”

Princess

258
  1. Your reason?

Boyet

259 - 274
  1. Why, all his behaviors did make their retire
  2. To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire:
  3. His heart like an agot with your print impressed,
  4. Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed;
  5. His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,
  6. Did stumble with haste in his eyesight to be;
  7. All senses to that sense did make their repair,
  8. To feel only looking on fairest of fair:
  9. Methought all his senses were lock’d in his eye,
  10. As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy,
  11. Who tend’ring their own worth from where they were glass’d,
  12. Did point you to buy them, along as you pass’d;
  13. His face’s own margent did quote such amazes
  14. That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes.
  15. I’ll give you Aquitaine and all that is his,
  16. And you give him for my sake but one loving kiss.

Princess

275
  1. Come to our pavilionBoyet is dispos’d.

Boyet

276 - 278
  1. But to speak that in words which his eye hath disclos’d.
  2. I only have made a mouth of his eye,
  3. By adding a tongue which I know will not lie.

Maria

279
  1. Thou art an old love-monger and speakest skillfully.

Katherine

280
  1. He is Cupid’s grandfather, and learns news of him.

Rosaline

281
  1. Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is but grim.

Boyet

282
  1. Do you hear, my mad wenches?

Maria

283
  1.                              No.

Boyet

284
  1.     What then, do you see?

Maria

285
  1. Ay, our way to be gone.

Boyet

286
  1.                         You are too hard for me.
  1. Exeunt omnes.
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