# Love's Labour's Lost (1925) Yale/Text/Act II

Notes originally placed at the bottom of each page appear below, following Act II. Where these notes gloss a word in the text, the gloss can also be found by hovering over the text.
Where these notes refer to an end note (cf. n. = confer notam; "consult note"), a link to the accompanying end note is provided from the Footnotes section. The end notes accompanying Act II begin on page 110 of the original volume.
Layout 2
ACT SECOND
Scene One
[The King of Navarre's Park. A Pavilion and Tents at a distance]
Enter the Princess of France, with three attending Ladies [Rosaline, Maria, Katharine,] and three Lords [Boyet and attending Lords].
Boyet. Now, madam, summon up your dearest spirits: Consider whom the king your father sends, To whom he sends, and what's his embassy: Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem, 4 To parley with the sole inheritor Of all perfections that a man may owe, Matchless Navarre; the plea of no less weight Than Aquitaine, a dowry for a queen. 8 Be now as prodigal of all dear grace As Nature was in making graces dear, When she did starve the general world beside, And prodigally gave them all to you. 12
Prin. Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise: Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues. 16 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: 24 Therefore to's seemeth it a needful course, Before we enter his forbidden gates, To know his pleasure; and in that behalf, Bold of your worthiness, we single you 28 As our best-moving fair solicitor. Tell him, the daughter of the King of France, On serious business, craving quick dispatch, Importunes personal conference with his Grace. 32 Haste, signify so much; while we attend, Like humble-visag'd suitors, his high will.
Boyet. Proud of employment, willingly I go.
Exit Boyet.
Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is so. 36 Who are the votaries, my loving lords, That are vow-fellows with this virtuous duke?
[A] Lord. Longaville is one.
Prin. Know you the man?
1. Lad. [Maria]. I know him, madam: at a marriage feast, 40 Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Jacques Falconbridge solemnized, In Normandy saw I this Longaville. A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; 44 Well fitted in the 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,— 48 Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will; ​Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills It should none spare that come within his power.
Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is 't so? 52
1. Lad. They say so most that most his humours know.
Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they grow. Who are the rest?
2. Lad. [Kath.] The young Dumaine, a well-accomplish'd youth, 56 Of all that virtue love for virtue lov'd: Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill, For he hath wit to make an ill shape good, And shape to win grace though he had no wit. 60 I saw him at the Duke Alençon's once; And much too little of that good I saw Is my report to his great worthiness.
3. Lad. [Ros.] Another of these students at that time 64 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. 68 His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, 72 Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse. 76
Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love, ​That every one her own hath garnished With such bedecking ornaments of praise?
[A] Lord. Here comes Boyet.
Enter Boyet.
Prin. Now, what admittance, lord? 80
Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach; And he and his competitors in oath Were all address'd to meet you, gentle lady, Before I came. Marry, thus much I have learnt; 84 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. 88
Enter Navarre, Longaville, Dumaine, and Berowne.
Here comes Navarre.
King. Fair princess, welcome to the court of Navarre.
Prin. 'Fair' I give you back again; and 'welcome' I have not yet: the roof of this court 92 is too high to be yours, and welcome to the wide fields too base to be mine.
King. You shall be welcome, madam, to my court.
Prin. I will be welcome, then: conduct me thither. 96
King. Hear me, dear lady; I have sworn an oath.
Prin. Our Lady help my lord! he'll be forsworn.
King. Not for the world, fair madam, by my will.
Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing else. 100
King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is.
Prin. Were my lord so, his ignorance were wise, Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. ​I hear your grace hath sworn out house-keeping: 104 '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. 108 Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, And suddenly resolve me in my suit. [Gives a paper.]
King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may.
Prin. You will the sooner that I were away, 112 For you'll prove perjur'd if you make me stay.
Ber. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
Ber. I know you did.
Ros. How needless was it then 116 To ask the question!
Ber. You must not be so quick.
Ros. 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such questions.
Ber. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire.
Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire. 120
Ber. What time o' day?
Ros. The hour that fools should ask.
Ber. Now fair befall your mask!
Ros. Fair fall the face it covers! 124
Ber. And send you many lovers!
Ros. Amen, so you be none.
Ber. Nay, then will I be gone.
King. Madam, your father here doth intimate 128 The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; Being but the one half of an entire sum Disbursed by my father in his wars. But say that he, or we,—as neither have,— 132 ​Receiv'd 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 valu'd to the money's worth. 136 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. 140 But that, it seems, he little purposeth, For here he doth demand to have repaid A hundred thousand crowns; and not demands, On payment of a hundred thousand crowns, 144 To have his title live in Aquitaine; Which we much rather had depart withal, And have the money by our father lent, Than Aquitaine, so gelded as it is. 148 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, And go well satisfied to France again. 152
Prin. 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. 156
King. I do protest I never heard of it; And if you prove it, I'll repay it back Or yield up Aquitaine.
Prin. We arrest your word. Boyet, you can produce acquittances 160 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: 164 To-morrow 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 168 As honour, without breach of honour, may Make tender of to thy true worthiness. You may not come, fair princess, in my gates; But here without you shall be so receiv'd, 172 As you shall deem yourself lodg'd in my heart, Though so denied fair harbour in my house. Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell: To-morrow shall we visit you again. 176
Prin. Sweet health and fair desires consort your Grace!
King. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place!
Exit [King].
Ber. Lady, I will commend you to mine own heart.
Ros. Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it. 180
Ber. I would you heard it groan.
Ros. Is the fool sick?
Ber. Sick at the heart.
Ros. Alack! let it blood. 184
Ber. Would that do it good?
Ros. My physic says, 'ay.'
Ber. Will you prick't with your eye?
Ros. No point, with my knife. 188
Ber. Now, God save thy life!
Ros. And yours from long living!
​Ber. I cannot stay thanksgiving.
Exit [i.e. Retires].
Dum. [Advancing.] Sir, I pray you a word: what lady is that same? 192
Boyet. The heir of Alençon, Katharine her name.
Dum. A gallant lady. Monsieur, fare you well.
Exit.
Long. I beseech you a word: what is she in the white?
Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the light. 196
Long. Perchance light in the light. I desire her name.
Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire that were a shame.
Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter?
Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard. 200
Long. God's blessing on your beard!
Boyet. Good sir, be not offended. She is an heir of Falconbridge.
Long. Nay, my choler is ended. 204 She is a most sweet lady.
Boyet. Not unlike, sir; that may be.
Exit Longaville.
Enter Berowne [i.e. he advances].
Ber. What's her name, in the cap?
Boyet. Rosaline, by good hap. 208
Ber. Is she wedded or no?
Boyet. To her will, sir, or so.
Ber. You are welcome, sir. Adieu.
​Boyet. Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you. 212
Exit Berowne.
Mar. That last is Berowne, the merry madcap lord: Not a word with him but a jest.
Boyet. And every jest but a word.
Prin. It was well done of you to take him at his word.
Boyet. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to board. 216
Kath. Two hot sheeps, marry!
Boyet. And wherefore not ships? No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips.
Kath. You sheep, and I pasture: shall that finish the jest?
Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.
[Offering to kiss her.]
Kath. Not so, gentle beast. 220 My lips are no common, though several they be.
Boyet. Belonging to whom?
Kath. To my fortunes and me.
Prin. Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree. This civil war of wits were much better us'd 224 On Navarre and his book-men, for here 'tis abus'd.
Boyet. If my observation,—which very seldom lies, By the heart's still rhetoric disclosed with eyes,— Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected. 228
Prin. With what?
Boyet. With that which we lovers entitle affected.
Prin. Your reason.
Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their retire 232 ​To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire. His heart, like an agate, with your print impress'd, Proud with his form, in his eye pride express'd. His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see, 236 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 lock'd in his eye, 240 As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy; Who, tend'ring their own worth from where they were glass'd, Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd. His face's own margent did quote such amazes, 244 That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes. I'll give you Aquitaine, and all that is his, An you give him for my sake but one loving kiss.
Prin. Come to our pavilion: Boyet is dispos'd. 248
Boyet. But to speak that in words which his eye hath disclos'd. I only have made a mouth of his eye, By adding a tongue which I know will not lie.
Ros. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st skilfully. 252
Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of him,
Kath. Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is but grim.
Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches?
Ros. No.
Boyet. What, then, do you see?
​Ros. Ay, our way to be gone.
Boyet. You are too hard for me. 256
Exeunt Omnes.
Footnotes to Act II
Scene One
​1 dearest: best 7 Navarre: King of Navarre plea: suit 16 utter'd: sold chapmen's: shopmen's ​25 to's: to us 28 Bold: confident 29 best-moving fair: persuasive and just 33 attend: await 38 duke: i.e. king (cf. I. i. 180, I. ii. 134) 41 Lord Perigort; cf. n. 46 would: i.e. would do 49 blunt: harsh ​50 still: ever 57 Of: by 59 shape: form, or figure 63 report: testimony; cf. n. 68 withal: with 72 conceit's expositor: expounder of fancy 74 Cf. n. ​82 competitors: associates 83 address'd: ready 92 roof of this court: i.e. the heaven 103 Where: whereas ​104 sworn out house-keeping: forsworn hospitality 110 suddenly: quickly 118 'long: along, because 123 fair befall: mercy on 130 Cf. n. ​146 depart withal: part with 148 gelded: maimed 151 A . . . reason: a rather unreasonable yielding 155 unseeming: seeming not 159 arrest: take up, challenge ​164 specialties: corroborative documents 173 As: that 177 consort: accompany 184 let it blood; cf. n. 188 No point; cf. n. ​193 Katharine; cf. n. 196 an: if 197 light in the light: of light conduct if known 201 Cf. n. 206 unlike: unlikely ​212 Cf. n. 217 Kath.; cf. n. 221 common, though several; cf. n. 225 abus'd: misused 227 rhetoric: language 230 affected: loving, sentimental ​233 court: governing center 235 with his: with its 236 to speak and not see: not to be able to see rather than to speak 239 To feel only looking: that they might feel only in looking 243 point: invite 244 margent: margin; cf. n. quote: note 248 dispos'd: inclined to be merry 249 But: i.e. disposed only