BOYET

Now Maddame summon up your dearest spirits, Consider who the King your father sends: To whom he sends, and whats his Embassy. Your self, held precious in the world's esteem, To parlee with the sole inheritoure Of all perfections that a man may owe, Matchless Navarre, the plea of no less weight, Then Aquitaine a Dowry for a Queen. Be now as prodigal of all Dear grace, As Nature was in making Graces deer, When she did starve the general world beside, And prodigally gave them all to you. Navarre had notice of your fair approach, And he and his compettitours in oath, Were all addressed to meet you gentle Lady 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, Then seek a dispensation for his oath: To let you enter his unpeeled house. So please your Grace, the packet is not come, Where that and other specialties are bound: To morrow you shall have a sighed of them. The heir of Alanson, Rosalin her name. A woman sometime, and you saw her in the light. But she her self is hit lower: Have I hit her now? They will not answer to that Epythat You were best call it Daughter beamed eyes. What would you with the Princes? Madame, and pretty Mistress's give ear Immediately they will again be here, In their own shapes: for it can never be, They will digest this harsh indignity. Ladies, withdraw: the gallants are at hand, Gone to her Tent. Please it your Majesty come mand me any service to her thither, Full merely hath this brave nuage, this car re been run. Your Nose says no, you are not: for it stands too right. To make Judas hang him self. A Cytterne head. The pummel of Caesars Falchion. Therefore as he is, and Ass, let him go: And so adue sweet Jude. Nay, Why dost thou stay? A light for Mounsier Judas, it grows dark, he may stumble. But is this Hector? Renowned Pompey. Here comes a member of the common wealth. I am bound to serve. This letter is mistook: it imports none here. It is writ to Iaquenetta. Loves her by the foot. No, he is best endued in the small. BY heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible: true that thou art beauteous, truth it self that thou art lovely: more fairer then fair, beautiful then beau tious, truer then truth it self: have commiseration on thy heroical Vassal. The magnanimous and most illustrate King Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate Beggar Zenelophon: and he it was that might rightly say, Veni, vidi, vici: Which to annothanize in the vulgar, Oh base and obscure vulgar; videliset, He came, See, and overcame: He came, one; see, two; couercame, three. Who came? the King. Why did he come? to see. Why did he see? to over come. To whom came he? to the Beggar. What saw he? the Beggar. Who overcame he? the Beg The conclusion is victory: On whose side? the King: the captive is enriched, on whose side? the Beggars. The catastrophe is a Nuptial, on whose side? the Kings: no, on both in one, or one in both. I am the King (for so stands the comparison) thou the Beg her, for so witnesseth thy lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may. Shall I enforce thy love? I could. Shall I en treat thy love? I will. What, shalt thou exchange for rags robes, for tittles titles, for thy self, me. Thus expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy every partly. Thus dost thou hear the nemean Lion roar, Gainst thee thou Lamb, that standest as his pray: Submissive fallen his princely feet before, And he from forage will incline to play. But if thou strive (poor soul) what art thou then? Food for his rage, repasture for his den. Here comes Navarre. Her mother's, I have herd. Good sir be not offended, She is and heir of Falcon-bridge. And wherefore not Ships? No Sheep (sweet Lamb) unless we feed on your lips. So you grant pasture for me. Belonging to whom? If my observation (which very seldom lies By the hearts still rhetoric, disclosed with eyes. Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected. With that which we Lovers entitle Affected. Why all his behaviours did make their retire, To the court of his eye, peeping through desire. His heart Like and Agot with your print impressed, Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed. His tongue all impatient to speak and not see, 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: Me thought all his senses were lokt in his eye, As Jewels in Crystal for some Prince to buy. Who tendering their own worth from where they were glast, Did point you to buy them along as you passed, His faces own margin did coat such amazes, That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes. I'll give you Aquitai e, and all that is his, And you give him for my sake but one loving kiss. But to speak that in words, which his eye hath disclosed. I only have made a mouth of his eye, By adding a tongue which I know will not lie. A mark, Oh mark but that mark: a mark says my Lady. Let the mark have a prick in't, to meat at, if it may be. I fear too much rubbing: good night my good owl. She hath but one for her self, to desire that were a shame. Not unlike sir, that may be.