How needless was it then
To ask the question?
Ber.
You must not be so quick.
Kath.
’Tis long of you that spur me with such questions.
Ber.
Your wit’s too hot, it speeds too fast, ’twill tire.
Kath.
Not till it leave the rider in the mire.
Ber.
What time a’ day?
Kath.
The hour that fools should ask.
Ber.
Now fair befall your mask!
Kath.
Fair fall the face it covers!
Ber.
And send you many lovers!
Kath.
Amen, so you be none.
Ber.
Nay then will I be gone.
King.
Madam, your father here doth intimate
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,
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 valued to the money’s worth.
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:
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,
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,
And go well satisfied to France again.
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.
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
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:
To-morrow you shall have a sight of them.
King.
It shall suffice me; at which interview
All liberal reason I will yield unto.
Mean time receive such welcome at my hand
As honor (without breach of honor) may
Make tender of to thy true worthiness.
You may not come, fair Princess, within my gates,
But here without you shall be so receiv’d
As you shall deem yourself lodg’d in my heart,
Though so denied fair harbor in my house.
Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell.
To-morrow shall we visit you again.
Prin.
Sweet health and fair desires consort your Grace!
King.
Thy own wish wish I thee in every place.
Exit [with Longaville, Dumaine, and Attendants].
Ber.
Lady, I will commend you to [mine own] heart.
Ros.
Pray you, do my commendations—I would be glad to see it.
