ROSALINE. Another of these students at that time 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, 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 aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished, So sweet and voluble is his discourse. PRINCESS. God bless my ladies! Are they all in love, That every one her own hath garnished With such bedecking ornaments of praise? 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, 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. Enter King of Navarre, Longaville, Dumaine, Berowne and Attendants. 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 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. 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. 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. 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. [_The King reads the paper._] 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! 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? 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.