_Ros._ Another of these students at that time Was there with him, if I have heard a truth. 65 Biron 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, 70 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; 75 So sweet and voluble is his discourse. _Prin._ God bless my ladies! are they all in love, That every one her own hath garnished With such bedecking ornaments of praise? _First Lord._ Here comes Boyet. _Re-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: He rather means to lodge you in the field, 85 Like one that comes here to besiege his court, Than seek a dispensation for his oath, To let you enter his unpeeled house. Here comes Navarre. _Enter_ King, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BIRON, _and_ Attendants. _King._ Fair princess, welcome to the court of Navarre. 90 _Prin._ ‘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. _Prin._ I will be welcome, then: conduct me thither. 95 _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. _King._ Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. 100 _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: ’Tis deadly sin to keep that oath, my lord, And sin to break it. 105 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. _King._ Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. 110 _Prin._ You will the sooner, that I were away; For you’ll prove perjured, if you make me stay. _Biron._ Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? _Ros._ Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? _Biron._ I know you did. 115 _Ros._ How needless was it, then, to ask the question! _Biron._ You must not be so quick. _Ros._ ’Tis ’long of you that spur me with such questions. _Biron._ Your wit’s too hot, it speeds too fast, ’twill tire.