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
1 dearest: best
7 Navarre: King of Navarre
plea: suit
16 utter'd: sold
chapmen's: shopmen's
