They say so most that most his humours know.
Such short-lived wits do wither as they grow.
Who are the rest?
The young Dumain, a well-accomplished youth,
Of all that virtue love for virtue loved:
Most power to do
most harm, least knowing ill;
For he hath wit to make an ill shape good,
And shape to win grace though
he had no wit.
I saw him at the Duke Alencon's once;
And much too little of that good I saw
Is my report
to his great worthiness.
Another of these students at that time
Was there with him, if I have heard a truth.
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
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
And younger hearings are quite ravished;
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
God bless my ladies! are they all in love,
That every one her own hath garnished
With such bedecking
ornaments of praise?
Here comes Boyet.
Now, what admittance, lord?
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
Like one that comes here to besiege his court,
Than seek a dispensation for his oath,
To let you
enter his unpeopled house.
Here comes Navarre.
Enter FERDINAND, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BIRON, and Attendants
Fair princess, welcome to the court of Navarre.
'Fair' I give you back again; and 'welcome' I have
not yet: the roof of this court is too high to be
welcome to the wide fields too base to be mine.
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