Love's Labour's Lost by William Shakespeare
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Here comes Navarre.
[The LADIES mask.] [Enter KING, LONGAVILLE, DUMAINE, BEROWNE, and ATTENDANTS.] 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. |
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