Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Brag. Enter the Princesse of France, with three attending Ladies,
Brag. and three Lords.
Boyet. Boyet.
Boyet. Now Madam summon vp your dearest spirits,
Boyet. Consider who the King your father sends:
Boyet. To whom he sends, and what's his Embassie.
Boyet. Your selfe, held precious in the worlds esteeme,
Boyet. To parlee with the sole inheritour
Boyet. Of all perfections that a man may owe,
Boyet. Matchlesse Nauarre, the plea of no lesse weight
Boyet. Then Aquitaine, a Dowrie for a Queene.
Boyet. Be now as prodigall of all deare grace,
Boyet. As Nature was in making Graces deare,
Boyet. When she did starue the generall world beside,
Boyet. And prodigally gaue them all to you.
Queen. Queen.
Queen. Good L. Boyet, my beauty though but mean,
Queen. Needs not the painted flourish of your praise:
Queen. Beauty is bought by iudgement of the eye,
Queen. Not vttred by base sale of chapmens tongues: