01ACT IV

02SCENE I. The King of Navarre’s park

03Enter the Princess, a Forester, Rosaline, Maria, Katharine, Boyet and other Lords.

04PRINCESS.

05Was that the King that spurred his horse so hard

06Against the steep uprising of the hill?

07BOYET.

08I know not, but I think it was not he.

09PRINCESS.

10Whoe’er he was, he showed a mounting mind.

11Well, lords, today we shall have our dispatch;

12On Saturday we will return to France.

13Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush

14That we must stand and play the murderer in?

15FORESTER.

16Hereby, upon the edge of yonder coppice,

17A stand where you may make “the fairest shoot”.

18PRINCESS.

19I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,

20And thereupon thou speak’st the fairest shoot.

21FORESTER.

22Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.

23PRINCESS.

24What, what? First praise me, and again say no?