The Princess of France Page #6

What is in you?

Why dost thou tear it?

A toy, a toy, you need not fear it.

It did move him to passion,

and therefore let's hear it.

It is Antonio's writing,

and here is his name.

You whoreson loggerhead!

You were born to do me shame.

Guilty, my lord, guilty! I confess.

What?

That you three fools lack'd me

fool to make up the mess,

he, she, and you, and I,

are pick-purses in love,

and we deserve to die.

Now the number is even.

True, true, we are four.

Will these turtles be gone?

Hence, sirs, away!

Walk aside the true folk,

and let the traitors stay.

Sweet lords, sweet lovers,

O, let us embrace!

As true we are as flesh and blood can be,

young blood doth not obey an old decree.

We cannot cross the cause

why we were born.

What, did these rent lines show

some love of thine?

Did they, quoth you?

Who sees the heavenly love,

that, like a rude and savage man of Inde,

bows not his vassal head

and strucken blind

kisses the base ground

with obedient breast?

What peremptory eagle-sighted eye

dares look upon the heaven of her brow,

that is not blinded by her majesty?

What zeal, what fury hath inspired

thee now?

I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear.

Are we not all in love?

Nothing so sure, and thereby all forsworn.

Then leave this chat, and,

Antonio, now prove our loving lawful,

and our faith not torn.

Ay, marry, there,

some flattery for this evil.

Some tricks, some quillets,

how to cheat the devil.

- Some salve for perjury.

- 'Tis more than need.

Shut up.

Have at you, then,

affection's men at arms.

Consider what you first did swear unto,

to fast, to study, and to see no woman,

flat treason 'gainst

the kingly state of youth.

Say, can you fast?

Your stomachs are too young,

and abstinence

engenders maladies.

And where that you have vow'd

to study, lords,

for when would you, or you, or you

in leaden contemplation have

found out such fiery numbers

as the prompting eyes

of beauty's tutors have enriched you with?

Other slow arts entirely keep the brain.

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive,

from whence doth spring

the true Promethean fire.

They are the ground, the books,

the academes

that show, contain

and nourish all the world,

else none at all in ought

proves excellent.

Then fools you were

these women to forswear.

For wisdom's sake,

a word that all men love.

Or for love's sake,

a word that loves all men.

Or for men's sake,

the authors of these women.

Or women's sake, by whom we men are men.

Let us once lose our oaths

to find ourselves,

or else we lose ourselves

to keep our oaths.

Saint Cupid, then!

And, soldiers, to the field!

Advance your standards,

and upon them, lords.

Pell-mell, down with them!

But be first advised.

Shall we resolve to woo

these girls of France?

And win them, too.

- Good?

- Yes, it was okay.

I heard about you and Guillermo.

- Bye, Ana.

- Bye.

- Goodbye, girls.

- Bye.

Victor!

Victor!

- My keys!

- What?

My keys! You have them.

The keys.

No, Paula must have them.

Got my keys?

Thanks.

What followed was not nice.

Paula did not come to Mexico, and

didn't want to continue with the pilot.

Despite that, I managed to assemble

the best project possible,

and two months later

I learned that it was approved.

But every time I listened to it,

when I heard her say,

Shall we resolve to woo

these girls of France?"

couldn't help but think how

that day it should have ended.

I'd have preferred it

to have gone differently.

Something more like this.

I love you.

It is not the fashion to see

the lady the epilogue,

but it is no more unhandsome

than to see the lord the prologue.

If it be true that good wine

needs no bush,

'tis true that a good play

needs no epilogue.

Yet to good wine they do use good bushes,

and good plays prove the better

by the help of good epilogues.

What a case am I in, then,

that am neither a good epilogue

nor cannot insinuate with you

in the behalf of a good play.

I am not furnished like a beggar,

therefore to beg will not become me,

my way is to conjure you,

and I'll begin with the women.

I charge you, 0 women,

for the love you bear to men,

to like as much of this play

as please you,

and I charge you, 0 men,

for the love you bear to women,

as I perceive by your simpering,

none of you hates them,

that between you and the women

the play may please.

H' I were a woman, I would kiss

as many of you as had beards

that pleased me, complexions that! liked,

and breaths that I defied not.

And, I am sure, as many as have

good beards, or good faces,

or sweet breaths,

will, for my kind offer,

when I make curtsy,

bid me farewell.

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