He's very tiresome,
Our worthy King.
RICH. Fie! Kings are never tiresome
Save to their ministers. What courtly gallants
Charm ladies most?--De Sourdioc' Longueville, or
The favorite Baradas?
JULIE. A smileless man--
I fear and shun him.
RICH. Yet he courts thee!
JULIE. Then
He is more tiresome than his Majesty.
RICH. Right, girl, shun Baradas. Yet of these flowers
Of France, not one, in whose more honeyed breath
Thy heart hears Summer whisper?
_Enter_ HUGUET.
HUGUET. The Chevalier De Mauprat waits below.
JULIE. (_starting up_). De Mauprat!
RICH. Hem! He has been tiresome too!--Anon. [_Exit_ HUGUET.
JULIE: What doth he?
I mean--I--Does your Eminence--that is--
Know you Messire de Mauprat?
RICH. Well!--and you--
Has he addressed you often?
JULIE. Often? No--
Nine times: nay, ten;--the last time by the lattice
Of the great staircase.(_In a melancholy tone_.) The
Court sees him rarely.
RICH. A bold and forward royster!
JULIE. _He_? nay, modest,
Gentle and sad, methinks,
RICH.
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