Fair princess, welcome to the school of Navarre.
“Fair” I give you back again, and “welcome” I have not yet. You three, Berowne, Dumaine, and Longaville, have sworn for three years’ term to live with
me, my fellow scholars. These are barren tasks, too hard to keep,
not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep! Did not I dance with you in Brabant once?
Did not I dance with YOU in Brabant once? I know you did.
How needless was it then to ask the question? Navarre is infected…with that which we lovers
entitle “affected.” They are in love! God bless my ladies, are they all in love
that every one her own hath garnished with such bedecking ornaments of praise?