SCENE I. Navarre. The King\'s park
Enter the King, BEROWNE, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN
KING. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live regist\'red upon
our brazen tombs, And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite
of cormorant devouring Time, Th\' endeavour of this present breath may
buy That honour which shall bate his scythe\'s keen edge, And make us
heirs of all eternity. Therefore, brave conquerors- for so you are That war
against your own affections And the huge army of the world\'s desires- Our
late edict shall strongly stand in force: Navarre shall be the wonder of the
world; Our court shall be a little Academe, Still and contemplative in
living art. You three, Berowne, Dumain, and Longaville, Have sworn for
three years\' term to live with me My fellow-scholars, and to keep those
statutes That are recorded in this schedule here. Your oaths are pass\'d; and
now subscribe your names, That his own hand may strike his honour down
That violates the smallest branch herein. If you are arm\'d to do as sworn to
do, Subscribe to your deep oaths, and keep it too. LONGAVILLE. I am
resolv\'d; \'tis but a three years\' fast. The mind shall banquet, though the
body pine. Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits Make rich the
ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits. DUMAIN. My loving lord, Dumain is
mortified. The grosser manner of these world\'s delights He throws upon
the gross world\'s baser slaves; To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die,
With all these living in philosophy.