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Reference: V2v - Comedies, p. 232

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All's Well that Ends Well.

Get thee a good husband, and vse him as he vses thee:

[215]

So farewell.

Hel. Our remedies oft in our selues do lye, Which we ascribe to heauen: the fated skye Giues vs free scope, onely doth backward pull Our slow designes, when we our selues are dull.
[220]
What power is it, which mounts my loue so hye, That makes me see, and cannot feede mine eye? The mightiest space in fortune, Nature brings To ioyne like, likes; and kisse like natiue things. Impossible be strange attempts to those
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That weigh their paines in sence, and do suppose What hath beene, cannot be. Who euer stroue To shew her merit, that did misse her loue? (The Kings disease) my proiect may deceiue me, But my intents are fixt, and will not leaue me.
Exit
[Act 1, Scene 2] Flourish Cornets. Enter the King of France with Letters, and diuers Attendants. King.
[230]
The Florentines and Senoys are by th' eares, Haue fought with equall fortune, and continue A brauing warre.
1. Lo. G. So tis reported sir. King. Nay tis most credible, we heere receiue it,
[235]
A certaintie vouch'd from our Cosin Austria, With caution, that the Florentine will moue vs For speedie ayde: wherein our deerest friend Preiudicates the businesse, and would seeme To haue vs make deniall.
1. Lo. G.
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His loue and wisedome Approu'd so to your Maiesty, may pleade For amplest credence.
King. He hath arm'd our answer, And Florence is deni'de before he comes:
[245]
Yet for our Gentlemen that meane to see The Tuscan seruice, freely haue they leaue To stand on either part.
2. Lo. E. It well may serue A nursserie to our Gentrie, who are sicke
[250]
For breathing, and exploit.
King. What's he comes heere. Enter Bertram, Lafew, and Parolles. 1. Lor. G.

It is the Count Rosignoll my good Lord,

Yong Bertram.

King. Youth, thou bear'st thy Fathers face,
[255]
Franke Nature rather curious then in hast Hath well compos'd thee: Thy Fathers morall parts Maist thou inherit too: Welcome to Paris.
Ber. My thankes and dutie are your Maiesties. Kin. I would I had that corporall soundnesse now,
[260]
As when thy father, and my selfe, in friendship First tride our souldiership: he did looke farre Into the seruice of the time, and was Discipled of the brauest. He lasted long, But on vs both did haggish Age steale on,
[265]
And wore vs out of act: It much repaires me To talke of your good father; in his youth He had the wit, which I can well obserue To day in our yong Lords: but they may iest Till their owne scorne returne to them vnnoted
[270]
Ere they can hide their leuitie in honour: So like a Courtier, contempt nor bitternesse

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Were in his pride, or sharpnesse; if they were, His equall had awak'd them, and his honour Clocke to it selfe, knew the true minute when
[275]
Exception bid him speake: and at this time His tongue obey'd his hand. Who were below him, He vs'd as creatures of another place, A nd bow'd his eminent top to their low rankes, Making them proud of his humilitie,
[280]
In their poore praise he humbled: Such a man Might be a copie to these yonger times; Which followed well, would demonstrate them now But goers backward.
Ber. His good remembrance sir
[285]
Lies richer in your thoughts, then on his tombe: So in approofe liues not his Epitaph, As in your royall speech.
King. Would I were with him he would alwaies say, (Me thinkes I heare him now) his plausiue words
[290]
He scatter'd not in eares, but grafted them To grow there and to beare: Let me not liue, This his good melancholly oft began On the Catastrophe and heele of pastime When it was out: Let me not liue (quoth hee)
[295]
After my flame lackes oyle, to be the snuffe Of yonger spirits, whose apprehensiue senses All but new things disdaine; whose iudgements are Meere fathers of their garments: whose constancies Expire before their fashions: this he wish'd.
[300]
I after him, do after him wish too: Since I nor wax nor honie can bring home, I quickly were dissolued from my hiue To giue some Labourers roome.
L.2.E. You'r loued Sir,
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They that least lend it you, shall lacke you first.
Kin. I fill a place I know't: how long ist Count Since the Physitian at your fathers died? He was much fam'd. Ber. Some six moneths since my Lord. Kin.
[310]
If he were liuing, I would try him yet. Lend me an arme: the rest haue worne me out With seuerall applications: Nature and sicknesse Debate it at their leisure. Welcome Count, My sonne's no deerer.
Ber.
[315]
Thanke your Maiesty.
Exit
[Act 1, Scene 3] Flourish. Enter Countesse, Steward, and Clowne. Coun.

I will now heare, what say you of this gentle­

woman.

Ste.

Maddam the care I haue had to euen your con­

tent, I wish might be found in the Kalender of my past

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endeuours, for then we wound our Modestie, and make

foule the clearnesse of our deseruings, whenof our selues

we publish them.

Coun.

What doe's this knaue heere? Get you gone

sirra: the complaints I haue heard of you I do not all be­

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leeue, 'tis my slownesse that I doe not: For I know you

lacke not folly to commit them, & haue abilitie enough

to make such knaueries yours.

Clo.

'Tis not vnknown to you Madam, I am a poore

fellow.

Coun.
[330]

Well sir.

Clo.

No maddam,

'Tis not so well that I am poore, though manie of

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[Act 1, Scene 2] Flourish Cornets. Enter the King of France with Letters, and diuers Attendants. King.
[230]
The Florentines and Senoys are by th' eares, Haue fought with equall fortune, and continue A brauing warre.
1. Lo. G. So tis reported sir. King. Nay tis most credible, we heere receiue it,
[235]
A certaintie vouch'd from our Cosin Austria, With caution, that the Florentine will moue vs For speedie ayde: wherein our deerest friend Preiudicates the businesse, and would seeme To haue vs make deniall.
1. Lo. G.
[240]
His loue and wisedome Approu'd so to your Maiesty, may pleade For amplest credence.
King. He hath arm'd our answer, And Florence is deni'de before he comes:
[245]
Yet for our Gentlemen that meane to see The Tuscan seruice, freely haue they leaue To stand on either part.
2. Lo. E. It well may serue A nursserie to our Gentrie, who are sicke
[250]
For breathing, and exploit.
King. What's he comes heere. Enter Bertram, Lafew, and Parolles. 1. Lor. G.

It is the Count Rosignoll my good Lord,

Yong Bertram.

King. Youth, thou bear'st thy Fathers face,
[255]
Franke Nature rather curious then in hast Hath well compos'd thee: Thy Fathers morall parts Maist thou inherit too: Welcome to Paris.
Ber. My thankes and dutie are your Maiesties. Kin. I would I had that corporall soundnesse now,
[260]
As when thy father, and my selfe, in friendship First tride our souldiership: he did looke farre Into the seruice of the time, and was Discipled of the brauest. He lasted long, But on vs both did haggish Age steale on,
[265]
And wore vs out of act: It much repaires me To talke of your good father; in his youth He had the wit, which I can well obserue To day in our yong Lords: but they may iest Till their owne scorne returne to them vnnoted
[270]
Ere they can hide their leuitie in honour: So like a Courtier, contempt nor bitternesse Were in his pride, or sharpnesse; if they were, His equall had awak'd them, and his honour Clocke to it selfe, knew the true minute when
[275]
Exception bid him speake: and at this time His tongue obey'd his hand. Who were below him, He vs'd as creatures of another place, A nd bow'd his eminent top to their low rankes, Making them proud of his humilitie,
[280]
In their poore praise he humbled: Such a man Might be a copie to these yonger times; Which followed well, would demonstrate them now But goers backward.
Ber. His good remembrance sir
[285]
Lies richer in your thoughts, then on his tombe: So in approofe liues not his Epitaph, As in your royall speech.
King. Would I were with him he would alwaies say, (Me thinkes I heare him now) his plausiue words
[290]
He scatter'd not in eares, but grafted them To grow there and to beare: Let me not liue, This his good melancholly oft began On the Catastrophe and heele of pastime When it was out: Let me not liue (quoth hee)
[295]
After my flame lackes oyle, to be the snuffe Of yonger spirits, whose apprehensiue senses All but new things disdaine; whose iudgements are Meere fathers of their garments: whose constancies Expire before their fashions: this he wish'd.
[300]
I after him, do after him wish too: Since I nor wax nor honie can bring home, I quickly were dissolued from my hiue To giue some Labourers roome.
L.2.E. You'r loued Sir,
[305]
They that least lend it you, shall lacke you first.
Kin. I fill a place I know't: how long ist Count Since the Physitian at your fathers died? He was much fam'd. Ber. Some six moneths since my Lord. Kin.
[310]
If he were liuing, I would try him yet. Lend me an arme: the rest haue worne me out With seuerall applications: Nature and sicknesse Debate it at their leisure. Welcome Count, My sonne's no deerer.
Ber.
[315]
Thanke your Maiesty.
Exit
 

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