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All's Well that Ends Well. Hell. My dutie then shall pay me for my paines: I will no more enforce mine office on you, Humbly intreating from your royall thoughts,
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A modest one to beare me backe againe.
King. I cannot giue thee lesse to be cal'd gratefull: Thou thoughtst to helpe me, and such thankes I giue, As one neere death to those that wish him liue: But what at full I know, thou knowst no part,
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I knowing all my perill, thou no Art.
Hell. What I can doe, can doe no hurt to try, Since you set vp your rest 'gainst remedie: He that of greatest workes is finisher, Oft does them by the weakest minister:
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So holy Writ, in babes hath iudgement showne, When Iudges haue bin babes; great flouds haue flowne From simple sources: and great Seas haue dried When Miracles haue by the great'st beene denied. Oft expectation failes, and most oft there
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Where most it promises: and oft it hits, Where hope is coldest, and despaire most shifts.
King. I must not heare thee, fare thee wel kind maide, Thy paines not vs'd, must by thy selfe be paid, Proffers not tooke, reape thanks for their reward. Hel.
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Inspired Merit so by breath is bard, It is not so with him that all things knowes As 'tis with vs, that square our guesse by showes: But most it is presumption in vs, when The help of heauen we count the act of men.
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Deare sir, to my endeauors giue consent, Of heauen, not me, make an experiment. I am not an Imposture, that proclaime My selfe against the leuill of mine aime, But know I thinke, and thinke I know most sure,
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My Art is not past power, nor you past cure.
King. Art thou so confident? Within what space Hop'st thou my cure? Hel. The greatest grace lending grace, Ere twice the horses of the sunne shall bring
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Their fiery torcher his diurnall ring, Ere twice in murke and occidentall dampe Moist Hesperus hath quench'd her sleepy Lampe: Or foure and twenty times the Pylots glasse Hath told the theeuish minutes, how they passe:
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What is infirme, from your sound parts shall flie, Health shall liue free, and sickenesse freely dye.
King. Vpon thy certainty and confidence, What dar'st thou venter? Hell. Taxe of impudence,
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A strumpets boldnesse, a divulged shame Traduc'd by odious ballads: my maidens name Seard otherwise, ne worse of worst extended With vildest torture, let my life be ended.
Kin. Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak
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His powerfull sound, within an organ weake: And what impossibility would slay In common sence, sence saues another way: Thy life is deere, for all that life can rate Worth name of life, in thee hath estimate:
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Youth, beauty, wisedome, courage, all That happines and prime, can happy call: Thou this to hazard, needs must intimate Skill infinite, or monstrous desperate, Sweet practiser, thy Physicke I will try,
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That ministers thine owne death if I die.
Hel. If I breake time, or flinch in property Of what I spoke, vnpittied let me die,

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And well deseru'd: not helping, death's my fee, But if I helpe, what doe you promise me. Kin.
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Make thy demand.

Hel.

But will you make it euen?

Kin.

I by my Scepter, and my hopes of helpe.

Hel. Then shalt thou giue me with thy kingly hand What husband in thy power I will command:
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Exempted be from me the arrogance To choose from forth the royall bloud of France, My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or image of thy state: But such a one thy vassall, whom I know
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Is free for me to aske, thee to bestow.
Kin. Heere is my hand, the premises obseru'd, Thy will by my performance shall be seru'd: So make the choice of thy owne time, for I Thy resolv'd Patient, on thee still relye:
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More should I question thee, and more I must, Though more to know, could not be more to trust: From whence thou cam'st, how tended on, but rest Vnquestion'd welcome, and vndoubted blest. Giue me some helpe heere hoa, if thou proceed,
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As high as word, my deed shall match thy deed.
Florish. Exit.
[Act 2, Scene 2] Enter Countesse and Clowne. Lady.

Come on sir, I shall now put you to the height

of your breeding.

Clown.

I will shew my selfe highly fed, and lowly

taught, I know my businesse is but to the Court.

Lady.
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To the Court, why what place make you spe­

ciall, when you put off that with such contempt, but to

the Court?

Clo.

Truly Madam, if God haue lent a man any man­

ners, hee may easilie put it off at Court: hee that cannot

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make a legge, put off's cap, kisse his hand, and say no­

thing, has neither legge, hands, lippe, nor cap; and in­

deed such a fellow, to say precisely, were not for the

Court, but for me, I haue an answere will serue all men.

Lady.

Marry that's a bountifull answere that fits all

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questions.

Clo.

It is like a Barbers chaire that fits all buttockes,

the pin buttocke, the quatch‑buttocke, the brawn but­

tocke, or any buttocke.

Lady.

Will your answere serue fit to all questions?

Clo.
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As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an Attu­

rney, as your French Crowne for your taffety punke, as

Tibs rush for Toms fore‑finger, as a pancake for Shroue‑

tuesday, a Morris for May‑day, as the naile to his hole,

the Cuckold to his horne, as a scolding queane to a

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wrangling knaue, as the Nuns lip to the Friers mouth,

nay as the pudding to his skin.

Lady.

Haue you, I say, an answere of such fitnesse for

all questions?

Clo.

From below your Duke, to beneath your Con­

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stable, it will fit any question.

Lady.

It must be an answere of most monstrous size,

that must fit all demands.

Clo.

But a triflle neither in good faith, if the learned

should speake truth of it: heere it is, and all that belongs

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to't. Aske mee if I am a Courtier, it shall doe you no

harme to learne.

Lady.

To be young againe if we could: I will bee a

foole in question, hoping to bee the wiser by you're an­

swer.

Lady All's Well that Ends Well. La.
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I pray you sir, are you a Courtier?

Clo.

O Lord sir theres a simple putting off: more,

more, a hundred of them.

La.

Sir I am a poore freind of yours, that loues you.

Clo.

O Lord sir, thicke, thicke, spare not me.

La.
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I thinke sir, you can eate none of this homely

meate.

Clo.

O Lord sir; nay put me too't, I warrant you.

La.

You were lately whipt sir as I thinke.

Clo.

O Lord sir, spare not me.

La.
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Doe you crie O Lord sir at your whipping, and

spare not me? Indeed your O Lord sir, is very sequent

to your whipping: you would answere very well to a

whipping if you were but bound too't.

Clo.

I nere had worse lucke in my life in my O Lord

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sir: I see things may serue long, but not serue euer.

La.

I play the noble huswife with the time, to enter­

taine it so merrily with a foole.

Clo.

O Lord sir, why there't serues well agen.

La. And end sir to your businesse: giue Hellen this,
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And vrge her to a present answer backe, Commend me to my kinsmen, and my sonne, This is not much.
Clo.

Not much commendation to them.

La. Not much imployement for you, you vnder­ stand me. Clo.
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Most fruitfully, I am there, before my legegs legges .

La.

Hast you agen.

Exeunt
[Act 2, Scene 3] Enter Count, Lafew, and Parolles. Ol. Laf.

They say miracles are past, and we haue our

Philosophicall persons, to make moderne and familiar

things supernaturall and causelesse. Hence is it, that we

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make trifles of terrours, ensconcing our selues into see­

ming knowledge, when we should submit our selues to

an vnknowne feare.

Par.

Why 'tis the rarest argument of wonder, that

hath shot out in our latter times.

Ros.
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And so 'tis.

Ol. Laf.

To be relinquisht of the Artists.

Par.

So I say both of Galen and Paracelsus.

Ol. Laf.

Of all the learned and authenticke fellowes.

Par.

Right so I say.

Ol. Laf.
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That gaue him out incureable.

Par.

Why there 'tis, so say I too.

Ol. Laf.

Not to be help'd.

Par.

Right, as 'twere a man assur'd of a⸺

Ol. Laf.

Vncertaine life, and sure death.

Par.
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Iust, you say well: so would I haue said.

Ol. Laf.

I may truly say, it is a noueltie to the world.

Par.

It is indeede if you will haue it in shewing, you

shall reade it in what do ye call there.

Ol. Laf.

A shewing of a heauenly effect in an earth­

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ly Actor.

Par.

That's it, I would haue said, the verie same.

Ol. Laf.

Why your Dolphin is not lustier: fore mee

I speake in respect⸺

Par.

Nay 'tis strange, 'tis very straunge, that is the

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breefe and the tedious of it, and he's of a most facineri­

ous spirit, that will not acknowledge it to be the⸺

Ol. Laf.

Very hand of heauen.

Par.

I, so I say.

Ol. Laf.

In a most weake⸺

Par.
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And debile minister great power, great tran­

cendence, which should indeede giue vs a further vse to

be made, then alone the recou'ry of the king, as to bee

Old Laf.

Generally thankfull.

Enter King, Hellen, and attendants. Par.

I would haue said it, you say well: heere comes

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the King.

Ol. Laf.

Lustique, as the Dutchman saies: Ile like a

maide the Better whil'st I haue a tooth in my head: why

he's able to leade her a Carranto.

Par.

Mor du vinager, is not this Helen?

Ol. Laf.
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Fore God I thinke so.

King. Goe call before mee all the Lords in Court, Sit my preseruer by thy patients side, And with this healthfull hand whose banisht sence Thou hast repeal'd, a second time receyue
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The confirmation of my promis'd guift, Which but attends thy naming. Enter 3 or 4 Lords. Faire Maide send forth thine eye, this youthfull parcel Of Noble Batchellors, stand at my bestowing, Ore whom both Soueraigne power, and fathers voice
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I haue to vse; thy franke election make, Thou hast power to choose, and they none to forsake.
Hel. To each of you, one faire and vertuous Mistris; Fall when loue please, marry to each but one. Old Laf. I'de giue bay curtall, and his furniture
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My mouth no more were broken then these boyes, And writ as little beard.
King. Peruse them well: Not one of those, but had a Noble father. She addresses her to a Lord. Hel.

Gentlemen, heauen hath through me, restor'd

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the king to health.

All.

We vnderstand it, and thanke heauen for you.

Hel. I am a simple Maide, and therein wealthiest That I protest, I simply am a Maide: Please it your Maiestie, I haue done already:
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The blushes in my cheekes thus whisper mee, We blush that thou shouldst choose, but be refused; Let the white death sit on thy cheeke for euer, Wee'l nere come there againe.
King. Make choise and see,
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Who shuns thy loue, shuns all his loue in mee.
Hel. Now Dian from thy Altar do I fly, And to imperiall loue, that God most high Do my sighes streame: Sir, wil you heare my suite? 1. Lo.

And grant it.

Hel.
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Thankes sir, all the rest is mute.

Ol. Laf. I had rather be in this choise, then throw Ames‑ace for my life. Hel. The honor sir that flames in your faire eyes, Before I speake too threatningly replies:
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Loue make your fortunes twentie times aboue Her that so wishes, and her humble loue.
2. Lo.

No better if you please.

Hel. My wish receiue, Which great loue grant, and so I take my leaue. Ol. Laf.
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Do all they denie her? And they were sons

of mine, I'de haue them whip'd, or I would send them

to'th Turke to make Eunuches of.

Hel. Be not afraid that I your hand should take, Ile neuer do you wrong for your owne sake:
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Blessing vpon your vowes, and in your bed Finde fairer fortune, if you euer wed.
Old Laf.

These boyes are boyes of Ice, they'le none haue All's Well that Ends Well.

haue heere: sure they are bastards to the English, the

French nere got em.

La.
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You are too young, too happie, and too good To make your selfe a sonne out of my blood.
4. Lord.

Faire one, I thinke not so.

Ol. Lord

There's one grape yet, I am sure thy father

drunke wine. But if thou be'st not an asse, I am a youth

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of fourteene: I haue knowne thee already.

Hel. I dare not say I take you, but I giue Me and my seruice, euer whilst I lieu Into your guiding power: This is the man. King.

Why then young Bertram take her shee's thy

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wife.

Ber. My wife my Leige? I shal beseech your highness In such a busines, giue me leaue to vse The helpe of mine owne eies. King.

Know'st thou not Bertram what shee ha's

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done for mee?

Ber.

Yes my good Lord, but neuer hope to know

why I should marrie her.

King.

Thou know'st shee ha's rais'd me from my sick­

ly bed.

Ber.
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But followes it my Lord, to bring me downe Must answer for your raising? I knowe her well: Shee had her breeding at my fathers charge: A poore Physitians daughter my wife? Disdaine Rather corrupt me euer.
King.
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Tis onely title thou disdainst in her, the which I can build vp: strange is it that our bloods Of colour, waight, and heat, pour'd all together, Would quite confound distinction: yet stands off In differences so mightie. If she bee
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All that is vertuous (saue what thou dislik'st) A poore Phisitians daughter, thou dislik'st Of vertue for the name: but doe not so: From lowest place, whence vertuous things proceed, The place is dignified by th' doers deede.
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Where great additions swell's, and vertue none, It is a dropsied honour. Good alone, Is good without a name? Vilenesse is so: The propertie by what is is, should go, Not by the title. Shee is young, wise, faire,
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In these, to Nature shee's immediate heire: And these breed honour: that is honours scorne, Which challenges it selfe as honours borne, And is not like the sire: Honours thriue, When rather from our acts we them deriue
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Then our fore‑goers: the meere words, a slaue Debosh'd on euerie tombe, on euerie graue: A lying Trophee, and as oft is dumbe, Where dust, and damn'd obliuion is the Tombe. Of honour'd bones indeed, what should be saide?
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If thou canst like this creature, as a maide, I can create the rest: Vertue, and shee Is her owne dower: Honour and wealth, from mee.
Ber.

I cannot loue her, nor will striue to doo't.

King.

Thou wrong'st thy selfe, if thou shold'st striue

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to choose.

Hel. That you are well restor'd my Lord, I'me glad: Let the rest go. King. My Honor's at the stake, which to defeate I must produce my power. Heere, take her hand,
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Proud scornfull boy, vnworthie this good gift, That dost in vile misprision shackle vp My loue, and her desert: that canst not dreame, We poizing vs in her defectiue scale, Shall weigh thee to the beame: That wilt not know,
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It is in Vs to plant thine Honour, where We please to haue it grow. Checke thy contempt: Obey Our will, which trauailes in thy good: Beleeue not thy disdaine, but presentlie Do thine owne fortunes that obedient right
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Which both thy dutie owes, and Our power claimes, Or I will throw thee from my care for euer Into the staggers, and the carelesse lapse Of youth and ignorance: both my reuenge and hate Loosing vpon thee, in the name of iustice,
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Without all termes of pittie. Speake, thine answer.
Ber. Pardon my gracious Lord: for I submit My fancie to your eies, when I consider What great creation, and what dole of honour Flies where you bid it: I finde that she which late
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Was in my Nobler thoughts, most base: is now The praised of the King, who so ennobled, Is as 'twere borne so.
King. Take her by the hand, And tell her she is thine: to whom I promise
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A counterpoize: If not to thy estate, A ballance more repleat.
Ber.

I take her hand.

Kin. Good fortune, and the fauour of the King Smile vpon this Contract: whose Ceremonie
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Shall seeme expedient on the now borne briefe, And be perform'd to night: the solemne Feast Shall more attend vpon the coming space, Expecting absent friends. As thou lou'st her, Thy loue's to me Religious: else, do's erre.
Exeunt Parolles and Lafew stay behind, commen­ ting of this wedding. Laf.
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Do you heare Monsieur? A word with you.

Par.

Your pleasure sir.

Laf.

Your Lord and Master did well to make his re­

cantation.

Par.

Recantation? My Lord? my Master?

Laf.
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I: Is it not a Language I speake?

Par.

A most harsh one, and not to bee vnderstoode

without bloudie succeeding My Master?

Laf.

Are you Companion to the Count Rosillion?

Par. To any Count, to all Counts: to what is man.

Laf.
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To what is Counts man: Counts maister is of

another stile.

Par.

You are too old sir: Let it satisfie you, you are

too old.

Laf.

I must tell thee sirrah, I write Man: to which

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title age cannot bring thee.

Par.

What I dare too well do, I dare not do.

Laf.

I did thinke thee for two ordinaries: to bee a

prettie wise fellow, thou didst make tollerable vent of

thy trauell, it might passe: yet the scarffes and the ban­

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nerets about thee, did manifoldlie disswade me from be­

leeuing thee a vessell of too great a burthen. I haue now

found thee, when I loose thee againe, I care not: yet art

thou good for nothing but taking vp, and that th'ourt

scarce worth.

Par.
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Hadst thou not the priuiledge of Antiquity vp­

on thee.

Laf.

Do not plundge thy selfe to farre in anger, least

thou hasten thy triall: which if, Lord haue mercie on

thee for a hen, so my good window of Lettice fare thee

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well, thy casement I neede not open, for I look through

thee. Giue me thy hand.

Par.

My Lord, you giue me most egregious indignity.

Laf. All's Well, that Ends Well Laf.

I with all my heart, and thou art worthy of it.

Par.

I haue not my Lord deseru'd it.

Laf.
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Yes good faith, eu'ry dramme of it, and I will

not b te thee a scruple.

Par.

Well, I shall be wiser.

Laf.

Eu'n as soone as thou can'st, for thou hast to pull

at a smacke a'th contrarie. If euer thou bee'st bound

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in thy skarfe and beaten, thou shall finde what it is to be

proud of thy bondage, I haue a desire to holde my ac­

quaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge, that I

may say in the default, he is a man I know.

Par.

My Lord you do me most insupportable vexati­

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on.

Laf.

I would it were hell paines for thy sake, and my

poore doing eternall: for doing I am past, as I will by

thee, in what motion age will giue me leaue.

Exit. Par.

Well, thou hast a sonne shall take this disgrace

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off me; scuruy, old, filthy, scuruy Lord: Well, I must

be patient, there is no fettering of authority. Ile beate

him (by my life) if I can meete him with any conueni­

ence, and he were double and double a Lord. Ile haue

no more pittie of his age then I would haue of⸺ Ile

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beate him, and if I could but meet him agen.

Enter Lafew. Laf.

Sirra, your Lord and masters married, there's

newes for you: you haue a new Mistris.

Par.

I most vnfainedly beseech your Lordshippe to

make some reseruation of your wrongs. He is my good

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Lord, whom I serue aboue is my master.

Laf.

Who? God.

Par.

I sir.

Laf.

The deuill it is, that's thy master. Why dooest

thou garter vp thy armes a this fashion? Dost make hose

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of thy sleeues? Do other seruants so? Thou wert best set

thy lower part where thy nose stands. By mine Honor,

if I were but two houres yonger, I'de beate thee: mee­

think'st thou art a generall offence, and euery man shold

beate thee: I thinke thou wast created for men to breath

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themselues vpon thee.

Par.

This is hard and vndeserued measure my Lord.

Laf.

Go too sir, you were beaten in Italy for picking

a kernell out of a Pomgranat, you are a vagabond, and

no true traueller: you are more sawcie with Lordes and

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honourable personages, then the Commission of your

birth and vertue giues you Heraldry. You are not worth

another word, else I'de call you knaue. I leaue you.

Exit Enter Count Rossillion. Par.

Good, very good, it is so then: good, very

good, let it be conceal'd awhile.

Ros.
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Vndone, and forfeited to cares for euer.

Par.

What's the matter sweet‑heart?

Rossill.

Although before the solemne Priest I haue

sworne, I will not bed her.

Par.

What? what sweet heart?

Ros.
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O my Parrolles, they haue married me: Ile to the Tuscan warres, and neuer bed her.
Par. France is a dog‑hole, and it no more merits, The tread of a mans foot: too'th warres. Ros.

There's letters from my mother: What th' im­

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port is, I know not yet.

Par. I that would be knowne: too'th warrs my boy, too'th warres: He weares his honor in a boxe vnseene, That hugges his kickie wickie heare at home, Spending his manlie marrow in her armes
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Which should sustaine the bound and high curuet Of Marses fierie steed: to other Regions, France is a stable, wee that dwell in't Iades, Therefore too'th warre.
Ros. It shall be so, Ile send her to my house,
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Acquaint my mother with my hate to her, And wherefore I am fled: Write to the King That which I durst not speake. His present gift Shall furnish me to those Italian fields Where noble fellowes strike: Warres is no strife
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To the darke house, and the detected wife.
Par.

Will this Caprichio hold in thee, art sure?

Ros. Go with me to my chamber, and aduice me. Ile send her straight away: To morrow, Ile to the warres, she to her single sorrow. Par.
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Why these bals bound, ther's noise in it. Tis hard A yong man maried, is a man that's mard: Therefore away, and leaue her brauely: go, The King ha's done you wrong: but hush 'tis so.
Exit
[Act 2, Scene 4] Enter Helena and Clowne. Hel.

My mother greets me kindly, is she well?

Clo.
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She is not well, but yet she has her health, she's

very merrie, but yet she is not well: but thankes be gi­

uen she's very well, and wants nothing i'th world: but

yet she is not well.

Hel.

If she be verie wel, what do's she ayle, that she's

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not verie well?

Clo.

Truly she's very well indeed, but for two things

Hel.

What two things?

Clo.

One, that she's not in heauen, whether God send

her quickly: the other, that she's in earth, from whence

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God send her quickly.

Enter Parolles. Par.

Blesse you my fortunate Ladie

Hel.

I hope sir I haue your good will to haue mine

owne good fortune.

Par.

You had my prayers to leade them on, and to

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keepe them on, haue them still. O my knaue, how do's

my old Ladie?

Clo. So that you had her wrinkles, and I her money, I would she did as you say. Par.

Why I say nothing.

Clo.
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Marry you are the wiser man: for many a mans

tongue shakes out his masters vndoing: to say nothing,

to do nothing, to know nothing, and to haue nothing,

is to be a great part of your title, which is within a verie

little of nothing.

Par.
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Away, th'art a knaue.

Clo.

You should haue said sir before a knaue, th'art a

knaue, that's before me th'art a knaue: this had beene

truth sir.

Par.

Go too, thou art a wittie foole, I haue found

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thee.

Clo.

Did you finde me in your selfe sir, or were you

taught to finde me?

Clo.

The search sir was profitable, and much Foole

may you find in you, euen to the worlds pleasure, and the

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encrease of laughter.

Par. A good knaue ifaith, and well fed. Madam, my Lord will go awaie to night, A All's Well that Ends Well. A verie serrious businesse call's on him: The great prerogatiue and rite of loue,
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Which as your due time claimes, he do's acknowledge, But puts it off to a compell'd restraint: Whose want, and whose delay, is strew'd with sweets Which they distill now in the curbed time, To make the comming houre oreflow with ioy,
[1220]
And pleasure drowne the brim.
Hel.

What's his will else?

Par. That you will take your instant leaue a'th king, And make this hast as your owne good proceeding, Strengthned with what Apologie you thinke
[1225]
May make it probable neede.
Hel.

What more commands hee?

Par. That hauing this obtain'd, you presentlie Attend his further pleasure. Hel.

In euery thing I waite vpon his will.

Par.
[1230]

I shall report it so.

Exit Par. Hel.

I pray you come sirrah.

Exit
[Act 2, Scene 5] Enter Lafew and Bertram. Laf.

But I hope your Lordshippe thinkes not him a

souldier.

Ber.

Yes my Lord and of verie valiant approofe.

Laf.
[1235]

You haue it from his owne deliuerance.

Ber.

And by other warranted testimonie.

Laf.

Then my Diall goes not true, I tooke this Larke

for a bunting.

Ber.

I do assure you my Lord he is very great in know­

[1240]

ledge, and accordinglie valiant.

Laf.

I haue then sinn'd against his experience, and

transgrest against his valour, and my state that way is

dangerous, since I cannot yet find in my heart to repent:

Heere he comes, I pray you make vs freinds, I will pur­

[1245]

sue the amitie.

Enter Parolles. Par.

These things shall be done sir.

Laf.

Pray you sir whose his Tailor?

Par.

Sir?

Laf.

O I know him well, I sir, hee sirs a good worke­

[1250]

man, a verie good Tailor.

Ber.

Is shee gone to the king?

Par.

Shee is.

Ber.

Will shee away to night?

Par.

As you'le haue her.

Ber.
[1255]
I haue writ my letters, casketted my treasure, Giuen order for our horses, and to night, When I should take possession of the Bride, And ere I doe begin.
Laf.

A good Trauailer is something at the latter end

[1260]

of a dinner, but on that lies three thirds, and vses a

known truth to passe a thousand nothings with, should

bee once hard, and thrice beaten. God saue you Cap­

taine.

Ber.

Is there any vnkindnes betweene my Lord and

[1265]

u Monsieur?

Par.

I know not how I haue deserued to run into my

ords displeasure.

Laf.

You haue made shift to run into't, bootes and

spurres and all: like him that leapt into the Custard, and

[1270]

out of it you'le runne againe, rather then suffer question

for your residence.

Ber.

It may bee you haue mistaken him my Lord.

Laf.

And shall doe so euer, though I tooke him at's

prayers. Fare you well my Lord, and beleeue this of me, there can be no kernell in this light Nut: the soule

[1275]

of this man is his cloathes: Trust him not in matter of

heauie consequence: I haue kept of them tame, & know

their natures. Farewell Monsieur, I haue spoken better

of you, then you haue or will to deserue at my hand, but

we must do good against euill.

Par.
[1280]

An idle Lord, I sweare.

Ber.

I thinke so.

Par.

Why do you not know him?

Ber. Yes, I do know him well, and common speech Giues him a worthy passe. Heere comes my clog. Enter Helena. Hel.
[1285]
I haue sir as I was commanded from you Spoke with the King, and haue procur'd his leaue For present parting, onely he desires Some priuate speech with you.
Ber. I shall obey his will.
[1290]
You must not meruaile Helen at my course, Which holds not colour with the time, nor does The ministration, and required office On my particular. Prepar'd I was not For such a businesse, therefore am I found
[1295]
So much vnsetled: This driues me to intreate you, That presently you take your way for home, And rather muse then aske why I intreate you, For my respects are better then they seeme, And my appointments haue in them a neede
[1300]
Greater then shewes it selfe at the first view, To you that know them not. This to my mother, 'Twill be two daies ere I shall see you, so I leaue you to your wisedome.
Hel.

Sir, I can nothing say, But that I am your most obedient seruant.

Ber.
[1305]

Come, come, no more of that.

Hel. And euer shall With true obseruance seeke to eeke out that Wherein toward me my homely starres haue faild To equall my great fortune. Ber.
[1310]
Let that goe: my hast is verie great. Farwell: Hie home.
Hel.

Pray sir your pardon.

Ber.

Well, what would you say?

Hel. I am not worthie of the wealth I owe,
[1315]
Nor dare I say 'tis mine: and yet it is, But like a timorous theefe, most faine would steale What law does vouch mine owne.
Ber.

What would you haue?

Hel. Something, and scarse so much: nothing indeed,
[1320]
I would not tell you what I would my Lord: Faith yes, Strangers and foes do sunder, and not kisse.
Ber.

I pray you stay not, but in hast to horse.

Hel. I shall not breake your bidding, good my Lord: Where are my other men? Monsieur, farwell. Exit Ber.
[1325]
Go thou toward home, where I wil neuer come, Whilst I can shake my sword, or heare the drumme: Away, and for our flight.
Par.

Brauely, Coragio.

[Act 3, Scene 1] Actus Tertius. Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, the two Frenchmen, with a troope of Souldiers. Duke. So that from point to point, now haue you heard The All's Well, that Ends Well.
[1330]
The fundamentall reasons of this warre, Whose great decision hath much blood let forth And more thirsts after.
1. Lord. Holy seemes the quarrell Vpon your Graces part: blacke and fearefull
[1335]
On the opposer.
Duke. Therefore we meruaile much our Cosin France Would in so iust a businesse, shut his bosome Against our borrowing prayers. French E. Good my Lord,
[1340]
The reasons of our state I cannot yeelde, But like a common and an outward man, That the great figure of a Counsaile frames, By selfe vnable motion, therefore dare not Say what I thinke of it, since I haue found
[1345]
My selfe in my incertaine grounds to faile As often as I guest.
Duke.

Be it his pleasure.

Fren. G. But I am sure the yonger of our nature, That surfet on their ease, will day by day
[1350]
Come heere for Physicke.
Duke. Welcome shall they bee: And all the honors that can flye from vs, Shall on them settle: you know your places well, When better fall, for your auailes they fell,
[1355]
To morrow to'th the field.
Flourish.
[Act 3, Scene 2] Enter Countesse and Clowne. Count.

It hath happen'd all, as I would haue had it, saue

that he comes not along with her.

Clo.

By my troth I take my young Lord to be a ve­

rie melancholly man.

Count.
[1360]

By what obseruance I pray you.

Clo.

Why he will looke vppon his boote, and sing:

mend the Ruffe and sing, aske questions and sing, picke

his teeth, and sing: I know a man that had this tricke of

melancholy hold a goodly Mannor for a song.

Lad.
[1365]

Let me see what he writes, and when he meanes

to come.

Clow.

I haue no minde to Isbell since I was at Court.

Our old Lings, and our Isbels a'th Country, are nothing

like your old Ling and your Isbels a'th Court: the brains

[1370]

of my Cupid's knock'd out, and I beginne to loue, as an

old man loues money, with no stomacke.

Lad.

What haue we heere?

Clo.

In that you haue there.

exit

A Letter.

[1375]

I haue sent you a daughter‑in‑Law, shee hath recouered the

King, and vndone me: I haue wedded her, not bedded her,

and sworne to make the not eternall. You shall heare I am

runne away, know it before the report come. If there bee

bredth enough in the world, I will hold a long distance.

[1380]

My duty to you.

Your vnfortunate sonne,

Bertram.

This is not well rash and vnbridled boy, To flye the fauours of so good a King,
[1385]
To plucke his indignation on thy head, By the misprising of a Maide too virtuous For the contempt of Empire.
Enter Clowne. Clow.

O Madam, yonder is heauie newes within be­

tweene two souldiers, and my yong Ladie.

La.
[1390]

What is the matter.

Clo.

Nay there is some comfort in the newes, some

comfort, your sonne will not be kild so soone as I thoght

he would.

La.

Why should he be kill'd?

Clo.
[1395]

So say I Madame, if he runne away, as I heare he

does, the danger is in standing too't, that's the losse of

men, though it be the getting of children. Heere they

come will tell you more. For my part I onely heare your

sonne was run away.

Enter Hellen and two Gentlemen. French E.
[1400]

Saue you good Madam.

Hel.

Madam, my Lord is gone, for euer gone.

French G.

Do not say so.

La. Thinke vpon patience, pray you Gentlemen, I haue felt so many quirkes of ioy and greefe,
[1405]
That the first face of neither on the start Can woman me vntoo't. Where is my sonne I pray you?
Fren.G. Madam he's gone to serue the Duke of Flo­ rence, We met him thitherward, for thence we came: And after some dispatch in hand at Court,
[1410]
Thither we bend againe.
Hel.

Looke on his Letter Madam, here's my Pasport.

When thou canst get the Ring vpon my finger, which neuer

shall come off, and shew mee a childe begotten of thy bodie,

that I am father too, then call me husband: but in such a (then)

[1415]

I write a Neuer.

This is a dreadfull sentence.

La.

Brought you this Letter Gentlemen?

1. G.

I Madam, and for the Contents sake are sorrie

for our paines.

Old La.
[1420]
I prethee Ladie haue a better cheere, If thou engrossest, all the greefes are thine, Thou robst me of a moity: He was my sonne, But I do wash his name out of my blood, And thou art all my childe. Towards Florence is he?
Fren.G.
[1425]

I Madam

La.

And to be a souldier.

Fren.G. Such is his noble purpose, and beleeu't The Duke will lay vpon him all the honor That good conuenience claimes. La.
[1430]

Returne you thither.

Fren.E.

I Madam, with the swiftest wing of speed.

Hel. Till I haue no wife, I haue nothing in France, 'Tis bitter. La.

Finde you that there?

Hel.
[1435]

I Madame.

Fren. E.

'Tis but the boldnesse of his hand haply, which

his heart was not consenting too.

Lad. Nothing in France, vntill he haue no wife: There's nothing heere that is too good for him
[1440]
But onely she, and she deserues a Lord That twenty such rude boyes might tend vpon, And call her hourely Mistris. Who was with him?
Fren. E.

A seruant onely, and a Gentleman: whlch which I

haue sometime knowne.

La.
[1445]

Parolles was it not?

Fren. E.

I my good Ladie, hee.

La. A verie tainted fellow, and full of wickednesse, My sonne corrupts a well deriued nature With his inducement. Fren. E.
[1450]

Indeed good Ladie the fellow has a deale of

that, too much, which holds him much to haue.

La.

Y'are welcome Gentlemen, I will intreate you

when you see my sonne, to tell him that his sword can

neuer winne the honor that he looses: more Ile intreate X you All's Well that Ends Well. you written to beare along.

Fren. G.
[1455]

We serue you Madam in that and all your

worthiest affaires.

La. Not so, but as we change our courtesies, Will you draw neere? Exit. Hel. Till I haue no wife I haue nothing in France.
[1460]
Nothing in France vntill he has no wife: Thou shalt haue none Rossillion, none in France, Then hast thou all againe: poore Lord, is't I That chase thee from thy Countrie, and expose Those tender limbes of thine, to the euent
[1465]
Of the none‑sparing warre? And is it I, That driue thee from the sportiue Court, where thou Was't shot at with faire eyes, to be the marke Of smoakie Muskets? O you leaden messengers, That ride vpon the violent speede of fire,
[1470]
Fly with false ayme, moue the still‑peering aire That sings with piercing, do not touch my Lord: Who euer shoots at him, I set him there. Who euer charges on his forward brest I am the Caitiffe that do hold him too't,
[1475]
And though I kill him not, I am the cause His death was so effected: Better 'twere I met the rauine Lyon when he roar'd With sharpe constraint of hunger: better 'twere, That all the miseries which nature owes
[1480]
Were mine at once. No come thou home Rossillion, Whence honor but of danger winnes a scarre, As oft it looses all. I will be gone: My being heere it is, that holds thee hence, Shall I stay heere to doo't? No, no, although
[1485]
The ayre of Paradise did fan the house, And Angels offic'd all: I will be gone, That pittifull rumour may report my flight To consolate thine eare. Come night, end day, For with the darke (poore theefe) Ile steale away.
Exit.
[Act 3, Scene 3] Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, Rossillion, drum and trumpets, soldiers, Parrolles. Duke.
[1490]
The Generall of our horse thou art, and we Great in our hope, lay our best loue and credence Vpon thy promising fortune.
Ber. Sir it is A charge too heauy for my strength, but yet
[1495]
Wee'l striue to beare it for your worthy sake, To th'extreme edge of hazard.
Duke. Then go thou forth, And fortune play vpon thy prosperous helme As thy auspicious mistris. Ber.
[1500]
This very day Great Mars I put my selfe into thy file, Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall proue A louer of thy drumme, hater of loue.
Exeunt omnes
[Act 3, Scene 4] Enter Countesse & Steward. La. Alas! and would you take the letter of her:
[1505]
Might you not know she would do, as she has done, By sending me a Letter. Reade it agen.

Letter.

I am S. Iaques Pilgrim, thither gone: Ambitious loue hath so in me offended,
[1510]
That bare‑foot plod I the cold ground vpon With sainted vow my faults to haue amended Write, write, that from the bloodie course of warre, My deerest Master your deare sonne, may hie, Blesse him at home in peace. Whilst I from farre,
[1515]
His name with zealous feruour sanctifie: His taken labours bid him me forgiue: I his despightfull Iuno sent him forth, From Courtly friends, with Camping foes to liue, Where death and danger dogges the heeles of worth.
[1520]
He is too good and faire for death, and mee, Whom I my selfe embrace, to set him free. Ah what sharpe stings are in her mildest words? Rynaldo, you did neuer lacke aduice so much, As letting her passe so: had I spoke with her,
[1525]
I could haue well diuerted her intents, Which thus she hath preuented. Ste. Pardon me Madam, If I had giuen you this at ouer‑night, She might haue beene ore‑tane: and yet she writes
[1530]
Pursuite would be but vaine.
La. What Angell shall Blesse this vnworthy husband, he cannot thriue, Vnlesse her prayers, whom heauen delights to heare And loues to grant, repreeue him from the wrath
[1535]
Of greatest Iustice. Write, write Rynaldo, To this vnworthy husband of his wife, Let euerie word waigh heauie of her worth, That he does waigh too light: my greatest greefe, Though little he do feele it, set downe sharpely.
[1540]
Dispatch the most conuenient messenger, When haply he shall heare that she is gone, He will returne, and hope I may that shee Hearing so much, will speede her foote againe, Led hither by pure loue: which of them both
[1545]
Is deerest to me, I haue no skill in sence To make distinction: prouide this Messenger: My heart is heauie, and mine age is weake, Greefe would haue teares, and sorrow bids me speake.
Exeunt
[Act 3, Scene 5] A Tucket afarre off. Enter old Widdow of Florence, her daughter, Violenta and Mariana, with other Citizens. Widdow. Nay come,
[1550]
For if they do approach the Citty, We shall loose all the sight.
Diana. They say, the French Count has done Most honourable seruice. Wid. It is reported,
[1555]
That he has taken their great'st Commander, And that with his owne hand he slew The Dukes brother: we haue lost our labour, They are gone a contrarie way: harke, you may know by their Trumpets.
Maria.
[1560]
Come lets returne againe, And suffice our selues with the report of it. Well Diana, take heed of this French Earle, The honor of a Maide is her name, And no Legacie is so rich
[1565]
As honestie.
Widdow. I haue told my neighbour How you haue beene solicited by a Gentleman His Companion. Maria All's Well that Ends Well. Maria.

I know that knaue, hang him, one Parolles,

[1570]

a filthy Officer he is in those suggestions for the young

Earle, beware of them Diana; their promises, entise­

ments, oathes, tokens, and all these engines of lust, are

not the things they go vnder: many a maide hath beene

seduced by them, and the miserie is example, that so

[1575]

terrible shewes in the wracke of maidenߛhood, cannot

for all that disswade succession, but that they are limed

with the twigges that threatens them. I hope I neede

not to aduise you further, but I hope your owne grace

will keepe you where you are, though there were no

[1580]

further danger knowne, but the modestie which is so

lost.

Dia.

You shall not neede to feare me.

Enter Hellen. Wid.

I hope so: looke here comes a pilgrim, I know

she will lye at my house, thither they send one another,

[1585]

Ile question her. God saue you pilgrim, whether are

bound?

Hel. To S. Iaques la grand. Where do the Palmers lodge, I do beseech you? Wid.

At the S. Francis heere beside the Port.

Hel.
[1590]

Is this the way?

A march afarre. Wid. I marrie ist. Harke you, they come this way: If you will tarrie holy Pilgrime But till the troopes come by, I will conduct you where you shall be lodg'd,
[1595]
The rather for I thinke I know your hostesse As ample as my selfe.
Hel.

Is it your selfe?

Wid.

If you shall please so Pilgrime.

Hel.

I thanke you, and will stay vpon your leisure.

Wid.
[1600]

you came I thinke from France?

Hel.

I did so.

Wid. Heere you shall see a Countriman of yours That has done worthy seruice. Hel.

His name I pray you?

Dia.
[1605]

The Count Rossillion: know you such a one?

Hel. But by the eare that heares most nobly of him: His face I know not. Dia. What somere he is He's brauely taken heere. He stole from France
[1610]
As 'tis reported: for the King had married him Against his liking. Thinke you it is so?
Hel.

I surely meere the truth, I know his Lady.

Dia. There is a Gentleman that serues the Count, Reports but coursely of her. Hel.
[1615]

What's his name?

Dia.

Monsieur Parrolles.

Hel. Oh I beleeue with him, In argument of praise, or to the worth Of the great Count himselfe, she is too meane
[1620]
To haue her name repeated, all her deseruing Is a reserued honestie, and that I haue not heard examin'd.
Dian. Alas poore Ladie, 'Tis a hard bondage to become the wife
[1625]
Of a detesting Lord.
Wid. I write good creature, wheresoere she is, Her hart waighes sadly: this yong maid might do her A shrewd turne if she pleas'd. Hel. How do you meane?
[1630]
May be the amorous Count solicites her In the vnlawfull purpose.
Wid. He does indeede, And brokes with all that can in such a suite Corrupt the tender honour of a Maide:
[1635]
But she is arm'd for him, and keepes her guard In honestest defence.
Drumme and Colours. Enter Count Rossillion, Parrolles, and the whole Armie. Mar.

The goddes forbid else.

Wid. So, now they come: That is Anthonio the Dukes eldest sonne,
[1640]
That Escalus.
Hel.

Which is the Frenchman?

Dia. Hee, That with the plume, 'tis a most gallant fellow, I would he lou'd his wife: if he were honester
[1645]
He were much goodlier. Is't not a handsom Gentleman
Hel.

I like him well.

Di. 'Tis pitty he is not honest: yonds that same knaue That leades him to these places: were I his Ladie, I would poison that vile Rascall. Hel.
[1650]

Which is he?

Dia.

That Iacke an‑apes with scarfes. Why is hee

melancholly?

Hel.

Perchance he's hurt i'th battaile.

Par.

Loose our drum? Well.

Mar.
[1655]

He's shrewdly vext at something. Looke he

has spyed vs.

Wid.

Marrie hang you.

Mar.

And your curtesie, for a ring‑carrier.

Exit. Wid.

The troope is past: Come pilgrim, I wil bring

[1660]

you, Where you shall host: Of inioyn'd penitents

There's foure or fiue, to great S. Iaques bound,

Alreadie at my house.

Hel. I humbly thanke you: Please it this Matron, and this gentle Maide
[1665]
To eate with vs to night, the charge and thanking Shall be for me, and to requite you further, I will bestow some precepts of this Virgin, Worthy the note.
Both.

Wee'l take your offer kindly.

Exeunt.
[Act 3, Scene 6] Enter Count Rossillion and the Frenchmen, as at first. Cap. E.
[1670]

Nay good my Lord put him too't: let him

haue his way.

Cap. G.

If your Lordshippe finde him not a Hilding,

hold me no more in your respect.

Cap. E.

On my life my Lord a bubble.

Ber.
[1675]

Do you thinke I am so farre

Deceiued in him.

Cap. E.

Beleeue it my Lord, in mine owne direct

knowledge, without any malice, but to speake of him

as my kinsman, hee's a most notable Coward, an infi­

[1680]

nite and endlesse Lyar, an hourely promise‑breaker, the

owner of no one good qualitie, worthy your Lordships

entertainment.

Cap. G.

It were fit you knew him, least reposing too

farre in his vertue which he hath not, he might at some

[1685]

great and trustie businesse, in a maine daunger, fayle

you.

Ber.

I would I knew in what particular action to try

him.

Cap. G.

None better then to let him fetch off his

[1690]

drumme, which you heare him so confidently vnder­

take to do.

C. E.

I with a troop of Florentines wil sodainly sur­

X2 prize All's Well that Ends Well. prize him; such I will haue whom I am sure he knowes

not from the enemie: wee will binde and hoodwinke

[1695]

him so, that he shall suppose no other but that he is car­

ried into the Leager of the aduersaries, when we bring

him to our owne tents: be but your Lordship present

at his examination, if he do not for the promise of his

life, and in the highest compulsion of base feare, offer to

[1700]

betray you, and deliuer all the intelligence in his power

against you, and that with the diuine forfeite of his

soule vpon oath, neuer trust my iudgement in anie

thing.

Cap. G.

O for the loue of laughter, let him fetch his

[1705]

drumme, he sayes he has a stratagem for't: when your

Lordship sees the bottome of this successe in't, and to

what mettle this counterfeyt lump of ours will be mel­

ted if you giue him not Iohn drummes entertainement,

your inclining cannot be remoued. Heere he comes.

Enter Parrolles. Cap. E.
[1710]

O for the loue of laughter hinder not the ho­

nor of his designe, let him fetch off his drumme in any

hand.

Ber.

How now Monsieur? This drumme sticks sore­

ly in your disposition.

Cap. G.
[1715]

A pox on't, let it go, 'tis but a drumme.

Par.

But a drumme: Ist but a drumme? A drum so

lost. There was excellent command, to charge in with

our horse vpon our owne wings, and to rend our owne

souldiers.

Cap. G.
[1720]

That was not to be blam'd in the command

of the seruice: it was a disaster of warre that Cæsar him

selfe could not haue preuented, if he had beene there to

command.

Ber.

Well, wee cannot greatly condemne our suc­

[1725]

cesse: some dishonor wee had in the losse of that drum,

but it is not to be recouered.

Par.

It might haue beene recouered.

Ber.

It might, but it is not now.

Par.

It is to be recouered, but that the merit of ser­

[1730]

uice is sildome attributed to the true and exact perfor­

mer, I would haue that drumme or another, or hic ia­ cet .

Ber.

Why if you haue a stomacke, too't Monsieur: if

you thinke your mysterie in stratagem, can bring this

[1735]

instrument of honour againe into his natiue quarter, be

magnanimious in the enterprize and go on, I wil grace

the attempt for a worthy exploit: if you speede well in

it, the Duke shall both speake of it, and extend to you

what further becomes his greatnesse, euen to the vtmost

[1740]

syllable of your worthinesse.

Par.

By the hand of a souldier I will vndertake it.

Ber.

But you must not now slumber in it.

Par.

Ile about it this euening, and I will presently

pen downe my dilemma's, encourage my selfe in my

[1745]

certaintie, put my selfe into my mortall preparation:

and by midnight looke to heare further from me.

Ber.

May I bee bold to acquaint his grace you are

gone about it.

Par.

I know not what the successe wil be my Lord,

[1750]

but the attempt I vow.

Ber. I know th'art valiant, And to the possibility of thy souldiership, Will subscribe for thee: Farewell. Par.

I loue not many words.

Exit Cap. E.
[1755]

No more then a fish loues water. Is not this a strange fellow my Lord, that so confidently seemes to

vndertake this businesse, which he knowes is not to be

done, damnes himselfe to do, & dares better be damnd

then to doo't.

Cap. G.

You do not know him my Lord as we doe,

[1760]

certaine it is that he will steale himselfe into a mans fa­

uour, and for a weeke escape a great deale of discoue­

ries, but when you finde him out, you haue him euer af­

ter

Ber.

Why do you thinke he will make no deede at

[1765]

all of this that so seriouslie hee dooes addresse himself

vnto?

Cap. E.

None in the world, but returne with an in­

uention, and clap vpon you two or three probable lies:

but we haue almost imbost him, you shall see his fall to

[1770]

night; for indeede he is not for your Lordshippes re­

spect.

Cap. G.

Weele make you some sport with the Foxe

ere we case him. He was first smoak'd by the old Lord

Lafew, when his disguise and he is parted, tell me what

[1775]

a sprat you shall finde him, which you shall see this ve­

rie night.

Cap. E. I must go looke my twigges, He shall be caught. Ber.

Your brother he shall go along with me.

Cap. G.
[1780]

As't please your Lordship, Ile leaue you.

Ber. Now wil I lead you to the house, and shew you The Lasse I spoke of. Cap. E.

But you say she's honest.

Ber. That's all the fault: I spoke with hir but once,
[1785]
And found her wondrous cold, but I sent to her By this same Coxcombe that we haue i'th winde Tokens and Letters, which she did resend, And this is all I haue done: She's a faire creature, Will you go see her?
Cap. E.
[1790]

With all my heart my Lord.

Exeunt.
[Act 3, Scene 7] Enter Hellen, and Widdow. Hel. If you misdoubt me that I am not shee, I know not how I shall assure you further, But I shall loose the grounds I worke vpon. Wid. Though my estate be fal ne, I was well borne,
[1795]
Nothing acquainted with these businesses, And would not put my reputation now In any staining act.
Hel. Nor would I wish you. First giue me trust, the Count he is my husband,
[1800]
And what to your sworne counsaile I haue spoken, Is so from word to word: and then you cannot By the good ayde that I of you shall borrow, Erre in bestowing it.
Wid. I should beleeue you,
[1805]
For you haue shew'd me that which well approues Y'are great in fortune.
Hel. Take this purse of Gold, And let me buy your friendly helpe thus farre, Which I will ouer‑pay, and pay againe
[1810]
When I haue found it. The Count he woes your daughter, Layes downe his wanton siedge before her beautie, Resolue to carrie her: let her in fine consent As wee'l direct her how 'tis best to beare it: Now his important blood will naught denie,
[1815]
That shee'l demand: a ring the Countie weares, That downward hath succeeded in his house From All's Well, that Ends Well. From sonne to sonne, some foure or fiue discents, Since the first father wore it. This Ring he holds In most rich choice: yet in his idle fire,
[1820]
To buy his will, it would not seeme too deere, How ere repented after.
Wid.

Now I see the bottome of your purpose.

Hel. You see it lawfull then, it is no more, But that your daughter ere she seemes as wonne,
[1825]
Desires this Ring; appoints him an encounter; In fine, deliuers me to fill the time, Her selfe most chastly absent: after To marry her, Ile adde three thousand Crownes To what is past already.
Wid.
[1830]
I haue yeelded: Instruct my daughter how she shall perseuer, That time and place with this deceite so lawfull May proue coherent. Euery night he comes With Musickes of all sorts, and songs compos'd
[1835]
To her vnworthinesse: It nothing steeds vs To chide him from our eeues, for he persists As if his life lay on't.
Hel. Why then to night Let vs assay our plot, which if it speed,
[1840]
Is wicked meaning in a lawfull deede; And lawfull meaning in a lawfull act, Where both not sinne, and yet a sinfull fact. But let's about it.
Actus Quartus. [Act 4, Scene 1] Enter one of the Frenchmen, with fiue or sixe other souldiers in ambush. 1. Lord E.

He can come no other way but by this hedge

[1845]

corner: when you sallie vpon him, speake what terrible

Language you will: though you vnderstand it not your

selues, no matter: for we must not seeme to vnderstand

him, vnlesse some one among vs, whom wee must pro­

duce for an Interpreter.

1. Sol.
[1850]

Good Captaine, let me be th' Interpreter.

Lor. E.

Art not acquainted with him? knowes he not

thy voice?

1. Sol.

No sir I warrant you.

Lo. E.

But what linsie wolsy hast thou to speake to vs

[1855]

againe.

1. Sol.

E'n such as you speake to me.

Lo. E.

He must thinke vs some band of strangers, i'th

aduersaries entertainment. Now he hath a smacke of all

neighbouring Languages: therefore we must euery one

[1860]

be a man of his owne fancie, not to know what we speak

one to another: so we seeme to know, is to know straight

our purpose: Choughs language, gabble enough, and

good enough. As for you interpreter, you must seeme

very politicke. But couch hoa, heere hee comes, to be­

[1865]

guile two houres in a sleepe, and then to returne & swear

the lies he forges.

Enter Parrolles. Par.

Ten a clocke: Within these three houres 'twill

be time enough to goe home. What shall I say I haue

done? It must bee a very plausiue inuention that carries

[1870]

it. They beginne to smoake mee, and disgraces haue of

late, knock'd too often at my doore: I finde my tongue

is too foole‑hardie, but my heart hath the feare of Mars

before it, and of his creatures, not daring the reports of

my tongue.

Lo. E.
[1875]

This is the first truth that ere thine own tongue

was guiltie of.

Par.

What the diuell should moue mee to vndertake

the recouerie of this drumme, being not ignorant of the

impossibility, and knowing I had no such purpose? I

[1880]

must giue my selfe some hurts, and say I got them in ex­

ploit: yet slight ones will not carrie it. They will say,

came you off with so little? And great ones I dare not

giue, wherefore what's the instance. Tongue, I must put

you into a Butter‑womans mouth, and buy my selfe ano­

[1885]

ther of Baiazeths Mule, if you prattle mee into these

perilles.

Lo. E.

Is it possible he should know what hee is, and

be that he is.

Par.

I would the cutting of my garments wold serue

[1890]

the turne, or the breaking of my Spanish sword.

Lo. E.

We cannot affoord you so.

Par.

Or the baring of my beard, and to say it was in

stratagem.

Lo. E.

'Twould not do.

Par.
[1895]

Or to drowne my cloathes, and say I was stript.

Lo. E.

Hardly serue.

Par.

Though I swore I leapt from the window of the

Citadell.

Lo. E.

How deepe?

Par.
[1900]

Thirty fadome.

Lo. E.

Three great oathes would scarse make that be

beleeued.

Par.

I would I had any drumme of the enemies, I

would sweare I recouer'd it.

Lo. E.
[1905]

You shall heare one anon.

Par.

A drumme now of the enemies.

Alarum within. Lo. E.

Throca movousus, cargo, cargo, cargo.

All.

Cargo, cargo, cargo, villianda par corbo, cargo.

Par. O ransome, ransome,
[1910]
Do not hide mine eyes.
Inter.

Boskos thromuldo boskos.

Par. I know you are the Muskos Regiment, And I shall loose my life for want of language. If there be heere German or Dane, Low Dutch,
[1915]
Italian, or French, let him speake to me, Ile discouer that, which shal vndo the Florentine.
Int.

Boskos vauvado, I vnderstand thee, & can speake

thy tongue: Kerelybonto sir, betake thee to thy faith, for

seuenteene ponyards are at thy bosome.

Par.
[1920]

Oh.

Inter.

Oh pray, pray, pray,

Manka reuania dulche.

Lo. E.

Oscorbidulchos voliuorco.

Int. The Generall is content to spare thee yet,
[1925]
And hoodwinkt as thou art, will leade thee on To gather from thee. Haply thou mayst informe Something to saue thy life.
Par. O let me liue, And all the secrets of our campe Ile shew,
[1930]
Their force, their purposes: Nay, Ile speake that, Which you will wonder at.
Inter.

But wilt thou faithfully?

Par.

If I do not, damne me.

Inter. Acordo linta.
[1935]
Come on, thou are granted space.
Exit A short Alarum within. Lo. E. All's Well that Ends Well L.E. Go tell the Count Rossillion and my brother, We haue caught the woodcocke, and will keepe him (mufled, Till we do heare from them. Sol.

Captaine I will.

L.E.
[1940]

A will betray vs all vnto our selues,

Informe on that.

Sol.

So I will sir.

L.E.

Till then Ile keepe him darke and safely lockt.

Exit
[Act 4, Scene 2] Enter Bertram, and the Maide called Diana. Ber.

They told me that your name was Fontybell.

Dia.
[1945]

No my good Lord, Diana.

Ber. Titled Goddesse, And worth it with addition: but faire soule, In your fine frame hath loue no qualitie? If the quicke fire of youth light not your minde,
[1950]
You are no Maiden but a monument When you are dead you should be such a one As you are now: for you are cold and sterne, And now you should be as your mother was When your sweet selfe was got.
Dia.
[1955]

She then was honest.

Ber.

So should you be.

Dia. No: My mother did but dutie, such (my Lord) As you owe to your wife. Ber.
[1960]
No more a'that: I prethee do not striue against my vowes: I was compell'd to her, but I loue thee By loues owne sweet constraint, and will for euer Do thee all rights of seruice.
Dia.
[1965]
I so you serue vs Till we serue you: But when you haue our Roses, You barely leaue our thornes to pricke our selues, And mocke vs with our barenesse.
Ber.

How haue I sworne.

Dia.
[1970]
Tis not the many oathes that makes the truth, But the plaine single vow, that is vow'd true: What is not holie, that we sweare not by, But take the high'st to witnesse: then pray you tell me, If I should sweare by Ioues great attributes,
[1975]
I lou'd you deerely, would you beleeue my oathes, When I did loue you ill? This ha's no holding To sweare by him whom I protest to loue That I will worke against him. Therefore your oaths Are words and poore conditions, but vnseal'd
[1980]
At lest in my opinion.
Ber. Change it, change it: Be not so holy cruell: Loue is holie, And my integritie ne're knew the crafts That you do charge men with: Stand no more off,
[1985]
But giue thy selfe vnto my sicke desires, Who then recouers. Say thou art mine, and euer My loue as it beginnes, shall so perseuer.
Dia. I see that men make rope's in such a scarre, That wee'l forsake our selues. Giue me that Ring. Ber.
[1990]
Ile lend it thee my deere; but haue no power To giue it from me.
Dia.

Will you not my Lord?

Ber. It is an honour longing to our house, Bequeathed downe from manie Ancestors,
[1995]
Which were the greatest obloquie i'th world, In me to loose.
Dian. Mine Honors such a Ring, My chastities the Iewell of our house, Bequeathed downe from many Ancestors,
[2000]
Which were the greatest obloquie i'th world, In mee to loose. Thus your owne proper wisedome Brings in the Champion honor on my part, Against your vaine assault.
Ber. Heere, take my Ring,
[2005]
My house, mine honor, yea my life be thine, And Ile be bid by thee.
Dia. When midnight comes, knocke at my cham­ ber window: Ile order take, my mother shall not heare. Now will I charge you in the band of truth,
[2010]
When you haue conquer'd my yet maiden‑bed, Remaine there but an houre, nor speake to mee: My reasons are most strong, and you shall know them, When backe againe this Ring shall be deliuer'd: And on your finger in the night, Ile put
[2015]
Another Ring, that what in time proceeds, May token to the future, our past deeds. Adieu till then, then faile not: you haue wonne A wife of me, though there my hope be done.
Ber.

A heauen on earth I haue won by wooing thee.

Di.
[2020]
For which, liue long to thank both heauen & me, You may so in the end. My mother told me iust how he would woo, As if she sate in's heart. She sayes, all men Haue the like oathes: He had sworne to marrie me When his wife's dead: therfore Ile lye with him
[2025]
When I am buried. Since Frenchmen are so braide, Marry that will, I liue and die a Maid: Onely in this disguise, I think't no sinne, To cosen him that would vniustly winne.
Exit
[Act 4, Scene 3] Enter the two French Captaines, and some two or three Souldiours. Cap. G.

You haue not giuen him his mothers letter.

Cap.E.
[2030]

I haue deliu'red it an houre since, there is som

thing in't that stings his nature: for on the reading it,

he chang'd almost into another man.

Cap. G.

He has much worthy blame laid vpon him,

for shaking off so good a wife, and so sweet a Lady.

Cap. E.
[2035]

Especially, hee hath incurred the euerlasting

displeasure of the King, who had euen tun'd his bounty

to sing happinesse to him. I will tell you a thing, but

you shall let it dwell darkly with you.

Cap. G.

When you haue spoken it 'tis dead, and I am

[2040]

the graue of it.

Cap. E.

Hee hath peruerted a young Gentlewoman

heere in Florence, of a most chaste renown, & this night

he fleshes his will in the spoyle of her honour: hee hath

giuen her his monumentall Ring, and thinkes himself

[2045]

made in the vnchaste composition.

Cap. G.

Now God delay our rebellion as we are our

selues, what things are we.

Cap. E.

Meerely our owne traitours. And as in the

common course of all treasons, we still see them reueale

[2050]

themselues, till they attaine to their abhorr'd ends: so

he that in this action contriues against his owne Nobi­

lity in his proper streame, ore‑flowes himselfe.

Cap.G.

Is it not meant damnable in vs, to be Trum­

peters of our vnlawfull intents? We shall not then haue

[2055]

his company to night?

Cap. E.

Not till after midnight: for hee is dieted to

his houre.

Cap. G.

That approaches apace: I would gladly haue

him see his company anathomiz'd, that hee might take a All's Well that Ends Well. a measure of his owne iudgements, wherein so curiously

[2060]

he had set this counterfeit.

Cap. E.

We will not meddle with him till he come;

for his presence must be the whip of the other.

Cap. G.

In the meane time, what heare you of these

Warres?

Cap. E.
[2065]

I heare there is an ouerture of peace.

Cap. G.

Nay, I assure you a peace concluded.

Cap. E.

What will Count Rossillion do then? Will he

trauaile higher, or returne againe into France?

Cap. G.

I perceiue by this demand, you are not alto­

[2070]

gether of his councell.

Cap. E.

Let it be forbid sir, so should I bee a great

deale of his act.

Cap. G.

Sir, his wife some two months since fledde

from his house, her pretence is a pilgrimage to Saint Ia­ ques le grand ; which holy vndertaking, with most au­

stere sanctimonie she accomplisht: and there residing,

the tendernesse of her Nature, became as a prey to her

greefe: in fine, made a groane of her last breath, & now

she sings in heauen.

Cap. E.
[2080]

How is this iustified?

Cap. G.

The stronger part of it by her owne Letters,

which makes her storie true, euen to the poynt of her

death: her death it selfe, which could not be her office

to say, is come: was faithfully confirm'd by the Rector

[2085]

of the place.

Cap. E.

Hath the Count all this intelligence?

Cap. G.

I, and the particular confirmations, point

from point, to the full arming of the veritie.

Cap. E.

I am heartily sorrie that hee'l bee gladde of

[2090]

this.

Cap. G.

How mightily sometimes, we make vs com­

forts of our losses.

Cap. E.

And how mightily some other times, wee

drowne our gaine in teares, the great dignitie that his

[2095]

valour hath here acquir'd for him, shall at home be en­

countred with a shame as ample.

Cap. G.

The webbe of our life, is of a mingled yarne,

good and ill together: our vertues would bee proud, if

our faults whipt them not, and our crimes would dis­

[2100]

paire if they were not cherish'd by our vertues.

Enter a Messenger.

How now? Where's your master?

Ser.

He met the Duke in the street sir, of whom hee

hath taken a solemne leaue: his Lordshippe will next

morning for France. The Duke hath offered him Let­

[2105]

ters of commendations to the King.

Cap. E.

They shall bee no more then needfull there,

if they were more then they can commend.

Enter Count Rossillion. Ber.

They cannot be too sweete for the Kings tart­

nesse, heere's his Lordship now. How now my Lord,

[2110]

i'st not after midnight?

Ber.

I haue to night dispatch'd sixteene businesses, a

moneths length a peece, by an abstract of successe: I

haue congied with the Duke, done my adieu with his

neerest; buried a wife, mourn'd for her, writ to my La­

[2115]

die mother, I am returning, entertain'd my Conuoy, &

betweene these maine parcels of dispatch, affected ma­

ny nicer needs: the last was the greatest, but that I haue

not ended yet.

Cap. E.

If the businesse bee of any difficulty, and this

[2120]

morning your departure hence, it requires hast of your

Lordship.

Ber.

I meane the businesse is not ended, as fearing

to heare of it hereafter: but shall we haue this dialogue

betweene the Foole and the Soldiour. Come, bring

[2125]

forth this counterfet module, ha's deceiu'd mee, like a

double‑meaning Prophesier.

Cap. E.

Bring him forth, ha's sate i'th stockes all night

poore gallant knaue.

Ber.

No matter, his heeles haue deseru'd it, in vsur­

[2130]

ping his spurres so long. How does he carry himselfe?

Cap. E.

I haue told your Lordship alreadie: The

stockes carrie him. But to answer you as you would be

vnderstood, hee weepes like a wench that had shed her

milke, he hath confest himselfe to Morgan, whom hee

[2135]

supposes to be a Friar, frō from the time of his remembrance

to this very instant disaster of his setting i'th stockes:

and what thinke you he hath confest?

Ber.

Nothing of me, ha's a?

Cap. E.

His confession is taken, and it shall bee read

[2140]

to his face, if your Lordshippe be in't, as I beleeue you

are, you must haue the patience to heare it.

Enter Parolles with his Interpreter. Ber.

A plague vpon him, muffeld; he can say nothing

of me: hush, hush.

Cap. G.

Hoodman comes: Portotartarossa.

Inter.
[2145]

He calles for the tortures, what will you say

without em.

Par. I will confesse what I know without constraint, If ye pinch me like a Pasty, I can say no more. Int.

Bosko Chimurcho.

Cap.
[2150]

Boblibindo chicurmurco.

Int.

You are a mercifull Generall: Our Generall

bids you answer to what I shall aske you out of a Note.

Par.

And truly, as I hope to lieu.

Int.

First demand of him, how many horse the Duke

[2155]

is strong. What say you to that?

Par.

Fiue or sixe thousand, but very weake and vn­

seruiceable: the troopes are all scattered, and the Com­

manders verie poore rogues, vpon my reputation and

credit, and as I hope to liue.

Int.
[2160]

Shall I set downe your answer so?

Par.

Do, Ile take the Sacrament on't, how & which

way you will: all's one to him.

Ber.

What a past‑sauing slaue is this?

Cap. G.

Y'are deceiu'd my Lord, this is Mounsieur

[2165]

Parrolles the gallant militarist, that was his owne phrase

that had the whole theoricke of warre in the knot of his

scarfe, and the practise in the chape of his dagger.

Cap. E.

I will neuer trust a man againe, for keeping

his sword cleane, nor beleeue he can haue euerie thing

[2170]

in him, by wearing his apparrell neatly.

Int.

Well, that's set downe.

Par.

Fiue or six thousand horse I sed, I will say true,

or thereabouts set downe, for Ile speake truth.

Cap. G.

He's very neere the truth in this.

Ber.
[2175]

But I con him no thankes for't in the nature he

deliuers it.

Par.

Poore rogues, I pray you say.

Int.

Well, that's set downe.

Par. I humbly thanke you sir, a truth's a truth, the Rogues are maruailous poore. Interp.
[2180]

Demaund of him of what strength they are a

foot. What say you to that?

Par.

By my troth sir, if I were to liue this present

houre, I will tell true. Let me see, Spurio a hundred & fiftie All's Well, that Ends Well. fiftie, Sebastian so many, Corambus so many, Iaques so

many: Guiltian, Cosmo, Lodowicke, and Gratij, two hun­

[2185]

dred fiftie each: Mine owne Company, Chitopher, Uau­ mond, Bentij , two hundred fiftie each: so that the muster

file, rotten and sound, vppon my life amounts not to fif­

teene thousand pole, halfe of the which, dare not shake

the snow from off their Cassockes, least they shake them­

[2190]

selues to peeces.

Ber.

What shall be done to him?

Cap. G.

Nothing, but let him haue thankes. Demand

of him my condition: and what credite I haue with the

Duke.

Int.
[2195]

Well that's set downe: you shall demaund of

him, whether one Captaine Dumaine bee i'th Campe, a

Frenchman: what his reputation is with the Duke, what

his valour, honestie, and expertnesse in warres: or whe­

ther he thinkes it were not possible with well‑weighing

[2200]

summes of gold to corrupt him to a reuolt. What say you

to this? What do you know of it?

Par.

I beseech you let me answer to the particular of

the intergatories. Demand them singly.

Int.

Do you know this Captaine Dumaine?

Par.
[2205]

I know him, a was a Botchers Prentize in Paris,

from whence he was whipt for getting the Shrieues fool

with childe, a dumbe innocent that could not say him

nay.

Ber.

Nay, by your leaue hold your hands, though I

[2210]

know his braines are forfeite to the next tile that fals.

Int.

Well, is this Captaine in the Duke of Florences

campe?

Par.

Vpon my knowledge he is, and lowsie.

Cap. G.

Nay looke not so vpon me: we shall heare of

[2215]

your Lord anon.

Int.

What is his reputation with the Duke?

Par.

The Duke knowes him for no other, but a poore

Officer of mine, and writ to mee this other day, to turne

him out a'th band. I thinke I haue his Letter in my poc­

[2220]

ket.

Int.

Marry we'll search.

Par.

In good sadnesse I do not know, either it is there,

or it is vpon a file with the Dukes other Letters, in my

Tent.

Int.
[2225]

Heere 'tis, heere's a paper, shall I reade it to you?

Par.

I do not know if it be it or no.

Ber.

Our Interpreter do's it well.

Cap. G.

Excellently.

Int.

Dian, the Counts a foole, and full of gold.

Par.
[2230]

That is not the Dukes letter sir: that is an ad­

uertisement to a proper maide in Florence, one Diana, to

take heede of the allurement of one Count Rossillion, a

foolish idle boy: but for all that very ruttish. I pray you

sir put it vp againe.

Int.
[2235]

Nay, Ile reade it first by your fauour.

Par.

My meaning in't I protest was very honest in the

behalfe of the maid: for I knew the young Count to be a

dangerous and lasciuious boy, who is a whale to Virgi­

nity, and deuours vp all the fry it finds.

Ber.
[2240]

Damnable both‑sides rogue.

Int. Let. When he sweares oathes, bid him drop gold, and take it: After he scores, he neuer payes the score: Halfe won is match well made, match and well make it, He nere payes after‑debts, take it before,
[2245]
And say a souldier (Dian) told thee this: Men are to mell with, boyes are not to kis. For count of this, the Counts a Foole I know it, Who payes before, but not when he does owe it.

Thine as he vow'd to thee in thine eare,

[2250]

Parolles.

Ber.

He shall be whipt through the Armie with this

rime in's forehead.

Cap. E.

This is your deuoted friend sir, the manifold

Linguist, and the army‑potent souldier.

Ber.
[2255]

I could endure any thing before but a Cat, and

now he's a Cat to me.

Int.

I perceiue sir by your Generals lookes, wee shall

be faine to hang you.

Par.

My life sir in any case: Not that I am afraide to

[2260]

dye, but that my offences beeing many, I would repent

out the remainder of Nature. Let me liue sir in a dunge­

on, i'th stockes, or any where, so I may liue.

Int.

Wee'le see what may bee done, so you confesse

freely: therefore once more to this Captaine Dumaine:

[2265]

you haue answer'd to his reputation with the Duke, and

to his valour. What is his honestie?

Par.

He will steale sir an Egge out of a Cloister: for

rapes and rauishments he paralels Nessus. Hee professes

not keeping of oaths, in breaking em he is stronger then

[2270]

Hercules. He will lye sir, with such volubilitie, that you

would thinke truth were a foole: drunkennesse is his best

vertue, for he will be swine‑drunke, and in his sleepe he

does little harme, saue to his bed‑cloathes about him:

but they know his conditions, and lay him in straw. I

[2275]

haue but little more to say sir of his honesty, he ha's eue­

rie thing that an honest man should not haue; what an

honest man should haue, he has nothing.

Cap. G.

I begin to loue him for this.

Ber.

For this description of thine honestie? A pox

[2280]

vpon him for me, he's more and more a Cat.

Int.

What say you to his expertnesse in warre?

Par.

Faith sir, ha's led the drumme before the Eng­

lish Tragedians: to belye him I will not, and more of his

souldiership I know not, except in that Country, he had

[2285]

the honour to be the Officer at a place there called Mile‑ end , to instruct for the doubling of files. I would doe the

man what honour I can, but of this I am not certaine.

Cap. G.

He hath out‑villain'd villanie so farre, that the

raritie redeemes him.

Ber.
[2290]

A pox on him, he's a Cat still.

Int.

His qualities being at this poore price, I neede

not to aske you, if Gold will corrupt him to reuolt.

Par.

Sir, for a Cardceue he will sell the fee‑simple of

his saluation, the inheritance of it, and cut th'intaile from

[2295]

all remainders, and a perpetuall succession for it perpe­

tually.

Int.

What's his Brother, the other Captain Dumain?

Cap. E.

Why do's he aske him of me?

Int.

What's he?

Par.
[2300]

E'ne a Crow a'th same nest: not altogether so

great as the first in goodnesse, but greater a great deale in

euill. He excels his Brother for a coward, yet his Brother

is reputed one of the best that is. In a retreate hee out­

runnes any Lackey; marrie in comming on, hee ha's the

[2305]

Crampe.

Int.

If your life be saued, will you vndertake to betray

the Florentine.

Par.

I, and the Captaine of his horse, Count Rossillion.

Int.

Ile whisper with the Generall, and knowe his

[2310]

pleasure.

Par.

Ile no more drumming, a plague of all drummes,

onely to seeme to deserue well, and to beguile the suppo­ sition All's Well, that Ends Well.

sition of that lasciuious yong boy the Count, haue I run

into this danger: yet who would haue suspected an am­

[2315]

bush where I was taken?

Int.

There is no remedy sir, but you must dye: the

Generall sayes, you that haue so traitorously discouerd

the secrets of your army, and made such pestifferous re­

ports of men very nobly held, can serue the world for

[2320]

no honest vse: therefore you must dye. Come heades­

man, off with his head.

Par.

O Lord sir let me liue, or let me see my death.

Int.

That shall you, and take your leaue of all your

friends:

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So, looke about you, know you any heere?

Count.

Good morrow noble Captaine.

Lo. E.

God blesse you Captaine Parolles.

Cap. G.

God saue you noble Captaine.

Lo. E.

Captain, what greeting will you to my Lord

[2330]

Lafew? I am for France.

Cap. G.

Good Captaine will you giue me a Copy of

the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalfe of the Count

Rossillion, and I were not a verie Coward, I'de compel

it of you, but far you well.

Exeunt. Int.
[2335]

You are vndone Captaine all but your scarfe,

that has a knot on't yet.

Par.

Who cannot be crush'd with a plot?

Inter.

If you could finde out a Countrie where but

women were that had receiued so much shame, you

[2340]

might begin an impudent Nation. Fare yee well sir, I

am for France too, we shall speake of you there.

Exit Par. Yet am I thankfull: if my heart were great 'Twould burst at this: Captaine Ile be no more, But I will eate, and drinke, and sleepe as soft
[2345]
As Captaine shall. Simply the thing I am Shall make me liue: who knowes himselfe a braggart Let him feare this; for it will come to passe, That euery braggart shall be found an Asse. Rust sword, coole blushes, and Parrolles liue
[2350]
Safest in shame: being fool'd, by fool'rie thriue; There's place and meanes for euery man aliue. Ile after them.
Exit.
[Act 4, Scene 4] Enter Hellen, Widdow, and Diana. Hel. That you may well perceiue I haue not wrong'd you, One of the greatest in the Christian world
[2355]
Shall be my suretie: for whose throne 'tis needful Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneele. Time was, I did him a desired office Deere almost as his life, which gratitude Through flintie Tartars bosome would peepe forth,
[2360]
And answer thankes. I duly am inform'd, His grace is at Marcellæ, to which place We haue conuenient conuoy: you must know I am supposed dead, the Army breaking, My husband hies him home, where heauen ayding,
[2365]
And by the leaue of my good Lord the King, Wee'l be before our welcome.
Wid. Gentle Madam, You neuer had a seruant to whose trust Your busines was more welcome. Hel.
[2370]
Nor your Mistris Euer a friend, whose thoughts more truly labour To recompence your loue: Doubt not but heauen Hath brought me vp to be your daughters dower, As it hath fated her to be my motiue
[2375]
And helper to a husband. But O strange men, That can such sweet vse make of what they hate, When sawcie trusting of the cosin'd thoughts Defiles the pitchy night, so lust doth play With what it loathes, for that which is away,
[2380]
But more of this heereafter: you Diana, Vnder my poore instructions yet must suffer Something in my behalfe.
Dia. Let death and honestie Go with your impositions, I am yours
[2385]
Vpon your will to suffer.
Hel. Yet I pray you: But with the word the time will bring on summer, When Briars shall haue leaues as well as thornes, And be as sweet as sharpe: we must away,
[2390]
Our Wagon is prepar'd, and time reuiues vs, All's well that ends well, still the fines the Crowne; What ere the course, the end is the renowne.
Exeunt
[Act 4, Scene 5] Enter Clowne, old Lady, and Lafew. Laf.

No, no, no, your sonne was misled with a snipt

taffata fellow there, whose villanous saffron wold haue

[2395]

made all the vnbak'd and dowy youth of a nation in his

colour: your daughter‑in‑law had beene aliue at this

houre, and your sonne heere at home, more aduanc'd

by the King, then by that red‑tail'd humble Bee I speak

of.

La.
[2400]

I would I had not knowne him, it was the death

of the most vertuous gentlewoman, that euer Nature

had praise for creating. If she had pertaken of my flesh

and cost mee the deerest groanes of a mother, I could

not haue owed her a more rooted loue.

Laf.
[2405]

Twas a good Lady, 'twas a good Lady. Wee

may picke a thousand sallets ere wee light on such ano­

ther hearbe.

Clo.

Indeed sir she was the sweete Margerom of the

sallet, or rather the hearbe of grace.

Laf.
[2410]

They are not hearbes you knaue, they are nose­

hearbes.

Clowne.

I am no great Nabuchadnezar sir, I haue not

much skill in grace.

Laf.

Whether doest thou professe thy selfe, a knaue

[2415]

or a foole?

Clo.

A foole sir at a womans seruice, and a knaue

at a mans.

Laf.

Your distinction.

Clo.

I would cousen the man of his wife, and do his

[2420]

seruice.

Laf.

So you were a knaue at his seruice indeed.

Clo.

And I would giue his wife my bauble sir to doe

her seruice.

Laf.

I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knaue

[2425]

and foole.

Clo.

At your seruice.

Laf.

No, no, no.

Clo.

Why sir, if I cannot serue you, I can serue as

great a prince as you are.

Laf.
[2430]

Whose that, a Frenchman?

Clo.

Faith sir a has an English maine, but his fisno­

mie is more hotter in France then there.

Laf.

What prince is that?

Clo.

The blacke prince sir, alias the prince of darke­

[2435]

nesse, alias the diuell.

Laf.

Hold thee there's my purse, I giue thee not this

to suggest thee from thy master thou talk'st off, serue

him still.

Clow All's Well that Ends Well. Clo.

I am a woodland fellow sir, that alwaies loued

[2440]

a great fire, and the master I speak of euer keeps a good

fire, but sure he is the Prince of the world, let his No­

bilitie remaine in's Court. I am for the house with the

narrow gate, which I take to be too little for pompe to

enter: some that humble themselues may, but the ma­

[2445]

nie will be too chill and tender, and theyle bee for the

flowrie way that leads to the broad gate, and the great

fire.

Laf.

Go thy waies, I begin to bee a wearie of thee,

and I tell thee so before, because I would not fall out

[2450]

with thee. Go thy wayes, let my horses be wel look'd

too, without any trickes.

Clo.

If I put any trickes vpon em sir, they shall bee

Iades trickes, which are their owne right by the law of

Nature.

exit Laf.
[2455]

A shrewd knaue and an vnhappie.

Lady.

So a is. My Lord that's gone made himselfe

much sport out of him, by his authoritie hee remaines

heere, which he thinkes is a pattent for his sawcinesse,

and indeede he has no pace, but runnes where he will.

Laf.
[2460]

I like him well, 'tis not amisse: and I was about

to tell you, since I heard of the good Ladies death, and

that my Lord your sonne was vpon his returne home. I

moued the King my master to speake in the behalfe of

my daughter, which in the minoritie of them both, his

[2465]

Maiestie out of a selfe gracious remembrance did first

propose, his Highnesse hath promis'd me to doe it, and

to stoppe vp the displeasure he hath conceiued against

your sonne, there is no fitter matter. How do's your

Ladyship like it?

La.
[2470]

With verie much content my Lord, and I wish

it happily effected.

Laf.

His Highnesse comes post from Marcellus, of as

able bodie as when he number'd thirty, a will be heere

to morrow, or I am deceiu'd by him that in such intel­

[2475]

ligence hath seldome fail'd.

La.

It reioyces me, that I hope I shall see him ere I

die. I haue letters that my sonne will be heere to night:

I shall beseech your Lordship to remaine with mee, till

they meete together.

Laf.
[2480]

Madam, I was thinking with what manners I

might safely be admitted.

Lad.

You neede but pleade your honourable priui­

ledge.

Laf.

Ladie, of that I haue made a bold charter, but

[2485]

I thanke my God, it holds yet.

Enter Clowne. Clo.

O Madam, yonders my Lord your sonne with

a patch of veluet on's face, whether there bee a scar vn­

der't or no, the Veluet knowes, but 'tis a goodly patch

of Veluet, his left cheeke is a cheeke of two pile and a

[2490]

halfe, but his right cheeke is worne bare.

Laf. A scarre nobly got, Or a noble scarre, is a good liu'rie of honor, So belike is that. Clo.

But it is your carbinado'd face.

Laf.
[2495]

Let vs go see

your sonne I pray you, I long to talke

With the yong noble souldier.

Clowne.

'Faith there's a dozen of em, with delicate

fine hats, and most courteous feathers, which bow the

[2500]

head, and nod at euerie man.

Exeunt
Actus Quintus. [Act 5, Scene 1] Enter Hellen, Widdow, and Diana, with two Attendants. Hel. But this exceeding posting day and night, Must wear your spirits low, we cannot helpe it: But since you haue made the daies and nights as one, To weare your gentle limbes in my affayres,
[2505]
Be bold you do so grow in my requitall, As nothing can vnroote you. In happie time, Enter a gentle Astringer. This man may helpe me to his Maiesties eare, If he would spend his power. God saue you sir.
Gent.

And you.

Hel.
[2510]

Sir, I haue seene you in the Court of France.

Gent.

I haue beene sometimes there.

Hel. I do presume sir, that you are not falne From the report that goes vpon your goodnesse, And therefore goaded with most sharpe occasions,
[2515]
Which lay nice manners by, I put you to The vse of your owne vertues, for the which I shall continue thankefull.
Gent.

What's your will?

Hel. That it will please you
[2520]
To giue this poore petition to the King, And ayde me with that store of power you haue To come into his presence.
Gen.

The Kings not heere.

Hel.

Not heere sir?

Gen.
[2525]
Not indeed, He hence remou'd last night, and with more hast Then is his vse.
Wid.

Lord how we loose our paines.

Hel. All's well that ends well yet,
[2530]
Though time seeme so aduerse, and meanes vnfit: I do beseech you, whither is he gone?
Gent.

Marrie as I take it to Rossillion,

Whither I am going.

Hel. I do beseech you sir,
[2535]
Since you are like to see the King before me, Commend the paper to his gracious hand, Which I presume shall render you no blame, But rather make you thanke your paines for it, I will come after you with what good speede
[2540]
Our meanes will make vs meanes.
Gent.

This Ile do for you.

Hel.

And you shall finde your selfe to be well thankt

what e're falles more. We must to horse againe, Go, go,

prouide.

[Act 5, Scene 2] Enter Clowne and Parrolles. Par.
[2545]

Good M r Lauatch giue my Lord Lafew this let­

ter, I haue ere now sir beene better knowne to you, when

I haue held familiaritie with fresher cloathes: but I am

now sir muddied in fortunes mood, and smell somewhat

strong of her strong displeasure.

Clo.
[2550]

Truely, Fortunes displeasure is but sluttish if it

smell so strongly as thou speak'st of: I will henceforth

eate no Fish of Fortunes butt'ring. Prethee alow the

winde.

Par.

Nay you neede not to stop your nose sir: I spake

[2555]

but by a Metaphor.

Clo.

Indeed sir, if your Metaphor stinke, I will stop

my nose, or against any mans Metaphor. Prethe get thee

further.

Par. All's Well that Ends Well. Par.

Pray you sir deliuer me this paper.

Clo.
[2560]

Foh, prethee stand away: a paper from fortunes

close‑stoole, to giue to a Nobleman. Looke heere he

comes himselfe.

Enter Lafew. Clo.

Heere is a purre of Fortunes sir, or of Fortunes

Cat, but not a Muscat, that ha's falne into the vncleane

[2565]

fish‑pond of her displeasure, and as he sayes is muddied

withall. Pray you sir, vse the Carpe as you may, for he

ookes like a poore decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally

naue. I doe pittie his distresse in my smiles of comfort,

nd leaue him to your Lordship.

Par.
[2570]

My Lord I am a man whom fortune hath cruel­

y scratch'd.

Laf.

And what would you haue me to doe? 'Tis too

ate to paire her nailes now. Wherein haue you played

he knaue with fortune that she should scratch you, who

[2575]

f her selfe is a good Lady, and would not haue knaues

hriue long vnder? There's a Cardecue for you: Let the

ustices make you and fortune friends; I am for other

usinesse.

Par.

I beseech your honour to heare mee one single

[2580]

word,

Laf.

you begge a single peny more: Come you shall

ha't, saue your word.

Par.

My name my good Lord is Parrolles.

Laf.

You begge more then word then. Cox my pas­

[2585]

on, giue me your hand: How does your drumme?

Par.

O my good Lord, you were the first that found

ee.

Laf.

Was I insooth? And I was the first that lost thee.

Par.

It lies in you my Lord to bring me in some grace

[2590]

or you did bring me out.

Laf.

Out vpon thee knaue, doest thou put vpon mee

t once both the office of God and the diuel: one brings

ee in grace, and the other brings thee out. The Kings

omming I know by his Trumpets. Sirrah, inquire fur­

[2595]

er after me, I had talke of you last night, though you

re a foole and a knaue, you shall eate, go too, follow.

Par.

I praise God for you.

[Act 5, Scene 3] Flourish. Enter King, old Lady, Lafew, the two French Lords, with attendants. Kin.

We lost a Iewell of her, and our esteeme

as made much poorer by it: but your sonne,

[2600]

s mad in folly, lack'd the sence to know

er estimation home.

Old La.

'Tis past my Liege,

nd I beseech your Maiestie to make it

aturall rebellion, done i'th blade of youth,

[2605]

hen oyle and fire, too strong for reasons force,

re‑beares it, and burnes on.

Kin. My honour'd Lady, haue forgiuen and forgotten all, Though my reuenges were high bent vpon him,
[2610]
And watch'd the time to shoote.
Laf. This I must say, ut first I begge my pardon: the yong Lord id to his Maiesty, his Mother, and his Ladie, ffence of mighty note; but to himselfe
[2615]
he greatest wrong of all. He lost a wife, hose beauty did astonish the suruey f richest eies: whose words all eares tooke captiue, hose deere perfection, hearts that scorn'd to serue, Humbly call'd Mistris.
Kin.
[2620]
Praising what is lost, Makes the remembrance deere. Well, call him hither, We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill All repetition: Let him not aske our pardon, The nature of his great offence is dead,
[2625]
And deeper then obliuion, we do burie Th' incensing reliques of it. Let him approach A stranger, no offender; and informe him So 'tis our will he should.
Gent.

I shall my Liege.

Kin.
[2630]
What sayes he to your daughter, Haue you spoke?
Laf.

All that he is, hath reference to your Highnes.

Kin.

Then shall we haue a match. I haue letters sent

me, that sets him high in fame.

Enter Count Bertram. Laf.
[2635]

He lookes well on't.

Kin. I am not a day of season, For thou maist see a sun‑shine, and a haile In me at once: But to the brightest beames Distracted clouds giue way, so stand thou forth,
[2640]
The time is faire againe.
Ber. My high repented blames Deere Soueraigne pardon to me. Kin. All is whole, Not one word more of the consumed time,
[2645]
Let's take the instant by the forward top: For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees Th' inaudible, and noiselesse foot of time Steales, ere we can effect them. You remember The daughter of this Lord?
Ber.
[2650]
Admiringly my Liege, at first I stucke my choice vpon her, ere my heart Durst make too bold a herauld of my tongue: Where the impression of mine eye enfixing, Contempt his scornfull Perspectiue did lend me,
[2655]
Which warpt the line, of euerie other fauour, Scorn'd a faire colour, or exprest it stolne, Extended or contracted all proportions To a most hideous obiect. Thence it came, That she whom all men prais'd, and whom my selfe,
[2660]
Since I haue lost, haue lou'd; was in mine eye The dust that did offend it.
Kin. Well excus'd: That thou didst loue her, strikes some scores away From the great compt: but loue that comes too late,
[2665]
Like a remorsefull pardon slowly carried To the great sender, turnes a sowre offence, Crying, that's good that's gone: Our rash faults, Make triuiall price of serious things we haue, Not knowing them, vntill we know their graue.
[2670]
Oft our displeasures to our selues vniust, Destroy our friends, and after weepe their dust: Our owne loue waking, cries to see what's don,e done, While shamefull hate sleepes out the afternoone. Be this sweet Helens knell, and now forget her.
[2675]
Send forth your amorous token for faire Maudlin, The maine consents are had, and heere wee'l stay To see our widdowers second marriage day: Which better then the first, O deere heauen blesse, Or, ere they meete in me, O Nature cesse.
Laf.
[2680]
Come on my sonne, in whom my houses name Must be digested: giue a fauour from you To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter, That All's Well that Ends Well. That she may quickly come. By my old beard, And eu'rie haire that's on't, Helen that's dead
[2685]
Was a sweet creature: such a ring as this, The last that ere I tooke her leaue at Court, I saw vpon her finger.
Ber.

Hers it was not.

King. Now pray you let me see it. For mine eye,
[2690]
While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd too't: This Ring was mine, and when I gaue it Hellen, I bad her if her fortunes euer stoode Necessitied to helpe, that by this token I would releeue her. Had you that craft to reaue her
[2695]
Of what should stead her most?
Ber. My gracious Soueraigne, How ere it pleases you to take it so, The ring was neuer hers. Old La. Sonne, on my life
[2700]
I haue seene her weare it, and she reckon'd it At her liues rate.
Laf.

I am sure I saw her weare it.

Ber. You are deceiu'd my Lord, she neuer saw it: In Florence was it from a casement throwne mee,
[2705]
Wrap'd in a paper, which contain'd the name Of her that threw it: Noble she was, and thought I stood ingag'd, but when I had subscrib'd To mine owne fortune, and inform'd her fully, I could not answer in that course of Honour
[2710]
As she had made the ouerture, she ceast In heauie satisfaction, and would neuer Receiue the Ring againe.
Kin. Platus himselfe, That knowes the tinct and multiplying med'cine,
[2715]
Hath not in natures mysterie more science, Then I haue in this Ring. 'Twas mine, 'twas Helens, Who euer gaue it you: then if you know That you are well acquainted with your selfe, Confesse 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement
[2720]
You got it from her. She call'd the Saints to suretie, That she would neuer put it from her finger, Vnlesse she gaue it to your selfe in bed, Where you haue neuer come: or sent it vs Vpon her great disaster.
Ber.
[2725]

She neuer saw it.

Kin. Thou speak'st it falsely: as I loue mine Honor, And mak'st connecturall feares to come into me, Which I would faine shut out, if it should proue That thou art so inhumane, 'twill not proue so:
[2730]
And yet I know not, thou didst hate her deadly, And she is dead, which nothing but to close Her eyes my selfe, could win me to beleeue, More then to see this Ring. Take him away, My fore‑past proofes, how ere the matter fall
[2735]
Shall taze my feares of little vanitie, Hauing vainly fear'd too little. Away with him, Wee'l sift this matter further.
Ber. If you shall proue This Ring was euer hers, you shall as easie
[2740]
Proue that I husbanded her bed in Florence, Where yet she neuer was.
Enter a Gentleman. King.

I am wrap'd in dismall thinkings.

Gen. Gracious Soueraigne. Whether I haue beene too blame or no, I know not,
[2745]
Here's a petition from a Florentine, Who hath for foure or fiue remoues come short, To tender it her selfe. I vndertooke it, Vanquish'd thereto by the faire grace and speech Of the poore suppliant, who by this I know
[2750]
Is heere attending: her businesse lookes in her With an importing visage, and she told me In a sweet verball breefe, it did concerne Your Highnesse with her selfe.

A Letter.

[2755]

Upon his many protestations to marrie mee when his wife was

dead, I blush to say it, he wonne me. Now is the Count Ros­

sillion a Widdower, his vowes are forfeited to mee, and my

honors payed to him. Hee stole from Florence, taking no

leaue, and I follow him to his Countrey for Iustice: Grant

[2760]

it me, O King, in you it best lies, otherwise a seducer flou­

rishes, and a poore Maid is vndone.

Diana Capilet.

Laf.

I will buy me a sonne in Law in a faire, and toule

for this. Ile none of him.

Kin.
[2765]
The heauens haue thought well on thee Lafew, To bring forth this discou'rie, seeke these sutors: Go speedily, and bring againe the Count. Enter Bertram.

I am a‑feard the life of Hellen (Ladie)

Was fowly snatcht.

Old La.
[2770]

Now iustice on the doers.

King. I wonder sir, sir, wiues are monsters to you, And that you flye them as you sweare them Lordship, Yet you desire to marry. What woman's that? Enter Widdow, Diana, and Parrolles. Dia. I am my Lord a wretched Florentine,
[2775]
Deriued from the ancient Capilet, My suite as I do vnderstand you know, And therefore know how farre I may be pittied.
Wid. I am her Mother sir, whose age and honour Both suffer vnder this complaint we bring,
[2780]
And both shall cease, without your remedie.
King.

Come hether Count, do you know these Wo­

men?

Ber. My Lord, I neither can nor will denie, But that I know them, do they charge me further? Dia.
[2785]

Why do you looke so strange vpon your wife?

Ber.

She's none of mine my Lord.

Dia. If you shall marrie You giue away this hand, and that is mine, You giue away heauens vowes, and those are mine:
[2790]
You giue away my selfe, which is knowne mine: For I by vow am so embodied yours, That she which marries you, must marrie me, Either both or none.
Laf.

Your reputation comes too short for my daugh­

[2795]

ter, you are no husband for her.

Ber. My Lord, this is a fond and desp'rate creature, Whom sometime I haue laugh'd with: Let your highnes Lay a more noble thought vpon mine honour, Then for to thinke that I would sinke it heere. Kin.
[2800]
Sir for my thoughts, you haue them il to friend, Till your deeds gaine them fairer: proue your honor, Then in my thought it lies.
Dian. Good my Lord, Aske him vpon his oath, if hee do's thinke
[2805]
He had not my virginity.
Kin.

What saist thou to her?

Ber. She's impudent my Lord, And was a common gamester to the Campe. Dia. He do's me wrong my Lord: If I were so,
[2810]
He might haue bought me at a common price. Do All's Well, that Ends Well. o not beleeue him. O behold this Ring, hose high respect and rich validitie id lacke a Paralell: yet for all that e gaue it to a Commoner a'th Campe
[2815]
I be one.
Coun. He blushes, and 'tis hit: f sixe preceding Ancestors that Iemme >onfer'd by testament to'th sequent issue ath it beene owed and worne. This is his wife,
[2820]
hat Ring's a thousand proofes.
King. Me thought you saide ou saw one heere in Court could witnesse it. Dia. I did my Lord, but loath am to produce o bad an instrument, his names Parrolles. Laf.
[2825]

I saw the man to day, if man he bee.

Kin.

Finde him, and bring him hether.

Ros. What of him: e's quoted for a most perfidious slaue ith all the spots a'th world, taxt and debosh'd,
[2830]
hose nature sickens: but to speake a truth, m I, or that or this for what he'l vtter, hat will speake any thing.
Kin.

She hath that Ring of yours.

Ros. I thinke she has; certaine it is I lyk'd her,
[2835]
nd boorded her i'th wanton way of youth: he knew her distance, and did angle for mee, adding my eagernesse with her restraint, s all impediments in fancies course re motiues of more fancie, and in fine,
[2840]
er insuite comming with her moderne grace, ubdu'd me to her rate, she got the Ring, nd I had that which any inferiour might t Market price haue bought.
Dia. I must be patient:
[2845]
ou that haue turn'd off a first so noble wife, May iustly dyet me. I pray you yet, Since you lacke vertue, I will loose a husband) end for your Ring, I will returne it home, nd giue me mine againe.
Ros.
[2850]

I haue it not.

Kin.

What Ring was yours I pray you?

Dian.

Sir much like the same vpon your finger.

Kin.

Know you this Ring, this Ring was his of late.

Dia.

And this was it I gaue him being a bed.

Kin.
[2855]

The story then goes false, you threw it him

ut of a Casement.

Dia.

I haue spoke the truth. Enter Parolles.

Ros.

My Lord, I do confesse the ring was hers.

Kin. You boggle shrewdly, euery feather starts you:
[2860]
s this the man you speake of?
Dia.

I, my Lord

Kin. Tell me sirrah, but tell me true I charge you, Not fearing the displeasure of your master: Which on your iust proceeding, Ile keepe off,
[2865]
By him and by this woman heere, what know you?
Par.

So please your Maiesty, my master hath bin an

honourable Gentleman. Trickes hee hath had in him,

which Gentlemen haue.

Kin.

Come, come, to'th' purpose: Did hee loue this

[2870]

woman?

Par.

Faith sir he did loue her, but how.

Kin.

How I pray you?

Par.

He did loue her sir, as a Gent. loues a Woman.

Kin.

How is that?

Par.
[2875]

He lou'd her sir, and lou'd her not.

Kin.

As thou art a knaue and no knaue, what an equi­

uocall Companion is this?

Par.

I am a poore man, and at your Maiesties com­

mand.

Laf.
[2880]

Hee's a good drumme my Lord, but a naughtie

Orator.

Dian.

Do you know he promist me marriage?

Par.

Faith I know more then Ile speake.

Kin.

But wilt thou not speake all thou know'st?

Par.
[2885]

Yes so please your Maiesty: I did goe betweene

them as I said, but more then that he loued her, for in­

deede he was madde for her, and talkt of Sathan, and of

Limbo, and of Furies, and I know not what: yet I was in

that credit with them at that time, that I knewe of their

[2890]

going to bed, and of other motions, as promising her

marriage, and things which would deriue mee ill will to

speake of, therefore I will not speake what I know.

Kin.

Thou hast spoken all alreadie, vnlesse thou canst

say they are maried, but thou art too fine in thy euidence,

[2895]

therefore stand aside. This Ring you say was yours.

Dia.

I my good Lord.

Kin.

Where did you buy it? Or who gaue it you?

Dia.

It was not giuen me, nor I did not buy it.

Kin.

Who lent it you?

Dia.
[2900]

It was not lent me neither.

Kin.

Where did you finde it then?

Dia.

I found it not.

Kin. If it were yours by none of all these wayes, How could you giue it him? Dia.
[2905]

I neuer gaue it him.

Laf.

This womans an easie gloue my Lord, she goes

off and on at pleasure.

Kin.

This Ring was mine, I gaue it his first wife.

Dia.

It might be yours or hers for ought I know.

Kin.
[2910]
Take her away, I do not like her now, To prison with her: and away with him, Vnlesse thou telst me where thou hadst this Ring, Thou diest within this houre.
Dia.

Ile neuer tell you.

Kin.
[2915]

Take her away.

Dia.

Ile put in baile my liedge.

Kin.

I thinke thee now some common Customer.

Dia.

By Ioue if euer I knew man 'twas you.

King.

Wherefore hast thou accusde him al this while.

Dia.
[2920]
Because he's guiltie, and he is not guilty: He knowes I am no Maid, and hee'l sweare too't: Ile sweare I am a Maid, and he knowes not. Great King I am no strumpet, by my life, I am either Maid, or else this old mans wife.
Kin.
[2925]

She does abuse our eares, to prison with her.

Dia. Good mother fetch my bayle. Stay Royall sir, The Ieweller that owes the Ring is sent for, And he shall surety me. But for this Lord, Who hath abus'd me as he knowes himselfe,
[2930]
Though yet he neuer harm'd me, heere I quit him. He knowes himselfe my bed he hath defil'd, And at that time he got his wife with childe: Dead though she be, she feeles her yong one kicke: So there's my riddle, one that's dead is quicke,
[2935]
And now behold the meaning.
Enter Hellen and Widdow. Kin. Is there no exorcist Beguiles the truer Office of mine eyes? Is't reall that I see? Hel.

No my good Lord,

Y 'Tis All's Well, that Ends Well.
[2940]
'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see, The name, and not the thing.
Ros.

Both, both, O pardon.

Hel. Oh my good Lord, when I was like this Maid, I found you wondrous kinde, there is your Ring,
[2945]
And looke you, heeres your letter: this it sayes, When from my finger you can get this Ring, And is by me with childe, &c. This is done, Will you be mine now you are doubly wonne?
Ros. If she my Liege can make me know this clearly,
[2950]
Ile loue her dearely, euer, euer dearly.
Hel. If it appeare not plaine, and proue vntrue, Deadly diuorce step betweene me and you. O my deere mother do I see you liuing? Laf. Mine eyes smell Onions, I shall weepe anon:
[2955]
Good Tom Drumme lend me a handkercher. So I thanke thee, waite on me home, Ile make sport with thee: Let thy curtsies alone, they are scuruy ones.
King. Let vs from point to point this storie know, To make the euen truth in pleasure flow: If thou beest yet a fresh vncropped flower,
[2960]
Choose thou thy husband, and Ile pay thy dower. For I can guesse, that by thy honest ayde, Thou keptst a wife her selfe, thy selfe a Maide. Of that and all the progresse more and lesse, Resoluedly more leasure shall expresse:
[2965]
All yet seemes well, and if it end so meete, The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
Flourish. THe Kings a Begger, now the Play is done, All is well ended, if this suite be wonne, That you expresse Content: which we will pay,
[2970]
With strife to please you, day exceeding day: Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts, Your gentle hands lend vs, and take our hearts.
Exeunt. omn.
FINIS.

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[Act 2, Scene 2] Enter Countesse and Clowne. Lady.

Come on sir, I shall now put you to the height

of your breeding.

Clown.

I will shew my selfe highly fed, and lowly

taught, I know my businesse is but to the Court.

Lady.
[805]

To the Court, why what place make you spe­

ciall, when you put off that with such contempt, but to

the Court?

Clo.

Truly Madam, if God haue lent a man any man­

ners, hee may easilie put it off at Court: hee that cannot

[810]

make a legge, put off's cap, kisse his hand, and say no­

thing, has neither legge, hands, lippe, nor cap; and in­

deed such a fellow, to say precisely, were not for the

Court, but for me, I haue an answere will serue all men.

Lady.

Marry that's a bountifull answere that fits all

[815]

questions.

Clo.

It is like a Barbers chaire that fits all buttockes,

the pin buttocke, the quatch‑buttocke, the brawn but­

tocke, or any buttocke.

Lady.

Will your answere serue fit to all questions?

Clo.
[820]

As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an Attu­

rney, as your French Crowne for your taffety punke, as

Tibs rush for Toms fore‑finger, as a pancake for Shroue‑

tuesday, a Morris for May‑day, as the naile to his hole,

the Cuckold to his horne, as a scolding queane to a

[825]

wrangling knaue, as the Nuns lip to the Friers mouth,

nay as the pudding to his skin.

Lady.

Haue you, I say, an answere of such fitnesse for

all questions?

Clo.

From below your Duke, to beneath your Con­

[830]

stable, it will fit any question.

Lady.

It must be an answere of most monstrous size,

that must fit all demands.

Clo.

But a triflle neither in good faith, if the learned

should speake truth of it: heere it is, and all that belongs

[835]

to't. Aske mee if I am a Courtier, it shall doe you no

harme to learne.

Lady.

To be young againe if we could: I will bee a

foole in question, hoping to bee the wiser by you're an­

swer.

La.
[840]

I pray you sir, are you a Courtier?

Clo.

O Lord sir theres a simple putting off: more,

more, a hundred of them.

La.

Sir I am a poore freind of yours, that loues you.

Clo.

O Lord sir, thicke, thicke, spare not me.

La.
[845]

I thinke sir, you can eate none of this homely

meate.

Clo.

O Lord sir; nay put me too't, I warrant you.

La.

You were lately whipt sir as I thinke.

Clo.

O Lord sir, spare not me.

La.
[850]

Doe you crie O Lord sir at your whipping, and

spare not me? Indeed your O Lord sir, is very sequent

to your whipping: you would answere very well to a

whipping if you were but bound too't.

Clo.

I nere had worse lucke in my life in my O Lord

[855]

sir: I see things may serue long, but not serue euer.

La.

I play the noble huswife with the time, to enter­

taine it so merrily with a foole.

Clo.

O Lord sir, why there't serues well agen.

La. And end sir to your businesse: giue Hellen this,
[860]
And vrge her to a present answer backe, Commend me to my kinsmen, and my sonne, This is not much.
Clo.

Not much commendation to them.

La. Not much imployement for you, you vnder­ stand me. Clo.
[865]

Most fruitfully, I am there, before my legegs legges .

La.

Hast you agen.

Exeunt
 

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