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Reference: X5r - Comedies, p. 251

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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

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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

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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

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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.
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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

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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
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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
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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
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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,
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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,
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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.
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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

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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,
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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
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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,
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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

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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.
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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.
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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

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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

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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.
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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

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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

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[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.
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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.
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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.
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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

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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

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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.
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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

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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.

Clo.

I am a woodland fellow sir, that alwaies loued

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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

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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

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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.
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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

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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
 

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      <speaker rend="italic">Laf.</speaker>
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      <lb n="2500"/>head, and nod at euerie man.</p>
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