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Reference: X5v - Comedies, p. 252

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All's Well that Ends Well. 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.
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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

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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.
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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

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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.
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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

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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.
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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

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head, and nod at euerie man.

Exeunt

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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,
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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.
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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,
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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
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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.
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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,
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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,
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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
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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.
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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.
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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

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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.

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

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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.

Pray you sir deliuer me this paper.

Clo.
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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

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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.
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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.

 

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