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Reference: X1r - Comedies, p. 241

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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.

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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

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[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 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.
 

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      <speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
      <p n="1430">Returne you thither.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-aww-cpe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fren.E.</speaker>
      <p n="1431">I Madam, with the swiftest wing of speed.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-aww-hel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hel.</speaker>
      <l rend="italic" n="1432">Till I haue no wife, I haue nothing in France,</l>
      <l n="1433">'Tis bitter.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-aww-cou">
      <speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
      <p n="1434">Finde you that there?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-aww-hel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hel.</speaker>
      <p n="1435">I Madame.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-aww-cpe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fren. E.</speaker>
      <p n="1436">'Tis but the boldnesse of his hand haply, which
      <lb n="1437"/>his heart was not consenting too.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-aww-cou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lad.</speaker>
      <l n="1438">Nothing in France, vntill he haue no wife:</l>
      <l n="1439">There's nothing heere that is too good for him</l>
      <l n="1440">But onely she, and she deserues a Lord</l>
      <l n="1441">That twenty such rude boyes might tend vpon,</l>
      <l n="1442">And call her hourely Mistris. Who was with him?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-aww-cpe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fren. E.</speaker>
      <p n="1443">A seruant onely, and a Gentleman:<choice>
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            <corr>which</corr>
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      <lb n="1444"/>haue sometime knowne.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-aww-cou">
      <speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
      <p n="1445">
         <hi rend="italic">Parolles</hi>was it not?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-aww-cpe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fren. E.</speaker>
      <p n="1446">I my good Ladie, hee.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-aww-cou">
      <speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
      <l n="1447">A verie tainted fellow, and full of wickednesse,</l>
      <l n="1448">My sonne corrupts a well deriued nature</l>
      <l n="1449">With his inducement.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-aww-cpe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fren. E.</speaker>
      <p n="1450">Indeed good Ladie the fellow has a deale of
      <lb n="1451"/>that, too much, which holds him much to haue.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-aww-cou">
      <speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
      <p n="1452">Y'are welcome Gentlemen, I will intreate you
      <lb n="1453"/>when you see my sonne, to tell him that his sword can
      <lb n="1454"/>neuer winne the honor that he looses: more Ile intreate<pb facs="FFimg:axc0262-0.jpg" n="242"/>
         <cb n="1"/>you written to beare along.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-aww-cpg">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fren. G.</speaker>
      <p n="1455">We serue you Madam in that and all your
      <lb n="1456"/>worthiest affaires.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-aww-cou">
      <speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
      <l n="1457">Not so, but as we change our courtesies,</l>
      <l n="1458">Will you draw neere?</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-aww-hel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hel.</speaker>
      <l rend="italic" n="1459">Till I haue no wife I haue nothing in France.</l>
      <l n="1460">Nothing in France vntill he has no wife:</l>
      <l n="1461">Thou shalt haue none<hi rend="italic">Rossillion</hi>, none in France,</l>
      <l n="1462">Then hast thou all againe: poore Lord, is't I</l>
      <l n="1463">That chase thee from thy Countrie, and expose</l>
      <l n="1464">Those tender limbes of thine, to the euent</l>
      <l n="1465">Of the none‑sparing warre? And is it I,</l>
      <l n="1466">That driue thee from the sportiue Court, where thou</l>
      <l n="1467">Was't shot at with faire eyes, to be the marke</l>
      <l n="1468">Of smoakie Muskets? O you leaden messengers,</l>
      <l n="1469">That ride vpon the violent speede of fire,</l>
      <l n="1470">Fly with false ayme, moue the still‑peering aire</l>
      <l n="1471">That sings with piercing, do not touch my Lord:</l>
      <l n="1472">Who euer shoots at him, I set him there.</l>
      <l n="1473">Who euer charges on his forward brest</l>
      <l n="1474">I am the Caitiffe that do hold him too't,</l>
      <l n="1475">And though I kill him not, I am the cause</l>
      <l n="1476">His death was so effected: Better 'twere</l>
      <l n="1477">I met the rauine Lyon when he roar'd</l>
      <l n="1478">With sharpe constraint of hunger: better 'twere,</l>
      <l n="1479">That all the miseries which nature owes</l>
      <l n="1480">Were mine at once. No come thou home<hi rend="italic">Rossillion</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1481">Whence honor but of danger winnes a scarre,</l>
      <l n="1482">As oft it looses all. I will be gone:</l>
      <l n="1483">My being heere it is, that holds thee hence,</l>
      <l n="1484">Shall I stay heere to doo't? No, no, although</l>
      <l n="1485">The ayre of Paradise did fan the house,</l>
      <l n="1486">And Angels offic'd all: I will be gone,</l>
      <l n="1487">That pittifull rumour may report my flight</l>
      <l n="1488">To consolate thine eare. Come night, end day,</l>
      <l n="1489">For with the darke (poore theefe) Ile steale away.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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