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ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL
Ring of FRANCE.
HELENA, a Gentlewoman protected by the Duke of FLORENCE.
Countess. BERTRAM, Count of Rousillon.
An Old Widow of Florence. LAFEU, an old Lord.
DIANA, Daughter to the Widow. PAROLLES, a follower of Bertram.
VIOLENTA, neighbours and friends to the Several young French Lords, that serve with MARIANA, 3 Widow.
Bertram in the Florentine war. STEWARD, Servants to the Countess of Rou- Lords, attending on the King; Officers, Sol. CLOWN, '} sillon.
diers, &c. French and Florentine. A Page.
Scene, partly in France, and partly in Tuscany. COUNTEss of RousiLLON, mother to Bertram.
Laf. A fistula, my lord, SCENE 1.-Rousillon Room in the Coun
Ber. I heard not of it before. tess' Palace.
Luf. I would, it were not notorious.-Was Enter Bertram, the Countess of RousILLON, Narbon ?
this gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de HELENA, and LAFEU, in mourning.
Count. His sole child, my lord; and be. Count. In delivering my son from me, I bury queathed to my overlooking. I bave those a second husband.
hopes of her good, that her education promises : Ber. And I, in going, madam, weep o'er my her dispositions she inherits, which makes fair father's death anew : but I must attend his gifts fairer; for where an unclean mind carries majesty's command, to whom I am now in virtuous qualities, there commendations go ward, evermore in subjection.
with pity, they are virtues and traitors too; m Lat. You shall find of the king a husband, her they are the better for their simpleness; madam ;-you, Sir, a father : He that so gene- she derives her honesty, and achieves her rally is at all times good, must of necessity goodness. hold his virtue to you ; whose worthiness would Luf. Your commendations, madam, get frona stir it up where it wanted, rather than lack it her tears. where there is such abundance.
Count. 'Tis the best brine a inaiden can seaCount. What hope is there of his majesty's son her praise in. The remembrance of her amendment ?
father never approaches her heart, but the Laf. He hath abandoned his physicians, ma- tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood dam; under whose practices he hath persecut from her cheek. No more of this, Helena, go ed time with hope; and finds no other advan- to, no more ; lest it be rather thought you af. tage in the process but only the losing of hope fect a sorrow, than to have. by time.
Hel. I do affect a sorrow, indeed, but I have Count. This young gentlewoman had a fa: it too. ther, (0, that had ! | how sad a passage 'tis !) Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of whose skill was almost as great as his hones- the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the livty; had it stretched so far, would have made ing. nature immortal, and death should have play Count. If the living be enemy to the grisf, for lack of work! 'Would, for the king's sake, the excess makes it soon mortal. he were living! I think, it would be the death Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes of the king's disease.
Laf. How understand we that? Laf. How called you the man you speak of, Count. Be thou bless'd, Bertram! and suo. madama:
ceed thy father Count. He was famous, Sir, in his profession, In manners, as in shape! thy blood, and virtue, and it was his great right to be so: Gerard de Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness Narbon.
Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a Laf. He was excellent, indeed, madam; the
few, king very lately spoke of him, admiringly, and Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy mourningly: he was skilful enough to have Rather in power, than use; and keep thy friend lived still, if knowledge could be set up against Under thy own life's key: be check'd for simortality.
[will, Ber. What is it, my good lord, the king lan- | But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more guishes of
* Qualities of good breeding and erudition * Under his particular care, as my guardian.
# Her excellences are the better because they are not * The countess recollects her owu loss of a husband ard less. observes how heavily had passes through her mind.
* AU appearance of life.
That thee may furnish,* and my prayers pluck , you lose your city. It is not politic in the down,
commonwealth of nature, to preserve virginity. Fall on thy head! Farewell. My lord, Loss of virginity is rational increase; and there "Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord, was never virgin got, till virginity was first Advise him.
lost. That, you were made of, is metal to make Laf. He cannot want the best
virgins. Virginity, by being once lost, may be That shall attend his love.
ten times found : by being ever kept, it is ever Count. Heaven bless him !-Farewell, Ber- lost : 'tis too cold a companion; away with it. tram.
[Exit Countess. Hel. I will stand for't a little, though thereBer. The best wishes, that can be forged in fore I die a virgin. your thoughts, [To HELENA] be servants to Par. There's little can be said in't;'tis against you !+ Be comfortable to my mother, your mis- the rule of nature. To speak on the part of tress, and make much of her.
virginity, is to accuse your mothers; which is Luf. Farewell, pretty lady: You must hold most infallible disobedience. He, that hangs ! the credit of your father.
himself, is a virgin : virginity murders itself'; [E.ceunt BERTRAM and LaFeu. and should be buried in highways, out of Hel. 0, were that all! I think not on my all sanctified limit, as a desperate offendress father;
[more against nature. Virginity breeds mites, much And these great tears grace his remembrance like a cheese; consumes itself to the very parThan those I shed for him. What was he like? ing, and so dies with feeding his own stomach. I have forgot him: my imagination
Besides, virginity is peevish,
proud, idle, made Carries no favour in it, but Bertram's. of self-love, which is the most inhibited* sin I am undone ; there is no living, none,
in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose If Bertram be away. It were all one, but lose by't: Out with't: within ten years it That I should love a bright particular star,
will make itself ten, which is a goodly increase; And think to wed it, he is so above me: and the principal itself not much the worse : In his bright radiance and collateral light Away wíth't. Must I he comforted, not in his sphere.
Hel. How might one do, Sir, to lose it to her The ambition in my love thus plagues itself: own liking ? The hind, that would be mated by the lion, Pur. Let me see: Marry, ill, to like him that Must die for love. Twas pretty, though a ne'er it likes.. 'Tis a commodity will lose the plague,
gloss with lying; the longer kept, the less To see him every hour; to sit and draw worth : off with't, while 'tis vendible; answer His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls, the time of request. Virginity, like an old In our heart's table; heart, too capable courtier, wears her cap out of fashion; richly Of every line and tricks of his sweet favour :// suited, but unsuitable: just like the brooch But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy and tooth-pick, which wear not now: Your Must sanctify his relics. Who comes here? datet is better in your pie and your porridge,
than in your cheek: And your virginity, your Enter PAROLLES.
old virginity, is like one of our French withered One that goes with him: I love him for his pears; it looks ill, it eats dryly; marry, 'tis a And yet I know him a notorious liar, [sake; withered pear; it was formerly better; marry, Think him a great way fool, solely a coward;' yet, 'tis a withered pear: Will you any thing Yet these fix d evils sít to fit in him,
with it? That they take place, when virtue's steely bones Hel. Not my virginity yet. Look bleak in the cold wind: withal, full oft There shall your master have a thousand loves,
A mother, and a mistress, and a friend,
A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,
A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear; Pur. No.
His humble ambition, proud humility,
His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet, Par. Are you meditating on virginity? His faith, his sweet disaster; with a world Hel. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms, Fou; let me ask you a question : Man is enemy That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall hems to virginity; how may we barricado it against I know not what he shall :-God send him
well! Par. Keep him out.
The court's a learning-place;-—and he is one Hel. But he assails; and our virginity, though Par. What one, i'faith? valiant in the defence, yet is weak: unfola to
Hel. That I wish well.— "Tis pityus some warlike resistance.
Par. What's pity ? fore you, will undermine you, and blow you which might be felt that we, the poorer born, up.
Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes, Hel. Bless our poor virginity from under- Might with effects of them follow our friends, miners, and blowers up !Is there no military And show
what we alone must think ;t which policy, how virgins might blow up men? Returns us thanks.
[never Par. Virginity, being blown down, man will quicklier be blown up: marry, in blowing him
Enter a Page. down again, with the breach yourselves made,
Puge. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you.
[Exit PAGE, .!.e. That may help thce with more and better quali- Par. Little Helen, farewell: it I can remen
Hel. And no.
ber thee, I will think of thee at court. t1.e. May you be mistress of your wishes, and have power to bring them to effect.
* Forbidden. : Helena considers her heart as the tablet on which his + A quibble on date, which means age, and candied fruit * Peculiarity of feature.
le. And show by realities vhat we now mist on y 1 Countenance.
resemblance was pourtrayed.
Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born un- The Tuscan service, freely have they leave derra charitable star.
To stand on either part. Par. Under Mars, I.
2 Lord. It may well serve
For breathing and exploit.
Enter BERTRAM, Lareo, and PAROLLES. Hel. When he was retrograde, I think,
1 Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good rather.
(ford, Par. Why think you so?
King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face Hel . You go so much backward, when you Hath well compos’d thee. Thy father's moral
Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, fight. Par. That's for advantage.
parts Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes May’st thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris. the safety : But the composition, that your va
Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's. lour and fear makes in you, is a virtue of a
King. I would I had that corporal soundness good wing, and I like the wear well.
now, Par. I am so full of businesses, I cannot As when thy father, and myself, in friendship answer thee acutely : I will return perfect First tried our soldiership! He did look far courtier; in the which, iny instruction shall | Into the service of the time, and was serve to naturalize thee, so thou wilt be capa- Discipled of the bravest: he lasted long; ble* of a courtier's counsel, and understand But on us both did haggish age steal on, what advice shall thrust upon thee; else thou And wore us out of act. It much repairs* me diest in thine unthankfulness, and thine igno- To talk of your good father: In his youth rance makes thee away: farewell. When thou He had the wit, which I can well observe hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast To-day in our young lords; but they may jest, pone, remember thy friends: get thee a good Till their own scorn return to them unnoted, husband, and use him as he uses thee: so fare- Ere they can hide their levity in honour. well.
[Exit. So like a courtier, contempt'not bitterness Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were, Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky His equal had awak'd them; and his honour, Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Clock to itself, knew the true minute when Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. Exception bid'him speak, and, at this time, What power is it, which mounts my love so His tongue obey'd hist hand : who were below high;
He used as creatures of another place; [him That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye! And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks, The mightiest space in fortune nature brings Making them proud of his humility, To join like likes, and kiss like native things. In their poor praise he humbled : Such a man Impossible be strange attempts, to those Might be a copy to these younger times; That weigh their pains in sense; and do sup- Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them pose, But goers backward.
[now What hath been cannot be: Who ever strove Ber. His good remembrance, Sir, To show her merit, that did miss her love?
Les richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb; The king's disease-my project may deceive So in approof ( lives not his epitaph,
As in your royal speech. But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me. King. 'Would, I were with him! He would
(Methinks, I hear him now; his plausive words SCENE II.–Paris. -A Room in the King's To grow there, and to bear,) - Let me not lite
He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them, Palace.
Thus his good melancholy oft began, Flourish of Cornets. Enter the KING OF France, On the catastrophe and heel of pastime, with letters; LORDS and others attending. When it was out,-Let me not lice, quoth he,
After my flame lucks oil, to be the snuff King. The Florentines and Senoyst are by Of younger spirits, whose apprehensire senses
the ears; Have fought with equal fortune, and continue Mere fathers of their garments ;whose con
All but new things disdain ; whose judgements are A braving war.
stancies 1 Lord. So 'tis reported, Sir. King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here re- I, after him, do after him wish too,
Expire before their fashions :This he wish’d: ceive it A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria, I quickly were dissolved from my hive,
Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring home, With caution, that the Florentine will move us to give some labourers room. For speedy aid ; wherein our dearest friend
2 Lord. You are lov'd, Sir; Prejudicates the business, and would seem
They, that least lend it you, shall lack you first. To have us make denial. 1 Lord. His love and wisdom,
King. I fill a place, I know't. -How long
is't, count, Approv'd so to your majesty, may pload
Since the physician at your father's died ? For amplest credence.
He was much fam'd.
Ber. Some six months since, my lord.
King. If he were living, I would try him Yet, for our gentlemen, that mean to see
yet;*l.e. Thou wilt comprehend it.
* To repair here signifies to renovate. $ + Things formed by nature for each other.
+ His is put for its.
1 Approbation. The citizens of the small republic of which Sienna is Who have no other use of their facultiethan to is: the capital.
vent new modes of dress.
Lepd me an arm ;-the rest have worn me out Clo. A prophet I, madam; and I speak the With several applications :-nature and sick- truth the next way:* ness
For I the ballad will repeat, Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count;
Which men full true shaú find ; My son's no dearer.
Your marriage comes by destiny, Ber. Thank your majesty,
Your cuckoo sings by kind. (Exeunt. Flourish.
Count. Get you gone, Sir; I'll talk with you SCENE IIJ.-Rousillon.--- A Room in the more anon. COUNTESS' Palace.
Stew. May it please you, madam, that he bid Enter COUNTESS, STEWARD, and Clown.
Helen come to you; of her I am to speak. Count. I will now hear: what say you of this speak with her Helen I mean.
Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman, I would gentlewoman?
Clo. Was this fair face the cause, quoth she, Stew. Madam, the care I have had to even
[Singing. your content,* I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours; for then we
Why the Grecians sacked Troy? wound our modesty, and make foul the clear- Fond done, t done fond, ness of our deservings, when of ourselves we
Was this king Priam's joy ? publish them.
With thut she sighed as she stood, Count. What does this knave here? Get you
With that she sighed as she stood, gone, sirrah: The complaints, I have heard or
And gave this sentence then ; you, I do not all believe; 'tis my slowness, that
Among nine bud if one be good, I do not : for, I know, you lack not folly to
Among nine but if one be good, commit them, and have ability enough to make
There's yet one good in ten. surh knaveries yours.
Count. What, one good in ten? you corrupt 1. !: 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a the song, sirrah. poor ellow,
Clo. One good woman in ten, madam; which Count. Well, Sir.
is a purifying o' the song: 'Would God would Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well, that I am serve the world so all the year! we'd find no poor; though many of the rich are damned: But, fault with the tythe-woman, if I were the parif I may have your ladyship’s good will to go to son: One in ten, quoth a'!'an we might have the world,t Isbel the woman and I will do as a good woman born but every blazing star, or we may.
at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar? well; a man may draw his heart out, ere he Clo. I do beg your good-will in this case. pluck one. Count In what case?
Count. You'll be gone, Sir knave, and do as Clo. In Isbel's case, and mine own. Ser. I command you? vice is no heritage: and, I think, I shall never Clo. That man should be at woman's comhave the blessing of God, till I have issue of mand, and yet no hurt done !-Though honesty my body; for, they say, bearnst are blessings. be no puritan, yet it will do no hurt; it will
Count. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt wear the surplíce of humility over the black marry.
gown of a big lieart.-I am going, forsooth : the Clo. My poor body, madam, requires it: I business is for Helen to come hither. am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs
[Exit Clown. go, that the devil drives.
Count. Well, now. Count. Is this all your worship's reason ? Stew. I know, madam, you love your gentle-,
Clo. Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, woman entirely. such as they are.
Count. Faith, I do: her father bequeathed Count. May the world know them?
her to me; and she herself, without other adClo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, vantage, may lawfully make title to as much as you and all flesh and blood are; and indeed, love as she finds : there is more owing her, than I do marry, that I may repent.
is paid; and more shall be paid her, than she'll Count. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wicked-demand.
Stew. Madam, I was very late more near her Çlo. I am out of friends, madam; and I hope than, I think, she wished me: alone she was, to have friends for my wife's sake.
and did communicate to herself, her own words Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave. to her own ears; she thought, I dare vow for Clo. You are shallow, madam; e'en great her, they touched not any stranger sense. Her friends; for the knaves come to do that for me, matter was, she loved your son : Fortune, she which I am a-weary of. He, that ears my said, was no goddess, that had put such difland, spares my team, and gives me leave to inn ference betwixt their two estates; Love, no the crop: if I be his cuckold, he's my drudge: god, that would not extend his might, only He, that comforts my wife, is the cherisher of where qualities were level ; Diana, no queen my flesh and blood; he, that cheriskes my flesh of virgins, that would suffer her poor knight to and blood, loves my flesh and blood; he, that be surprised, without rescue, in the first asloves my flesh and blood, is my friend: ergo,ll sault, or ransom afterward: This she deliverhe that kisses my wife, is my friend. If men ed in the most bitter touch of sorrow, that e'er could be contented to be what they are, there I heard virgin exclaim in: which I held my were no fear in marriage ; for young Charbon duty, speedily to acquaint you withal; sithe puritan, and old Poysam the papist, how- thence, in the loss that may happen, it consoe'er their hearts are severed in religion, their cerns you something to know it. keads are both one, they may joll horns to- Count. You have discharged this honestly; gether, like any deer i'the herd.
keep it to yourself: many likelihoods informed Count. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed and me of this before, which hung so tottering in calumnious knave ?
the balance, that I could neither believe, no: 'To act up to your desires. + To be married * Children. | Dlugbe u Therefore,
+ Foolishly done. * Sina
* The nearest way.
misdoubt: Pray you leave me: stall this in That truth should be suspected: Speak, is't so your bosom, and I thank you for your honest If it be so, you have wound a goodly clue; care: I will speak with you further anon. If it be not, forswear't: howe'er, I charge thee.
[E.rit STEWARD. As heaven shall work in me for thine avail,
To tell me truly.
Hel. Good madam, pardon me! Count. Even so it was with me, when I was Count. Do you love my son ? young :
[thorn Hel. Your pardon, noble mistress ! If we are nature's, these are ours; this Count. Love you my son ? Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong;
Hel. Do not you love him, madam? Our blood to us, this to our blood is born; Count. Go not about; my love hath in't a It is the show and séal of nature's truth,
[disclose Where love's strong passion is impressid in Whereof the world takes note: come, come, youth:
The state of your affection; for your passions By our remembrances of days foregone, Have to the full appeach'd. Such were our faults ;-or then we thought
Hel. Then, I confess, them none.
Here on my knee, before high heaven and you. Her eye is sick on't; I observe her now. That before you, and next unto high heaven, Hel. What is your pleasure, madam ?
I love your son Count. You know, Helen,
My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love. I am a mother to you.
Be not offended for it hurts not him, Hel. Mine honourable mistress.
That he is lord of me: I follow him not Count. Nay, a mother;
By any token of presumptuous suit; Why not a mother? When I said a mother,
Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him; Methought you saw a serpent: What's in Yet never know bow that desert should be. mother,
I know I love in vain, strive against hope; That you start at it? I say, I am your mother; Yet, in this captious and intenible sieve, And put you in the catalogue of those
I still pour in the waters of my lovo, That were enwombed mine: 'Tis often seen, And lack not to lose still: thus, Indian-like, Adoption strives with nature; and choice Religious in mine error, I adore breeds
The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, A native slip to us from foreign seeds : But knows of him no more. My dearest maYou ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan, Let not your hate encounter with my love Yet I express to you a mother's care :God's mercy, maiden! does it curd thy blood, For loving where you do: but, if yourself, To say, I am thy mother? What's the matter, Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth, * That this distemper'd messenger of wet,
Did ever, in so true a flame of liking, The many-colour'd Iris, rounds thine eye ? Wish chastely, and love dearly, that your Dian Why ?- -that you are my daughter?
Was both herself and love ;t then, give pity Hel. That I am not.
To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose Count. I say, I am your mother.
But lend and give, where she is sure to lose; Hel. Pardon, madam;
That seeks not to find that her search implies, The count Rousillon cannot be my brother: But, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies. I am from humble, he from honour'd naine; Count. Had you not lately an intent, speak No note upon my parents, his all noble: To go to Paris?
[truly, My master, my dear lord he is; and I
Hel. Madam, I had.
Hel. I will
tell truth; by grace itself, I swear. Count. Nor I your mother?
You know, my father left me some prescripHel. You are my mother, madam; 'Would
tions you were
Of rare and prov'd effects, such as his reading, (So that my lord, your son, were not my And manifest experience, had collected brother,).
(mothers, For general sovereignty; and that he will'd me Indeed, my mother !—or were you both our In heedfullest reservation to bestow them, I care no more for," than I do for heaven, As notes, whose faculties inclusive were, So I were not his sister: Can't no other, More than they were in note:t amongst the But, I your daughter, he must be my brother ? There is a remedy, approv'd, set down, [rest, Count. Yes, Helen, you might be my daugh. To cure the desperate languishes, whereof ter-in-law;
(mother, The king is render'd lost. God shield, you mean it not! daughter, and Count. This was your motive So strivet upon your pulse: What, pale again? For Paris, was it? 'speak. My fear hath catch'd your fondness: Now I Hel. My lord your son made me to think of The mystery of your loneliness, and find (see
this; Your salt tears' head. I Now to all sense 'tis Else Paris, and the medicine, and the king, gross,
Had, from the conversation of my thoughts, You love my son ; invention is asham’d, Haply, been absent then. Against the proclamation of thy passion, Count. But think you, Helen, To say thou dost not: therefore tell me true; If you should tender your supposed aid, But tell me then, 'tis so:—for, look, thy cheeks He would receive it? He and his physicians Confess it one to the other; and thine eyes Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him, See it so grossly shown in thy behaviours, They, that they cannot help: How shall they That in their kinds they speak it: only sin
credit And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue,
A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools, * 1. e. I care as much for: I wish it equally.
* I.e. Whose respectable conduct in age proves that Contend.
you were no less virtuous when young. + 1.e. Vaniu. The source, the cause of your griet.
1 Receipts in which greater virues were analosed than According to their nature.