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ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.
King of France.
Countess of Rousillon, mother to Bertram. Duke of Florence.
Helena, a gentlewoman protected by the Countess Bertram, Count of Rousillon.
An old Widow of Florence. Laseu, an old Lord.
Diana, daughter to the widow. Parolles, a follower of Bertram.
Violenta, Several young French Lords, that serve with Ber- Mariana,
Sneighbours and friends to the widowo. tram in the Florentine war.
Lords, attending on the King; Officers, Soldiers. Steward , } servants to the Countess of Rousillon.
&c. French and Florentine. A Page.
Scene, partly in France, and partly in Tuscany.
Ber. I heard not of it before.
Laf. I would, it were not notorious. Was this SCENE 1:-Rousillon. A Room in the Coun- gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon?
tess's Palace. Enter Bertram, the Countess of Count. His sole child, my lord; and bequeathed Rousillon, Helena, and Lafeu, in mourning. to my overlooking. I'have those hopes of her Countess.
good, that her education promises : her dispositions In delivering my son from me, I bury a second an unclean mind
carries virtuous qualities, there husband.
commendations go with pity, they are virtues and Ber. And I, in going, madam, weep o'er my traitors too; in her they are the better for their father's death anew: but'I must attend his majes- simpleness ;- she derives her honesty, and achieves ty's command, to whom I am now in ward,' ever- her goodness. more in subjection.
Laf. Your commendations, madam, get from Laf. You shall find of the king a husband, ma- her tears. dam;-you, sir, a father: He that so generally is
Count. 'Tis the best brine a maiden can season at all times good, must of necessity hold his virtue her praise in. The remembrance of her father to you; whose worthiness would stir it up where never approaches her heart, but the tyranny of her it wanted, rather than lack it where there is such sorrows takes all livelihoods from her cheek. No abundance.
more of this, Helena, go to, no more ; lets it be Corent. What hope is there of his majesty's rather thought you affeci a sorrow, than to have. amendment ?
Hel. I do affect a sorrow, indeed, but I have it Laf. He hath abandoned his physicians, madam;
too. under whose practices he hath persecuted time
Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the with hope ; and finds no other advantage in the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living. process but only the losing of hope by time.
Count. If the living be enemy to the gries, the Count. This young gentlewoman had a father excess makes it soon mortal. (0, that had ! how sad a passage 'tis !) whose skill
Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes. was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretch- Laf. How understand we that? ed so far, would have made nature immortal, and
Count. Be thou blest, Bertram! and succeed death should have play for lack of work. 'Would,
thy father for the king's sake, he were living! I think, it In manners, as in shape! thy blood, and virtue, would be the death of the king's disease.
Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness Laf. How called you the man you speak of, Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few, madam?
Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy, Count. He was famous, sir, in his profession, and Rather in power, than use; and keep thy friend it was his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon. Under thy own life's key : be check'd for silence, Laf. He was excellent, indeed, madam; the king But never tax'd for speech. What
heaven more will, very lately spoke of him, admiringly, and mourn- That thec may furnish, and my prayers pluck ingly: he was skilful enough to have lived still, if
down, knowledge could be set up against mortality.
Fall on thy head! Farewell.-My lord, Ber. What is it, my good lord, the king lan- 'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord, guishes of?
Advise him. Laf. A fistula, my lord.
He cannot want the best
(1) Under his particular care, as my guardian. (4) i. e. Her excellencies are the better because
(2) The countess recoilects her own loss of a they are artless. husband, and observes how heavily had passes (5) Alla
or life. through her mind.
(6) i. e. That may help thee with more and bet; (3) Qualities of good breeding and erudition, ter qualifications,
That shall attend his love.
Par. There's little can be said in't ; 'tis against Count. Heaven bless him!-Farewell, Bertram. the rule of nature. To speak on the part oi' vir
[Exit Countess. ginity, is to accuse your mothers : which is most Ber. The best wishes, that can be forged in your intalele disobedience. Hle, that hangs himself, is thoughts, (To Helena.) be servants to you!" Be a virgin : virginity murders itself; and should be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make buried in highways, out of all sanctificd limit, as much of her.
a desperate oilendress against nature. Virginity Laf. Farewell, pretty lady: You must hold the breeds mites, much like a cheese; consumes itself credit of your father. (Ere. Bertram and Lascu. to the very paring, and so dica vith feeding his own
Hel. O, were that all ! -I think not on my father; stomach. Besides, virgimity is peevish, proud, idle, And these great tears grace his remembrance more inade of self-love, which is the most inhibited sin Than those I shed for him. What was he like? in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose but I have forgot him: my imagination
lose by'l; Out with't: within ten years it will make Carries no favour in it, but Bertram's.
itself icn, which is a goodly increase; and the prin. I am undone ; there is no living, none,
cipal itself not much the worse: Away with't. If Bertram be away. It were all one,
Hel. Ilow might one do, sir, to lose it to her own That I should love a bright particular star, liking ? And think to wed it, he is so above me:
Par. Let me see: Marry, ill, to like bim that In his bright radiance and collateral light ne'er it likes. 'Tis a comınodity will lose the gloss Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
with lying; the longer kept, the less worth: oft The aınbition in my love thus plagues itsell: willi't, while 'tis vendible: answer the time of reThe hind, that would be mated by the lion, quest. Virginiiy, like an old courtier, wears her Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague, cap out of fashion; richly suited, but unsuitable : To see him every hour; to sit and draw
just like the brooch and toothpick, which wear not His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls, now: Your date is better in your pie and your In our heart's table;? heart, too capable porridge, than in your cheek: And your virginity, Of every line and tricks of his swcet favour :4 your old virginity, is like one of our french wither. But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy ed pears; it looks ill, it eats dryly; marry, 'tis a Must sanctify his relics. Who comes here? withered pear; it was formerly better; marry, yet,
l'tis a withered pear: Will you any thing with it? Enter Parolles.
Hel. Not my virginity yet.
A mother, and a mistress, and a friend,
A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,
Ilis laith, his sweet disaster ; with a world
of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms, Par. No.
That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall heHel. And no.
I know not what he shall :-God send him well!Par. Are you meditating on virginity? The court's a learning-place;--and he is one
Hel. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in you ; Par. What one, i'faith? let me ask you a question: Man is enemy to vir Hel. That I wish well.—'Tis pityginity; how may we barricado it against him? Par. What's pity? Par. Keep him out.
Ilel. That wishing well had not a body in't, Hel. But he assails; and our virginity, though which might be felt that we, the poorer born, valiant in the defence, yet is weak : unfold to us Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes, some warlike resistapce.
Might with effects of them follow our friends, Par. There is none; man, sitting down before and show what we alone must think;' which never vou, will undermine you, and blow you up. Returns us thanks.
Hel. Bless our poor virginity from underminers, and blowers up!- Is there no military policy, how
Enler a Page. virgins might blow up men?
Page. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you. Par. Virginity, being blown down, man will
(Erit Page. quicklier be blown up: marry, in blowing him Par. Little Helen, farewell: if I can remember down again, with the breach yourselves made, you thee, I will think of thee at court. Jose your city. It is not politic in the common Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a wealth of nature, to preserve virginity. Loss of charitable star. virginity is rational increase ; and there was never Par. Under Mars, I. virgin got, till virginity was first lost. That, you Hel. I especially think, under Mars. were made of, is metal to make virgins. Virginily, Par. Why under Mars? by being once lost, may be ten times found: by TIel. The wars have so kept you under, that you being cver kept, it is ever lost : 'tis loo cold a com- must needs be born under Mars. panion; away with it.
Par. When he was predouninant. Hel. I will stand for't a little, though therefore Не When he was retrograde, I think, rather. I die a virgin.
Par. Why think you so ? (1) i.e. May you be mistress of your wishes, (5) Forbidden. and have power to bring them to effect.
(6) A quibble on date, which means age, and (2) Helena considers her heart as the tablet on candied fruit. which his resemblance was portrayed.
(7) i, e. And show by realities what we luw (3) Peculiarity of scature. (4) Countenance. Imust only think.
Hel. You go so much backward, when you fight., King. I would I had that corporal soundness now, Par. That's for advantage.
As when thy father, and myself, in friendship Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes the First try'd our soldiership! He did look far saícty: But the composition, that your valour and Into the scrvice of the time, and was sear makes in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and Discipled of the bravest : hc lasted long; I like the wcar well.
But un us both did haggish age steal on, Par. I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer And wore us out of act. It much repairs4 me thee acutely: I will return perfect courtier; in the To talk of your good father: In his youth which, iny instruction shall serve to naturalize thec, He had the wit, which I can well observe 80 thou will be capable of a courticr's counsel, To-day in our young lords ; but they may jest and understand whal advice shall thrust upon thee; Till their own scorn return to them unnoted, cise thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and thine Ere they can hide their lcvity in honour. ignorance makes thee away: farewell. When thou So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness hast leisure, say thy priyers; when thou hast Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were, none, remember thy friends: get thee a good hus. His equal had awak'd them; and his honour, band, and use him as he uses thee: so farewell. Clock to itself, knew the true minute when
[Exit. Exception bid him speak, and, at this time, llel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, His tongue obey'd his hand : who were below him Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky He us'd as creatures of another place ; Gives us free scope ; only, doth backward pull And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks, Our slow designs, when we ourselves arc dull. Making them proud of his humility, What power is it, which mounts my love so high ; In their poor praise he humbled: Such a man That makes me see, and cannot secd mine eye? Might be a copy to these younger times; The mightiest space in fortune nature brings Which, follow'd well, would démonstrate them now To join like likes, and kiss like native things. ? But goers backward. Impossible be strange attempts, to those
His good remembrance, sir, That weigh their pains in sense: and do suppose, Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb'; What hath been cannot be: Who ever strove So in approoflives not his epitaph, To show her merit, that did miss her love? As in your royal specch. The king's disease--iny project may deceive me, king. 'Would, I were with him! He would alBut my intents are fix’d, and will not leave me.
(Exit.(Methinks, I hear him now; his plausive words SCENE II.— Paris. A room in the King's palace. To grow there, and to bear, ) --Let me not live, –
He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them,, Florirish of cornets. Enter the King of France, Thus his goud melancholy oft began, uilh lellers; Lords and others attending.
On the catastrophe and heel of pastime, King. The Florentines and Senoys: are by the When it was onit, -et me not live, quoth he,
Afler my flame lacks oil, lo be the snuff Hlavc fought with equal fortune, and continue
Of younger spirils, whose apprehensive senses A braving war.
Il bul nno things disilain : whose judgments are 1 Lord. So 'tis reported, sir.
were fathers of their gorinents ;' whose constancies King. Nay, 'tis most credible; wc here receive it Expire before their fashions : --This he wish'd : A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria,
1, after him, do after hiin wish too, With caution, that the Florentine will move us
Since I nor'wax, nor honey, can bring home, For speedy ail; wherein our dearest friend
I quickly were aissolved from my hive, Prejudicates the business, and would sccm
To give some labourers room. To have us make denial.
You are lov'd, sir ; | Lord. His love and wisdom,
They, that least lend it you, shall lack you first. Approv'd! so to your majesty, may plead
King. I fill a place, I know't.-How long ist, For amplest credence.
count, King. He hath arm'd our answer,
Since the plıysician at your father's dicd ? And Florence is denied before hic comcs :
llc was much fam'd. Yet, for our gentlemen, that mean to see
Some six months since, my lord. The Tuscan service, freely have they leave
King. If he were living, I would try him yet;To stand on either part.
Lend me an arm ;--the rest have worn me out 2 lord. It may well serve
With several applications:-nature and sickness A nursery to our gentry, who are sick
Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count; For breathing and exploit.
My son's no dcarer.
Thank your majesty.
(Excuni. Flourish. Enter Bertram, Lascu, and Parolles. 1 Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good lord, SCENE 11.-Rousillon. A Room in the CounYoung Bertrain.
tess's Palace, Enter Countess, Sleward, and King. Youth, thou bcar'st thy father's face;
Clown. Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,
Count. I will now hcar; what say you of this Hath well compos'd lhce. Thy father's moral parts gentlewoman? Mavist thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris. Stew. Madam, the care I have had to even your Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's. content, I wish might be found in the calendar
of my past endeavours; for then we wound our (1) i. e. Thou wilt comprchend it. (2) Things formed by nature for cach other. (5) His is put for its. (6) Approbation. (3) The citizens of the small republic of which 17) Who have no other use of their faculties than Sienna is the capital.
to invent new modes of urcss. (4) To repair, here significs to renovate
(8) To act up to your desires.
modesty, and make soul the clearness of our del Was this king Priam's joy? servings, when of ourselves we publish them.
With that she sighed as she slood, Count. What does this knave here? Get you With that she sighed as she stood, gone, sirrah: The complaints, I have heard of you, And gave this sentence then; I do not all believe; 'lis my slowness, that I do not? Among nine tad if one be good, for, I know, you lack not folly to commit them, and Among nine bad if one be good, have ability enough to make such knaveries yours. There's yel me good in ten.
Clo. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a Count. Whal, one good in len? you corrupt the poor fellow,
sony, sirrali. Count. Well, sir.
Clo. One good woman in ten, madam ; which Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well, that I am poor; is a purifying the song: 'Would God would though many of the rich are damned: But, if i serve the world so all the year! we'd find no fault may have your ladyship’s good will to go to the with the tythe-woman, if I were the parson : One world, Isbel the woman and I will do as we may. in ten, quoth a'! an we might have a good woman Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar?
born but every blazing star, or at an earthquake, Clo. I do beg your good will in this case. l'twould mend the lottery well; a man may draw Count. In what case?
his heart out, ere he pluck one. Clo. In Isbel's case, and mine own. Service Count. You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I is no heritage: and, I think, I shall never have the command you ? blessing of God, till I have issue of my body; Inr, Clo. That man should be at woman's command, they say, bearns? are blessings.
and yet no hurt done !-Though honesty be no pu• Count! Tell me the reason why thou wilt marry. ritani
, yet it will do no hurt; it will wear the surClo. My poor body, madam, requires it: I am plice of humility over the black gown of a big driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go, that heart.-I am going, forsooth: the business is for the devil drives.
Helen to come hither.
[Erit Clown. Count. Is this all your worship's reason ? Count. Well, now.
Clo. Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, Slew. I know, madam, you love your gentlesuch as they are.
woman entirely. Count. May the world know them?
Count. Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as to me; and she herself, without other advantage, you and all flesh and blood are; and, indced, I do may lawfully make title to as much love as she marry, that I may repeut.
finds: there is more owing her, than is paid; and Count. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wicked- more shall be paid her, than she'll demand. ness.
Stew. Madam, I was very late more near her Clo. I am out of friends, madam; and I hope to than, I think, she wished me: alone she was, and have friends for my wife's sake.
did communicate to herself, her own words to her Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave. own ears; she thought, I dare vow for her, they
Clo. You are shallow, madam; e'en great friends; touched not any stranger sense. Her malter was, for the knaves come to do that for me, which I am she loved your son: Fortune, she said, was no a-weary of. He, that ears) my land, spares my goddess, that had put such difference betwist their team, and gives me leave to inn the crop: If I be two estates ; Love, no god, that would not extend his cuckold, he's my drudge: He, that comforts his might, only where qualities were level; Diara, my wife, is the cherisher of my flesh and blood; no queen of 'virgins, that would suffer her poor he, that cherishes my flesh and blood, loves my knight to be surprised, without rescue, in the first fesh and blood; he, that loves my flesh and blood, assault, or ransome afterward: This she delivered is my friend: ergo, he that kisses my wise, is any in the most bitter touch of sorrow, that c'er I heard friend. If men could be contented to be what they virgin exclaim in : which I held my duty, speedily are, there were no fear in marriage; for young to acquaint you withal; sithence,' in the loss that Charbon the puritan, and old Poysam the papist, may happen, it concerns you something to know it. howsoe'er their hearts are severed in religion, their Count. You have discharged this honestly; keep heads are both one, they may joll horns together, it to yourself: many likelihoods informed ine of like any deer i'the herd.
this before, which hung so tottering in the balance Count. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed and that I could neither believe, nor misdoubt: Pray calumnious knave ?
you, leave me: stall this in your bosom, and I Clo. A prophet 1, madam; and I speak the ihank you for your honest care: I will speak with truth the next way ::
you further anon.
(E.cil Steward. For I the ballad will repeal,
Count. Even so it was with me, when I was
If we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn Count. Get you gone, sir; I'll talk with you Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong;
Our blood to us, this to our blood is born; Stew. May it please you, madam, that he bid It is the show and seal of nature's truth, Helen come to you ; of her 1 am to speak. Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth.
Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman, I would By our remembrances of days foregone, speak with her ; Helen I' mean.
Súch were our faults ;-or ihen we thought them Clo. Was this fair face the cause, quoth she,
(Singing. Her eye is sick on't; I observe her now. Why the Grecians sacked Troy? Hel. What is your pleasure, madam? Fond done, done fond,
You know, Helen (1) To be married. (2) Children.
(5) The nearest way.
(6) Foolishly dont () Ploughs,