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<?xml version="1.0"?>
<!DOCTYPE PLAY SYSTEM "play.dtd">
<PLAY>
<TITLE>All's Well That Ends Well</TITLE>
<FM>
<P>Text placed in the public domain by Moby Lexical Tools, 1992.</P>
<P>SGML markup by Jon Bosak, 1992-1994.</P>
<P>XML version by Jon Bosak, 1996-1998.</P>
<P>This work may be freely copied and distributed worldwide.</P>
</FM>
<PERSONAE>
<TITLE>Dramatis Personae</TITLE>
<PERSONA>KING OF FRANCE</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>DUKE OF FLORENCE</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>BERTRAM, Count of Rousillon.</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>LAFEU, an old lord.</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>PAROLLES, a follower of Bertram.</PERSONA>
<PGROUP>
<PERSONA>Steward</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>Clown</PERSONA>
<GRPDESCR>servants to the Countess of Rousillon.</GRPDESCR>
</PGROUP>
<PERSONA>A Page. </PERSONA>
<PERSONA>COUNTESS OF ROUSILLON, mother to Bertram. </PERSONA>
<PERSONA>HELENA, a gentlewoman protected by the Countess.</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>An old Widow of Florence. </PERSONA>
<PERSONA>DIANA, daughter to the Widow.</PERSONA>
<PGROUP>
<PERSONA>VIOLENTA</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>MARIANA</PERSONA>
<GRPDESCR>neighbours and friends to the Widow.</GRPDESCR>
</PGROUP>
<PERSONA>Lords, Officers, Soldiers, &c., French and Florentine.</PERSONA>
</PERSONAE>
<SCNDESCR>SCENE Rousillon; Paris; Florence; Marseilles.</SCNDESCR>
<PLAYSUBT>ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL</PLAYSUBT>
<ACT><TITLE>ACT I</TITLE>
<SCENE><TITLE>SCENE I. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.</TITLE>
<STAGEDIR>Enter BERTRAM, the COUNTESS of Rousillon, HELENA,
and LAFEU, all in black</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>In delivering my son from me, I bury a second husband.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BERTRAM</SPEAKER>
<LINE>And I in going, madam, weep o'er my father's death</LINE>
<LINE>anew: but I must attend his majesty's command, to</LINE>
<LINE>whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LAFEU</SPEAKER>
<LINE>You shall find of the king a husband, madam; you,</LINE>
<LINE>sir, a father: he that so generally is at all times</LINE>
<LINE>good must of necessity hold his virtue to you; whose</LINE>
<LINE>worthiness would stir it up where it wanted rather</LINE>
<LINE>than lack it where there is such abundance.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What hope is there of his majesty's amendment?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LAFEU</SPEAKER>
<LINE>He hath abandoned his physicians, madam; under whose</LINE>
<LINE>practises he hath persecuted time with hope, and</LINE>
<LINE>finds no other advantage in the process but only the</LINE>
<LINE>losing of hope by time.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>This young gentlewoman had a father,--O, that</LINE>
<LINE>'had'! how sad a passage 'tis!--whose skill was</LINE>
<LINE>almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so</LINE>
<LINE>far, would have made nature immortal, and death</LINE>
<LINE>should have play for lack of work. Would, for the</LINE>
<LINE>king's sake, he were living! I think it would be</LINE>
<LINE>the death of the king's disease.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LAFEU</SPEAKER>
<LINE>How called you the man you speak of, madam?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>He was famous, sir, in his profession, and it was</LINE>
<LINE>his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LAFEU</SPEAKER>
<LINE>He was excellent indeed, madam: the king very</LINE>
<LINE>lately spoke of him admiringly and mourningly: he</LINE>
<LINE>was skilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge</LINE>
<LINE>could be set up against mortality.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BERTRAM</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LAFEU</SPEAKER>
<LINE>A fistula, my lord.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BERTRAM</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I heard not of it before.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LAFEU</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I would it were not notorious. Was this gentlewoman</LINE>
<LINE>the daughter of Gerard de Narbon?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>His sole child, my lord, and bequeathed to my</LINE>
<LINE>overlooking. I have those hopes of her good that</LINE>
<LINE>her education promises; her dispositions she</LINE>
<LINE>inherits, which makes fair gifts fairer; for where</LINE>
<LINE>an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there</LINE>
<LINE>commendations go with pity; they are virtues and</LINE>
<LINE>traitors too; in her they are the better for their</LINE>
<LINE>simpleness; she derives her honesty and achieves her goodness.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LAFEU</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Your commendations, madam, get from her tears.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise</LINE>
<LINE>in. The remembrance of her father never approaches</LINE>
<LINE>her heart but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all</LINE>
<LINE>livelihood from her cheek. No more of this, Helena;</LINE>
<LINE>go to, no more; lest it be rather thought you affect</LINE>
<LINE>a sorrow than have it.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>HELENA</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I do affect a sorrow indeed, but I have it too.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LAFEU</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead,</LINE>
<LINE>excessive grief the enemy to the living.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess</LINE>
<LINE>makes it soon mortal.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BERTRAM</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Madam, I desire your holy wishes.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LAFEU</SPEAKER>
<LINE>How understand we that?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Be thou blest, Bertram, and succeed thy father</LINE>
<LINE>In manners, as in shape! thy blood and virtue</LINE>
<LINE>Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness</LINE>
<LINE>Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few,</LINE>
<LINE>Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy</LINE>
<LINE>Rather in power than use, and keep thy friend</LINE>
<LINE>Under thy own life's key: be cheque'd for silence,</LINE>
<LINE>But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will,</LINE>
<LINE>That thee may furnish and my prayers pluck down,</LINE>
<LINE>Fall on thy head! Farewell, my lord;</LINE>
<LINE>'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord,</LINE>
<LINE>Advise him.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LAFEU</SPEAKER>
<LINE>He cannot want the best</LINE>
<LINE>That shall attend his love.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Heaven bless him! Farewell, Bertram.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exit</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BERTRAM</SPEAKER>
<LINE><STAGEDIR>To HELENA</STAGEDIR> The best wishes that can be forged in</LINE>
<LINE>your thoughts be servants to you! Be comfortable</LINE>
<LINE>to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LAFEU</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Farewell, pretty lady: you must hold the credit of</LINE>
<LINE>your father.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exeunt BERTRAM and LAFEU</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>HELENA</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O, were that all! I think not on my father;</LINE>
<LINE>And these great tears grace his remembrance more</LINE>
<LINE>Than those I shed for him. What was he like?</LINE>
<LINE>I have forgot him: my imagination</LINE>
<LINE>Carries no favour in't but Bertram's.</LINE>
<LINE>I am undone: there is no living, none,</LINE>
<LINE>If Bertram be away. 'Twere all one</LINE>
<LINE>That I should love a bright particular star</LINE>
<LINE>And think to wed it, he is so above me:</LINE>
<LINE>In his bright radiance and collateral light</LINE>
<LINE>Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.</LINE>
<LINE>The ambition in my love thus plagues itself:</LINE>
<LINE>The hind that would be mated by the lion</LINE>
<LINE>Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though plague,</LINE>
<LINE>To see him every hour; to sit and draw</LINE>
<LINE>His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,</LINE>
<LINE>In our heart's table; heart too capable</LINE>
<LINE>Of every line and trick of his sweet favour:</LINE>
<LINE>But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy</LINE>
<LINE>Must sanctify his reliques. Who comes here?</LINE>
<STAGEDIR>Enter PAROLLES</STAGEDIR>
<STAGEDIR>Aside</STAGEDIR>
<LINE>One that goes with him: I love him for his sake;</LINE>
<LINE>And yet I know him a notorious liar,</LINE>
<LINE>Think him a great way fool, solely a coward;</LINE>
<LINE>Yet these fixed evils sit so fit in him,</LINE>
<LINE>That they take place, when virtue's steely bones</LINE>
<LINE>Look bleak i' the cold wind: withal, full oft we see</LINE>
<LINE>Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PAROLLES</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Save you, fair queen!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>HELENA</SPEAKER>
<LINE>And you, monarch!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PAROLLES</SPEAKER>
<LINE>No.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>HELENA</SPEAKER>
<LINE>And no.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PAROLLES</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Are you meditating on virginity?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>HELENA</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Ay. You have some stain of soldier in you: let me</LINE>
<LINE>ask you a question. Man is enemy to virginity; how</LINE>
<LINE>may we barricado it against him?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PAROLLES</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Keep him out.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>HELENA</SPEAKER>
<LINE>But he assails; and our virginity, though valiant,</LINE>
<LINE>in the defence yet is weak: unfold to us some</LINE>
<LINE>warlike resistance.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PAROLLES</SPEAKER>
<LINE>There is none: man, sitting down before you, will</LINE>
<LINE>undermine you and blow you up.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>HELENA</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Bless our poor virginity from underminers and</LINE>
<LINE>blowers up! Is there no military policy, how</LINE>
<LINE>virgins might blow up men?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PAROLLES</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Virginity being blown down, man will quicklier be</LINE>
<LINE>blown up: marry, in blowing him down again, with</LINE>
<LINE>the breach yourselves made, you lose your city. It</LINE>
<LINE>is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to</LINE>
<LINE>preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational</LINE>
<LINE>increase and there was never virgin got till</LINE>
<LINE>virginity was first lost. That you were made of is</LINE>
<LINE>metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost</LINE>
<LINE>may be ten times found; by being ever kept, it is</LINE>
<LINE>ever lost: 'tis too cold a companion; away with 't!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>HELENA</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I will stand for 't a little, though therefore I die a virgin.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PAROLLES</SPEAKER>
<LINE>There's little can be said in 't; 'tis against the</LINE>
<LINE>rule of nature. To speak on the part of virginity,</LINE>
<LINE>is to accuse your mothers; which is most infallible</LINE>
<LINE>disobedience. He that hangs himself is a virgin:</LINE>
<LINE>virginity murders itself and should be buried in</LINE>
<LINE>highways out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate</LINE>
<LINE>offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites,</LINE>
<LINE>much like a cheese; consumes itself to the very</LINE>
<LINE>paring, and so dies with feeding his own stomach.</LINE>
<LINE>Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of</LINE>
<LINE>self-love, which is the most inhibited sin in the</LINE>
<LINE>canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose but loose</LINE>
<LINE>by't: out with 't! within ten year it will make</LINE>
<LINE>itself ten, which is a goodly increase; and the</LINE>
<LINE>principal itself not much the worse: away with 't!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>HELENA</SPEAKER>
<LINE>How might one do, sir, to lose it to her own liking?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PAROLLES</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Let me see: marry, ill, to like him that ne'er it</LINE>
<LINE>likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss with</LINE>
<LINE>lying; the longer kept, the less worth: off with 't</LINE>
<LINE>while 'tis vendible; answer the time of request.</LINE>
<LINE>Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out</LINE>
<LINE>of fashion: richly suited, but unsuitable: just</LINE>
<LINE>like the brooch and the tooth-pick, which wear not</LINE>
<LINE>now. Your date is better in your pie and your</LINE>
<LINE>porridge than in your cheek; and your virginity,</LINE>
<LINE>your old virginity, is like one of our French</LINE>
<LINE>withered pears, it looks ill, it eats drily; marry,</LINE>
<LINE>'tis a withered pear; it was formerly better;</LINE>
<LINE>marry, yet 'tis a withered pear: will you anything with it?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>HELENA</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Not my virginity yet</LINE>
<LINE>There shall your master have a thousand loves,</LINE>
<LINE>A mother and a mistress and a friend,</LINE>
<LINE>A phoenix, captain and an enemy,</LINE>
<LINE>A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,</LINE>
<LINE>A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;</LINE>
<LINE>His humble ambition, proud humility,</LINE>
<LINE>His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet,</LINE>
<LINE>His faith, his sweet disaster; with a world</LINE>
<LINE>Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms,</LINE>
<LINE>That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he--</LINE>
<LINE>I know not what he shall. God send him well!</LINE>
<LINE>The court's a learning place, and he is one--</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PAROLLES</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What one, i' faith?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>HELENA</SPEAKER>
<LINE>That I wish well. 'Tis pity--</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PAROLLES</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What's pity?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>HELENA</SPEAKER>
<LINE>That wishing well had not a body in't,</LINE>
<LINE>Which might be felt; that we, the poorer born,</LINE>
<LINE>Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes,</LINE>
<LINE>Might with effects of them follow our friends,</LINE>
<LINE>And show what we alone must think, which never</LINE>
<LINE>Return us thanks.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Enter Page</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Page</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exit</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PAROLLES</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Little Helen, farewell; if I can remember thee, I</LINE>
<LINE>will think of thee at court.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>HELENA</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitable star.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PAROLLES</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Under Mars, I.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>HELENA</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I especially think, under Mars.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PAROLLES</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Why under Mars?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>HELENA</SPEAKER>
<LINE>The wars have so kept you under that you must needs</LINE>
<LINE>be born under Mars.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PAROLLES</SPEAKER>
<LINE>When he was predominant.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>HELENA</SPEAKER>
<LINE>When he was retrograde, I think, rather.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PAROLLES</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Why think you so?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>HELENA</SPEAKER>
<LINE>You go so much backward when you fight.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PAROLLES</SPEAKER>
<LINE>That's for advantage.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>HELENA</SPEAKER>
<LINE>So is running away, when fear proposes the safety;</LINE>
<LINE>but the composition that your valour and fear makes</LINE>
<LINE>in you is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the wear well.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PAROLLES</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer thee</LINE>
<LINE>acutely. I will return perfect courtier; in the</LINE>
<LINE>which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize</LINE>
<LINE>thee, so thou wilt be capable of a courtier's</LINE>
<LINE>counsel and understand what advice shall thrust upon</LINE>
<LINE>thee; else thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and</LINE>
<LINE>thine ignorance makes thee away: farewell. When</LINE>
<LINE>thou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast</LINE>
<LINE>none, remember thy friends; get thee a good husband,</LINE>
<LINE>and use him as he uses thee; so, farewell.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exit</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>HELENA</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,</LINE>
<LINE>Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky</LINE>
<LINE>Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull</LINE>
<LINE>Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.</LINE>
<LINE>What power is it which mounts my love so high,</LINE>
<LINE>That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?</LINE>
<LINE>The mightiest space in fortune nature brings</LINE>
<LINE>To join like likes and kiss like native things.</LINE>
<LINE>Impossible be strange attempts to those</LINE>
<LINE>That weigh their pains in sense and do suppose</LINE>
<LINE>What hath been cannot be: who ever strove</LINE>
<LINE>So show her merit, that did miss her love?</LINE>
<LINE>The king's disease--my project may deceive me,</LINE>
<LINE>But my intents are fix'd and will not leave me.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exit</STAGEDIR>
</SCENE>
<SCENE><TITLE>SCENE II. Paris. The KING's palace.</TITLE>
<STAGEDIR>Flourish of cornets. Enter the KING of France,
with letters, and divers Attendants</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>KING</SPEAKER>
<LINE>The Florentines and Senoys are by the ears;</LINE>
<LINE>Have fought with equal fortune and continue</LINE>
<LINE>A braving war.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>First Lord</SPEAKER>
<LINE>So 'tis reported, sir.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>KING</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Nay, 'tis most credible; we here received it</LINE>
<LINE>A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria,</LINE>
<LINE>With caution that the Florentine will move us</LINE>
<LINE>For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend</LINE>
<LINE>Prejudicates the business and would seem</LINE>
<LINE>To have us make denial.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>First Lord</SPEAKER>
<LINE>His love and wisdom,</LINE>
<LINE>Approved so to your majesty, may plead</LINE>
<LINE>For amplest credence.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>KING</SPEAKER>
<LINE>He hath arm'd our answer,</LINE>
<LINE>And Florence is denied before he comes:</LINE>
<LINE>Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see</LINE>
<LINE>The Tuscan service, freely have they leave</LINE>
<LINE>To stand on either part.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Second Lord</SPEAKER>
<LINE>It well may serve</LINE>
<LINE>A nursery to our gentry, who are sick</LINE>
<LINE>For breathing and exploit.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>KING</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What's he comes here?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>First Lord</SPEAKER>
<LINE>It is the Count Rousillon, my good lord,</LINE>
<LINE>Young Bertram.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>KING</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face;</LINE>
<LINE>Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,</LINE>
<LINE>Hath well composed thee. Thy father's moral parts</LINE>
<LINE>Mayst thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BERTRAM</SPEAKER>
<LINE>My thanks and duty are your majesty's.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>KING</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I would I had that corporal soundness now,</LINE>
<LINE>As when thy father and myself in friendship</LINE>
<LINE>First tried our soldiership! He did look far</LINE>
<LINE>Into the service of the time and was</LINE>
<LINE>Discipled of the bravest: he lasted long;</LINE>
<LINE>But on us both did haggish age steal on</LINE>
<LINE>And wore us out of act. It much repairs me</LINE>
<LINE>To talk of your good father. In his youth</LINE>
<LINE>He had the wit which I can well observe</LINE>
<LINE>To-day in our young lords; but they may jest</LINE>
<LINE>Till their own scorn return to them unnoted</LINE>
<LINE>Ere they can hide their levity in honour;</LINE>
<LINE>So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness</LINE>
<LINE>Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were,</LINE>
<LINE>His equal had awaked them, and his honour,</LINE>
<LINE>Clock to itself, knew the true minute when</LINE>
<LINE>Exception bid him speak, and at this time</LINE>
<LINE>His tongue obey'd his hand: who were below him</LINE>
<LINE>He used as creatures of another place</LINE>
<LINE>And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,</LINE>
<LINE>Making them proud of his humility,</LINE>
<LINE>In their poor praise he humbled. Such a man</LINE>
<LINE>Might be a copy to these younger times;</LINE>
<LINE>Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them now</LINE>
<LINE>But goers backward.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BERTRAM</SPEAKER>
<LINE>His good remembrance, sir,</LINE>
<LINE>Lies richer in your thoughts than on his tomb;</LINE>
<LINE>So in approof lives not his epitaph</LINE>
<LINE>As in your royal speech.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>KING</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Would I were with him! He would always say--</LINE>
<LINE>Methinks I hear him now; his plausive words</LINE>
<LINE>He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them,</LINE>
<LINE>To grow there and to bear,--'Let me not live,'--</LINE>
<LINE>This his good melancholy oft began,</LINE>
<LINE>On the catastrophe and heel of pastime,</LINE>
<LINE>When it was out,--'Let me not live,' quoth he,</LINE>
<LINE>'After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff</LINE>
<LINE>Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses</LINE>
<LINE>All but new things disdain; whose judgments are</LINE>
<LINE>Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies</LINE>
<LINE>Expire before their fashions.' This he wish'd;</LINE>
<LINE>I after him do after him wish too,</LINE>
<LINE>Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home,</LINE>
<LINE>I quickly were dissolved from my hive,</LINE>
<LINE>To give some labourers room.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Second Lord</SPEAKER>
<LINE>You are loved, sir:</LINE>
<LINE>They that least lend it you shall lack you first.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>KING</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I fill a place, I know't. How long is't, count,</LINE>
<LINE>Since the physician at your father's died?</LINE>
<LINE>He was much famed.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BERTRAM</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Some six months since, my lord.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>KING</SPEAKER>
<LINE>If he were living, I would try him yet.</LINE>
<LINE>Lend me an arm; the rest have worn me out</LINE>
<LINE>With several applications; nature and sickness</LINE>
<LINE>Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count;</LINE>
<LINE>My son's no dearer.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BERTRAM</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Thank your majesty.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exeunt. Flourish</STAGEDIR>
</SCENE>
<SCENE><TITLE>SCENE III. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.</TITLE>
<STAGEDIR>Enter COUNTESS, Steward, and Clown</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I will now hear; what say you of this gentlewoman?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Steward</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Madam, the care I have had to even your content, I</LINE>
<LINE>wish might be found in the calendar of my past</LINE>
<LINE>endeavours; for then we wound our modesty and make</LINE>
<LINE>foul the clearness of our deservings, when of</LINE>
<LINE>ourselves we publish them.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What does this knave here? Get you gone, sirrah:</LINE>
<LINE>the complaints I have heard of you I do not all</LINE>
<LINE>believe: 'tis my slowness that I do not; for I know</LINE>
<LINE>you lack not folly to commit them, and have ability</LINE>
<LINE>enough to make such knaveries yours.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Clown</SPEAKER>
<LINE>'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a poor fellow.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Well, sir.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Clown</SPEAKER>
<LINE>No, madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor, though</LINE>
<LINE>many of the rich are damned: but, if I may have</LINE>
<LINE>your ladyship's good will to go to the world, Isbel</LINE>
<LINE>the woman and I will do as we may.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Wilt thou needs be a beggar?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Clown</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I do beg your good will in this case.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>In what case?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Clown</SPEAKER>
<LINE>In Isbel's case and mine own. Service is no</LINE>
<LINE>heritage: and I think I shall never have the</LINE>
<LINE>blessing of God till I have issue o' my body; for</LINE>
<LINE>they say barnes are blessings.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Clown</SPEAKER>
<LINE>My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on</LINE>
<LINE>by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Is this all your worship's reason?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Clown</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons such as they</LINE>
<LINE>are.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>May the world know them?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Clown</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you and</LINE>
<LINE>all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do marry</LINE>
<LINE>that I may repent.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Thy marriage, sooner than thy wickedness.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Clown</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I am out o' friends, madam; and I hope to have</LINE>
<LINE>friends for my wife's sake.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Such friends are thine enemies, knave.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Clown</SPEAKER>
<LINE>You're shallow, madam, in great friends; for the</LINE>
<LINE>knaves come to do that for me which I am aweary of.</LINE>
<LINE>He that ears my land spares my team and gives me</LINE>
<LINE>leave to in the crop; if I be his cuckold, he's my</LINE>
<LINE>drudge: he that comforts my wife is the cherisher</LINE>
<LINE>of my flesh and blood; he that cherishes my flesh</LINE>
<LINE>and blood loves my flesh and blood; he that loves my</LINE>
<LINE>flesh and blood is my friend: ergo, he that kisses</LINE>
<LINE>my wife is my friend. If men could be contented to</LINE>
<LINE>be what they are, there were no fear in marriage;</LINE>
<LINE>for young Charbon the Puritan and old Poysam the</LINE>
<LINE>Papist, howsome'er their hearts are severed in</LINE>
<LINE>religion, their heads are both one; they may jowl</LINE>
<LINE>horns together, like any deer i' the herd.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed and calumnious knave?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Clown</SPEAKER>
<LINE>A prophet I, madam; and I speak the truth the next</LINE>
<LINE>way:</LINE>
<LINE>For I the ballad will repeat,</LINE>
<LINE>Which men full true shall find;</LINE>
<LINE>Your marriage comes by destiny,</LINE>
<LINE>Your cuckoo sings by kind.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Get you gone, sir; I'll talk with you more anon.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Steward</SPEAKER>
<LINE>May it please you, madam, that he bid Helen come to</LINE>
<LINE>you: of her I am to speak.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her;</LINE>
<LINE>Helen, I mean.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Clown</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Was this fair face the cause, quoth she,</LINE>
<LINE>Why the Grecians sacked Troy?</LINE>
<LINE>Fond done, done fond,</LINE>
<LINE>Was this King Priam's joy?</LINE>
<LINE>With that she sighed as she stood,</LINE>
<LINE>With that she sighed as she stood,</LINE>
<LINE>And gave this sentence then;</LINE>
<LINE>Among nine bad if one be good,</LINE>
<LINE>Among nine bad if one be good,</LINE>
<LINE>There's yet one good in ten.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What, one good in ten? you corrupt the song, sirrah.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Clown</SPEAKER>
<LINE>One good woman in ten, madam; which is a purifying</LINE>
<LINE>o' the song: would God would serve the world so all</LINE>
<LINE>the year! we'ld find no fault with the tithe-woman,</LINE>
<LINE>if I were the parson. One in ten, quoth a'! An we</LINE>
<LINE>might have a good woman born but one every blazing</LINE>
<LINE>star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery</LINE>
<LINE>well: a man may draw his heart out, ere a' pluck</LINE>
<LINE>one.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I command you.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Clown</SPEAKER>
<LINE>That man should be at woman's command, and yet no</LINE>
<LINE>hurt done! Though honesty be no puritan, yet it</LINE>
<LINE>will do no hurt; it will wear the surplice of</LINE>
<LINE>humility over the black gown of a big heart. I am</LINE>
<LINE>going, forsooth: the business is for Helen to come hither.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exit</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Well, now.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Steward</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman entirely.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her to me; and</LINE>
<LINE>she herself, without other advantage, may lawfully</LINE>
<LINE>make title to as much love as she finds: there is</LINE>
<LINE>more owing her than is paid; and more shall be paid</LINE>
<LINE>her than she'll demand.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Steward</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Madam, I was very late more near her than I think</LINE>
<LINE>she wished me: alone she was, and did communicate</LINE>
<LINE>to herself her own words to her own ears; she</LINE>
<LINE>thought, I dare vow for her, they touched not any</LINE>
<LINE>stranger sense. Her matter was, she loved your son:</LINE>
<LINE>Fortune, she said, was no goddess, that had put</LINE>
<LINE>such difference betwixt their two estates; Love no</LINE>
<LINE>god, that would not extend his might, only where</LINE>
<LINE>qualities were level; Dian no queen of virgins, that</LINE>
<LINE>would suffer her poor knight surprised, without</LINE>
<LINE>rescue in the first assault or ransom afterward.</LINE>
<LINE>This she delivered in the most bitter touch of</LINE>
<LINE>sorrow that e'er I heard virgin exclaim in: which I</LINE>
<LINE>held my duty speedily to acquaint you withal;</LINE>
<LINE>sithence, in the loss that may happen, it concerns</LINE>
<LINE>you something to know it.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>You have discharged this honestly; keep it to</LINE>
<LINE>yourself: many likelihoods informed me of this</LINE>
<LINE>before, which hung so tottering in the balance that</LINE>
<LINE>I could neither believe nor misdoubt. Pray you,</LINE>
<LINE>leave me: stall this in your bosom; and I thank you</LINE>
<LINE>for your honest care: I will speak with you further anon.</LINE>
<STAGEDIR>Exit Steward</STAGEDIR>
<STAGEDIR>Enter HELENA</STAGEDIR>
<LINE>Even so it was with me when I was young:</LINE>
<LINE>If ever we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn</LINE>
<LINE>Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong;</LINE>
<LINE>Our blood to us, this to our blood is born;</LINE>
<LINE>It is the show and seal of nature's truth,</LINE>
<LINE>Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth:</LINE>
<LINE>By our remembrances of days foregone,</LINE>
<LINE>Such were our faults, or then we thought them none.</LINE>
<LINE>Her eye is sick on't: I observe her now.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>HELENA</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What is your pleasure, madam?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>COUNTESS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>You know, Helen,</LINE>
<LINE>I am a mother to you.</LINE>
</SPEECH>