Page images
PDF
EPUB

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

KING of France.
DUKE OF FLORENCE.
BERTRAM, Count of Rousillon.
Lafeu, an old Lord.

Countess of ROUSILLON, Mother 19 Bertram.
HELENA, a Gentlewoman protected by the Countess
An old Widow of Florence.
Diana, Daughier lo the Wilow.
VIOLENTA,

Several young French Lords, that serve with Bertram MOLENTA; } Nighbours and Frends ic the Widov.

}

Steward,
Clown,
A Page.

in the Florentine War.
Servants lo the Countess of Rousillon.

Lords, attending on the King; Officers, Soldiers, ofe.

French anıl Florentine.

SCENE, partly in France, and partly in Tuscany.

[merged small][graphic][subsumed][merged small][merged small][merged small]
[ocr errors]

SCENEJ. - Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's Count. He was famous, sir, in his profession, and
Palace.

it was his great right to be so : Gerard de Narbon. Enter Bertram, the Countess of Rousillon, Laf. He was excellent, indeed, madam ; the king

HELEXA, and LaFeu, in mourning. very lately spoke of him, admiringly, and mournCountess. In delivering my son from me, I bury ingly; he was skilful enough to have lived still, if a second husband.

knowledge could be set up against mortality. — Ber. And I, in going, madam, weep o'er my Was this gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de father's death anew : but I must attend his majesty's

Narbon ? command, to whom I am now in ward', evermore

Count. His sole child, my lord; and bequeathed in subjection.

to my overlooking. I have those hopes of her L.af. You shall find of the king a husband, madam; good, that her education promises : her dispositions - you, sir, a father : He that so generally is at all she inherits, which make fair gifts fairer ; for where times good, must of necessity hold his virtue to an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there you; whose worthiness would stir it up where it commendations go with pity, they are virtues and wanted, rather than lack it where there is such traitors too; in her they are the better for their abundance.

simpleness; she derives her honesty, and achieves Count. What hope is there of his majesty's amend- her goodness. ment?

Laf. Your commendations, madam, get from her Laf. He hath abandoned his physicians, madam ; under whose practices he hath persecuted time with

Count. 'Tis the best brine a maiden can season hope ; and finds no other advantage in the process her praise in. The remembrance of her father never but only the losing of hope by time.

approaches her heart, but the tyranny of her sorCount. This young gentlewoman had a father, rows takes all livelihood from her cheek. No more (0, that had ! how sad a passage 'tis !) whose skill of this, Helena, go to, no more ; lest it be rather was almost as great as his honesty ; had it stretched thought you affect a sorrow, than to have. so far, would have made nature immortal, and

Hel. I do affect a sorrow, indeed, but I have it too. death should have play for lack of work. 'Would,

Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the for the king's sake, he were living! I think, it dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living. would be the death of the king's disease.

Count. If the living be enemy to the grief, the Laf. How called you the man you speak of, excess makes it soon mortal. madam ?

Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes. 1 Under his particular care, as my guardian.

Laf. How unders and we that ?

[ocr errors]

tears.

Count. Be thou blest, Bertram! and succeed thy Par. What's pity ? father

Hel. That wishing well had not a body in t,
In manners, as in shape ! thy blood, and virtue, Which might be felt: that we, the poorer born,
Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes,
Share with thy birth-right! Love all, trust a few, Might with effects of them follow our friends,
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy And show what we alone must think; which never
Rather in power, than use; and keep thy friend Returns us thanks.
Under thy own life's key : be check'd for silence,

Enter a Page.
But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will,
That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down,

Page, Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you. Fall on thy head! Farewell. — My lord,

[Exit Page. 'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord,

Par. Little Helen, farewell : If I can remember Advise him.

thee, I will think of thee at court. Laf. He cannot want the best

Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a That shall attend his love.

charitable star. Count. Heaven bless him! - Farewell, Bertram.

Par. Under Mars, I.

[Erit Countess. Hel. I especially think, under Mars. Ber. The best wishes, that can be forged in your

Par. Why under Mars? thoughts, [To Helena.) be servants to you ! Be Hel. The wars have so kept you under, that you comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make must needs be born under Mars. much of her.

Par. When he was predominant. Laf. Farewell, pretty lady: You must hold the Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, rather. credit of your father.

Par. Why think you so ? [Ereunt BERTRAM and Lareu. Hel. You go so much backward, when you fight. Hel. O, were that all!- I think not on my father;

Par. That's for advantage. And these great tears grace his remembrance more Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes the Than those I shed for him. What was he like? safety : But the composition, that your valour and I have forgot him: my imagination

fear makes in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and I Carries no favour in it, but Bertram's.

like the wear well. I am undone ; there is no living, none,

Par. I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer If Bertram be away. It were all one,

thee acutely: I will return perfect courtier ; in the That I should love a bright particular star,

which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize thee, And think to wed it, he is so above me :

so thou wilt be capable of a courtier's counsel, and In his bright radiance and collateral light

understand what advice shall thrust upon thee ; else Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.

thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and thine ignoThe ambition in my love thus plagues itself:

rance makes thee away: farewell. Remember thy The hind, that would be mated by the lion,

friends : get thee a good husband, and use him as Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague, he uses thee: so farewell.

[Exit. To see him every hour; to sit and draw

Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,

Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky In our heart's table; heart, too capable

Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Of every line and trick ? of his sweet favour : Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy What power is it, which mounts my love so high, Must sanctify his relicks. Who comes here? That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?

The mightiest space in fortune nature brings
Enter PAROLLES.

To join like likes, and kiss like native things. 4
One that goes with him : I love him for his sake; Impossible be strange attempts, to those
And yet I know him a notorious liar,

That weigh their pains in sense ; and do suppose, Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; What hath been cannot be: Who ever strove Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him,

To show her merit, that did miss her love ? That they take place, when virtue's steely bones The king's disease - my project may deceive me, Look bleak in the cold wind : withal, full oft we see But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me. Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.

[Erit. Par. Save you, fair queen.

Hel. And you, monárch. – You're for the court. SCENE II. - Paris. A Room in the King's There shall your master have a thousand loves,

Palace.
A mother, and a mistress, and a friend,
A phanix, captain, and an enemy,

Flourish of Cornets. Enter the KING OF FRANCE A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,

with letters ; Lords and others attending. A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;

King. The Florentines and Senoys 5 are by the His humble ambition, proud humility, His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet, Have fought with equal fortune, and continue His faith, his sweet disaster; with a world

A braving war. Of pretty, fond, adoptious Christendoms,

I Lord. So 'tis reported, sir.
That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it
I know not what he shall;— God send him well! - A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria,
The court's a learning-place;- and he is one With caution, that the Florentine will move us

Par. What one, i'faith?
Hel. That I wish well. 'Tis pity

* Things formed by nature for each other.

9 The citizens of the small republic of which Sienna is the ? Peculianty of feature. 3 Countenance.

capital.

ears ;

[ocr errors]

For speedy aid; whercin our dearest friend I quickly were dissolved from my hive,
Prejudicates the business, and would seem

To give some labourers room.
To have us make denial.

2 Lord.

You are lov'd, sir ; 1 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 physician at your father's died ? And Florence is denied before he comes :

He was much fam'd. Yet, for our gentlemen, that mean to see

Ber.

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 dearer.
King.
What's he comes here? Ber.

Thank your majesty.

[Exeunt. Flourish. Enter BERTRAM, LaFeu, and PAROLLES.

SCENE III.- Rousillon. A Room in the Coun1 Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good lord,

tess's Palace. Young Bertram. King Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face;

Enter Countess, Steward, and Clown. Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,

Count. I will now hear; what say you of this Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts gentlewoman? Mayst 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 King. I would I had that corporal soundness now, my past endeavours; for then we wound our moAs when thy father, and myself, in friendship

desty, and make foul the clearness of our deseryFirst try'd our soldiership! He did look far ings, when of ourselves we publish them. Into the service of the time, and was

Count. What does this knave here? Get you gone, Discipled of the bravest : he lasted long;

sirrah: The complaints, I have heard of you, I do But on us both did haggish age steal on,

not all believe: 'tis my slowness, that I do not : And wore us out of act. It much repairs me

for, I know, you lack not folly to commit them, and To talk of your good father : In his youth have ability enough to make such knaveries yours. He had the wit, which I can well observe

Clo. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a To-day in our young lords ; but they may jest, Till their own scorn return to them unnoted,

Count. Well, sir. Ere they can hide their levity in honour.

Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well, that I am poor ; So like a courtier, contempt 'nor bitterness

though many of the rich perish: But, if I may have Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were,

your ladyship’s good will to go to the world 8, Isbel His equal had awak'd them; and his honour,

the woman and I will do as we may. Clock to itself, knew the true minute when

Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar?
Exception bid him speak, and, at this time,

Clo. I do beg your good will in this case.
His tongue obey'd his hand : who were below him Count. In what case?
He us'd as creatures of another place;

Clo. In Isbel's case, and mine own. Service is And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks, no heritage : and, I think, I shall never have the Making them proud of his humility,

blessing of God, till I have issue; for, they say, In their poor praise he humbled : Such a man

bearns 9 are blessings. Might be a copy to these younger times ;

Count. Is this all your worship's reason? Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them now

Clo. Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, But goers backward.

such as they are. Ber.

His good remembrance, sir, Count. May the world know them? Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb;

Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature ; So in approof lives not his epitaph,

and, indeed, I do marry, that I may repent. As in your royal speech.

Count. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wickedness. King. 'Would, I were with him! He would Clo. I am out of friends, madam; and I hope to always say,

have friends for my wife's sake. (Methinks, I hear him now; his plausive words Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave. He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them,

Clo. You are shallow, madam ; e'en great friends. To grow there, and to bear,) -- Let me not live, — Count. Get you gone, sir; I'll talk with you more Thus his good melancholy oft began, On the catastrophe and heel of pastime,

Stew. May it please you, madam, that he bid When it was out, - let me not live, quoth he, Helen come to you ; of her I am to speak. After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff

Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman, I would Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses speak with her; Helen I mean. Al but new things disdain ; whose judgments are Clo. Was this fair face the cause, quoth she, Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies

(Singing Expire before their fashions : This he wish'd :

Why the Grecians sacked Troy? I, after him, do after him wish too,

Fond done ', done fond, Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring home,

Was this king Priam's joy.

7 To act up to your desires. * To be married. 6 Approbation.

9 Children.

1 Foolishly done.

poor fellow.

anon.

« PreviousContinue »