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ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

King 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. CLOWNS sillon.

'diers, &c. French and Florentine. A Page.

Scene, partly in France, and partly in Tuscany. COUNTESS of ROUSILLON, mother to Bertram.

ACT І.

Laf. A fistula, my lord, SCENE 1.-Rousillon-A Room in the Coun

lan A Room in the Coun. Ber. I heard not of it before. tess' Palace.

Laf. 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 have 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 v'hom I am now in virtuous qualities, there commendations go ward, evermore in subjection.

with pity, they are virtues and traitors too; na Laf. 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 ig at all times good, must of necessity goodness. hold his virtue to you; whose worthiness would Luf. Your commendations, madam, get from 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 sea. Count. 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 grirf, 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. madam:

ceed thy father Couni. 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 bave 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

lence,

swill, Ber. What is it, my good lord, the king lan-Ì 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 own loss of a husband and less. observes how heavily had passes through her mind

AU appearance of life.

that thee inay 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 there. Ber. The best wishes, that can be forged in fore I die a virgin. your thoughts, [To HELENA] be servants to L 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'; SEreunt BERTRAM and LAFEU. and should be buried in highways, out of Hel. O, 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 if 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 with’t. Must I he comforted, not in his sphere.

Hei. 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,

Par. 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;t 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, Tull oft There shall your master have a thousand loves,

A mother, and a mistress, and a friend,
Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly. A phoenix, captain, and an enemy,
Par. Save you, fair queen.

A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,
Hel. And you, monarch.

A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear; Per. No.

His humble ambition, proud humility, Hel. And no.

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 hem to virginity; how may we barricado it against

| I know not what he shall God send him 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 we us some warlike resistance.

Par. What's pity ? Par. There is none; man, sitting down be- Hel. That wishing well bad not a body in't, ore you, will undermine you, and blow you Which might be felt : that we, the poorer born,

| 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, 1.e. That may help thce with more and better quali

Par. Little Helen, farewell : it I can remen

we see.

op:

ber thee, I will think of thee at court. nel.e. May you be mistress of your wishes, and have power to bring them to cffect.

* Forbidden. Helena considers her heart as the tablet on which his + A quibble on date, which means age, and candied fruit. resemblance was pourtrayed.

tl. e. And show by realities what we now mist on y Peculiarity of feature.

1 Countenance. think.

fications,

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 Hel. I especially think, under Mars. A nursury to our gentry, who are sick Par. Why under Mars?

For breathing and exploit. Hel. The wars have so kept you under, that King. What's he comes here? you must needs be born under Mars.

Enter BERTRAM, LaFeo, and PAROLLES. Par. When he was predominant. Hel. When he was retrograde, I think,

grade. I think. 1 Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good rather.

Young Bertram

[lord, Par. Why think you so ?

King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face Hel. You go so much backward, when you Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, fight.

Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral 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, none, 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. I 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 eve? | 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. I 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?

Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb; The king's disease-my project may deceive So in approof lives not his epitaph, me.

As in your royal speech. But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me. King. 'Would, I were with him! He would

(Erit.

always say,

(Methinks, I hear him now; his plausive words SCENE II.- Paris.-A Room in the King's

He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them, Palace.

To grow there, and to bear,) Let me not live,

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 lire, quoth he, King. The Florentines and Senoyst are by of younger spirits, whose apprehensire senses

| After my flame kicks oil, to be the snuff the ears; Have fought with equal fortune, and continue | Mere fathers of their garments; 5 whose con

AU but new things disdain ; whose judgements are A braving war.

stancies 1 Lord. So 'tis reported, Sir.

Expire before their fashions : This he wish'd : King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here re-I, after him, do after him wish too, ceive it

Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring home, A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria, I quickly were dissolved from my hive. With caution, that the Florentine will move us. To give some labourers room. For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend 2 Lord. You are loy'd, Sir; Prejudicates the business, and would seem

They, that least lend it you, shall lack you first. To have us make denial.

King. I fill a place, I know't. -How long i Lord. His love and wisdom,

is't, count, Approv'd so to your majesty, may plead

Since the physician at your father's died? For amplest credence.

He was much fam'd. King. He hath arın'd our answer,

Ber. Some six months since, my lord, And Florence is denied before he comes :

King. If he were living, I would try him Yet, for our gentlemen, that mean to see

yet ;

* I.e. Thou wilt comprehend it.

* To repair here signifies to renovate. + Things formed by nature for each other.

+ His is put for its

* Approbation. i The citizens of the small republic of which Sienna is! Who have no other use of their facultietan to IB: the capital.

vent new modes of dress.

i

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

1 Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman, I would

speak with her; Helen I mean. gentlewoman?

*Clo. Was this fair face the cause, quoth she, Stew. Madam, the care I have had to even your content,* I wish might be found in the

[Singing. 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 of

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 bud 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 1.1: '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.+ 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?

I 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

gown of a big heart.-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 gentleClo. Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, woman entirely.

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. ness.

| Stew. Madam, I was very late more near her Clo. 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 a

er 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 5 my said, was no goddess, that had put such ditland, 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

esh and blood; he, that cherisbes 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,llsault, 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,f in the loss that may happen, it consoe'er their hearts are severed in religion, their cerns you something to know it. heads 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 * Chidien. Dlugbe | Therefore.

* The nearest way. + Foolishly done. Sinas

marry.

such as they ar

misdoubt: Pray you leave me: stall this in That truth should be suspected: Speak, is't so your losom, 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.
Enter HELENA.

Het. 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 ?

ur blood to us, this to our blood is born; Count. Go not about; my love hath in't a It is the show and seal of nature's truth,

bond.

[disclose Where love's strong passion is impress'd 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 lov'd 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 love, 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,

dam, Yet I express to you a mother's care :

Let not your hate encounter with my love, God's mercy, maiden ! does it curd thy blood, For loving where you do: but, if yourselt, 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 it 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 poble : To go to Paris ?

[truly, My master, my dear lord he is; and I

Hel. Madam, I had. His servant live, and will his vassal die:

Count. Wherefore? tell true He must not be my brother.

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 inanifest experience, had collected brother,)

(mothers, For general sovereignty; and that he will'd roe 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 ;

Por The king is render'd los 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. 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,

Court. 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, * I. 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. + I. e. Vanw. The source, the cause of your griet.

Receipts in which greater virtues were prelosed than According to their nature.

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