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Author: William Shakespeare
Editors: Andrew Griffin, Helen Ostovich
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All's Well That Ends Well (Folio 1, 1623)


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ALL'S
Well, that Ends Well.



1
Actus primus. Scoena Prima



Enter yong Bertram Count of Rossillion, his Mother, and
Helena, Lord Lafew, all in blacke

Mother
5IN deliuering my sonne from me, I burie a se-
cond husband.
Ros And I in going Madam, weep ore my
fathers death anew; but I must attend his maie-
sties command, to whom I am now in Ward, euermore
10in subiection.
Laf You shall find of the King a husband Madame,
you sir a father. He that so generally is at all times good,
must of necessitie hold his vertue to you, whose worthi-
nesse would stirre it vp where it wanted rather then lack
15it where there is such abundance.
Mo What hope is there of his Maiesties amendment?
Laf He hath abandon'd his Phisitions Madam, vn-
der whose practises he hath persecuted time with hope,
and finds no other aduantage in the processe, but onely
20the loosing of hope by time.
Mo This yong Gentlewoman had a father, O that
had, how sad a passage tis, whose skill was almost as
great as his honestie, had it stretch'd so far, would haue
made nature immortall, and death should haue play for
25lacke of worke. Would for the Kings sake hee were li-
uing, I thinke it would be the death of the Kings disease.
Laf How call'd you the man you speake of Madam?
Mo He was famous sir in his profession, and it was
his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon
30Laf He was excellent indeed Madam, the King very
latelie spoke of him admiringly, and mourningly: hee
was skilfull enough to haue liu'd stil, if knowledge could
be set vp against mortallitie.
Ros What is it (my good Lord) the King languishes
35of?
Laf A Fistula my Lord.
Ros I heard not of it before.
Laf I would it were not notorious. Was this Gen-
tlewoman the Daughter of Gerard de Narbon
40Mo His sole childe my Lord, and bequeathed to my
ouer looking. I haue those hopes of her good, that her
education promises her dispositions shee inherits, which
makes faire gifts fairer: for where an vncleane mind car-
ries vertuous qualities, there commendations go with
45pitty, they are vertues and traitors too: in her they are
the better for their simplenesse; she deriues her honestie,
and atcheeues her goodnesse.
Lafew Your commendations Madam get from her
teares.
50Mo 'Tis the best brine a Maiden can season her praise
in. The remembrance of her father neuer approches her
heart, but the tirrany of her sorrowes takes all liuelihood
from her cheeke. No more of this Helena go too, no
more least it be rather thought you affect a sorrow, then
55to haue------
Hell I doe affect a sorrow indeed, but I haue it too.
Laf Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead,
excessiue greefe the enemie to the liuing.
Mo If the liuing be enemie to the greefe, the excesse
60makes it soone mortall.
Ros Maddam I desire your holie wishes.
Laf How vnderstand we that?
Mo Be thou blest Bertrame and succeed thy father
In manners as in shape: thy blood and vertue
65Contend for Empire in thee, and thy goodnesse
Share with thy birth-right. Loue all, trust a few,
Doe wrong to none: be able for thine enemie
Rather in power then vse: and keepe thy friend
Vnder thy owne lifes key. Be checkt for silence,
70But neuer tax'd for speech. What heauen more wil,
That thee may furnish, and my prayers plucke downe,
Fall on thy head. Farwell my Lord,
'Tis an vnseason'd Courtier, good my Lord
Aduise him.
75Laf He cannot want the best
That shall attend his loue.
Mo Heauen blesse him: Farwell Bertram
Ro The best wishes that can be forg'd in your thoghts
be seruants to you: be comfortable to my mother, your
80Mistris, and make much of her.
Laf Farewell prettie Lady, you must hold the cre-
dit of your father.
Hell O were that all, I thinke not on my father,
And these great teares grace his remembrance more
85Then those I shed for him. What was he like?
I haue forgott him. My imagination
Carries no fauour in't but Bertrams
I am vndone, there is no liuing, none,
If Bertram be away. 'Twere all one,
90That I should loue a bright particuler starre,
And think to wed it, he is so aboue me
In his bright radience and colaterall light,
Must
All's Well, that Ends Well
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