All's Well That Ends Well (Folio 1, 1623)
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All's Well, that Ends Well
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¶After well entred souldiers, to returne
¶And finde your grace in health.
605King No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart
¶That doth my life besiege: farwell yong Lords,
¶Whether I liue or die, be you the sonnes
¶Of worthy French men: let higher Italy
610(Those bated that inherit but the fall
¶Not to wooe honour, but to wed it, when
¶That fame may cry you loud: I say farewell.
¶They say our French, lacke language to deny
¶If they demand: beware of being Captiues
¶Before you serue.
620Bo Our hearts receiue your warnings.
¶King Farewell, come hether to me.
¶2. Lo. E Oh 'tis braue warres.
¶Rossill I am commanded here, and kept a coyle with,
¶Too young, and the next yeere, and 'tis too early.
¶Steale away brauely.
¶Till honour be bought vp, and no sword worne
¶But one to dance with: by heauen, Ile steale away.
¶1. Lo. G There's honour in the theft.
635Parr Commit it Count.
¶Ros I grow to you, & our parting is a tortur'd body.
¶1. Lo. G Farewell Captaine.
¶shall finde in the Regiment of the Spinij, one Captaine
¶Spuriohis sicatrice, with an Embleme of warre heere on
¶Parr Marsdoate on you for his nouices, what will
¶ye doe?
¶Ros Stay the King.
¶true gate; eat, speake, and moue vnder the influence of
¶more dilated farewell.
660newie sword-men.
Exeunt
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Enter Lafew
¶L. Laf Pardon my Lord for mee and for my tidings.
665I would you had kneel'd my Lord to aske me mercy,
¶And askt thee mercy for't.
670Will you be cur'd of your infirmitie?
¶King No.
¶Laf O will you eat no grapes my royall foxe?
¶Yes but you will, my noble grapes, and if
¶My royall foxe could reach them: I haue seen a medicine
675That's able to breath life into a stone,
¶Quicken a rocke, and make you dance Canari
¶Is powerfull to arayse King Pippen nay
¶To giue great Charlemainea pen in's hand
680And write to her a loue-line.
¶King What her is this?
¶If you will see her: now by my faith and honour,
685In this my light deliuerance, I haue spoke
690That done, laugh well at me.
¶King Now good Lafew
¶Bring in the admiration, that we with thee
¶May spend our wonder too, or take off thine
¶By wondring how thou tookst it.
695Laf Nay, Ile fit you,
¶And not be all day neither.
¶Laf Nay, come your waies.
¶
Enter Hellen
¶Laf Nay, come your waies,
¶A Traitor you doe looke like, but such traitors
705That dare leaue two together, far you well.
Exit
¶Hel I my good Lord,
¶Gerard de Narbonwas my father,
710King I knew him.
¶Knowing him is enough: on's bed of death,
¶Many receits he gaue me, chieflie one,
715And of his olde experience, th' onlie darling,
¶He bad me store vp, as a triple eye,
¶Safer then mine owne two: more deare I haue so,
¶And hearing your high Maiestie is toucht
¶With that malignant cause, wherein the honour
720Of my deare fathers gift, stands cheefe in power,
¶I come to tender it, and my appliance,
¶King We thanke you maiden,
¶But may not be so credulous of cure,
725When our most learned Doctors leaue vs, and
¶The congregated Colledge haue concluded,
¶That labouring Art can neuer ransome nature
¶So staine our iudgement, or corrupt our hope,
Hel My
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