All's Well That Ends Well (Folio 1, 1623)
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All's Well that Ends Well
735I will no more enforce mine office on you,
¶Humbly intreating from your royall thoughts,
¶A modest one to beare me backe againe.
¶But what at full I know, thou knowst no part,
¶I knowing all my perill, thou no Art.
¶Hell What I can doe, can doe no hurt to try,
¶So holy Writ, in babes hath iudgement showne,
¶When Iudges haue bin babes; great flouds haue flowne
750When Miracles haue by the great'st beene denied.
¶Oft expectation failes, and most oft there
¶Proffers not tooke, reape thanks for their reward.
¶It is not so with him that all things knowes
¶The help of heauen we count the act of men.
¶Of heauen, not me, make an experiment.
¶I am not an Impostrue, that proclaime
¶Hop'st thou my cure?
¶Their fiery torcher his diurnall ring,
¶Ere twice in murke and occidentall dampe
¶King Vpon thy certainty and confidence,
780What dar'st thou venter?
¶Hell Taxe of impudence,
¶Traduc'd by odious ballads: my maidens name
785With vildest torture, let my life be ended.
¶His powerfull sound, within an organ weake:
790Thy life is deere, for all that life can rate
¶Worth name of life, in thee hath estimate:
¶Youth, beauty, wisedome, courage, all
¶That happines and prime, can happy call:
¶Thou this to hazard, needs must intimate
¶That ministers thine owne death if I die.
¶Hel If I breake time, or flinch in property
¶Of what I spoke, vnpittied let me die,
800And well deseru'd: not helping, death's my fee,
¶But if I helpe, what doe you promise me.
¶Kin Make thy demand.
¶Hel But will you make it euen?
¶Kin I by my Scepter, and my hopes of helpe.
¶What husband in thy power I will command:
¶Exempted be from me the arrogance
¶To choose from forth the royall bloud of France,
¶My low and humble name to propagate
810With any branch or image of thy state:
815So make the choice of thy owne time, for I
¶Though more to know, could not be more to trust:
¶Giue me some helpe heere hoa, if thou proceed,
¶As high as word, my deed shall match thy deed.
¶
Florish. Exit
¶
Enter Countesse and Clowne
¶of your breeding.
830ciall, when you put off that with such contempt, but to
¶the Court?
¶Clo Truly Madam, if God haue lent a man any man-
¶ners, hee may easilie put it off at Court: hee that cannot
835thing, has neither legge, hands, lippe, nor cap; and in-
¶questions.
840Clo It is like a Barbers chaire that fits all buttockes,
¶the pin buttocke, the quatch-buttocke, the brawn but-
¶tocke, or any buttocke.
¶Clo As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an Attur-
845ney, as your French Crowne for your taffety punke, as
¶Tibsrush for Tomsfore-finger, as a pancake for Shroue-
¶tuesday, a Morris for May-day, as the naile to his hole,
¶the Cuckold to his horne, as a scolding queane to a
¶wrangling knaue, as the Nuns lip to the Friers mouth,
850nay as the pudding to his skin.
¶all questions?
¶Clo From below your Duke, to beneath your Con-
¶that must fit all demands.
¶Clo But a triflle neither in good faith, if the learned
860harme to learne.
¶Lady To be young againe if we could: I will bee a
¶swer.
Lady
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