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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)


Enter Lafew and Bertram
1270Laf But I hope your Lordshippe thinkes not him a
souldier.
Ber Yes my Lord and of verie valiant approofe.
Laf You haue it from his owne deliuerance.
Ber And by other warranted testimonie.
1275Laf Then my Diall goes not true, I tooke this Larke
for a bunting.
Ber I do assure you my Lord he is very great in know-
ledge, and accordinglie valiant.
Laf I haue then sinn'd against his experience, and
1280transgrest against his valour, and my state that way is
dangerous, since I cannot yet find in my heart to repent:
Heere he comes, I pray you make vs freinds, I will pur-
sue the amitie.
Enter Parolles
1285Par These things shall be done sir.
Laf Pray you sir whose his Tailor?
Par Sir?
Laf O I know him well, I sir, hee sirs a good worke-
man, a verie good Tailor.
1290Ber Is shee gone to the king?
Par Shee is.
Ber Will shee away to night?
Par As you'le haue her.
Ber I haue writ my letters, casketted my treasure,
1295Giuen order for our horses, and to night,
When I should take possession of the Bride,
And ere I doe begin.
Laf A good Trauailer is something at the latter end
of a dinner, but on that lies three thirds, and vses a
1300known truth to passe a thousand nothings with, should
bee once hard, and thrice beaten. God saue you Cap-
taine.
Ber Is there any vnkindnes betweene my Lord and
you Monsieur?
1305Par I know not how I haue deserued to run into my
Lords displeasure.
Laf You haue made shift to run into't, bootes and
spurres and all: like him that leapt into the Custard, and
out of it you'le runne againe, rather then suffer question
1310for your residence.
Ber It may bee you haue mistaken him my Lord.
Laf And shall doe so euer, though I tooke him at's
prayers. Fare you well my Lord, and beleeue this of
me, there can be no kernell in this light Nut: the soule
1315of this man is his cloathes: Trust him not in matter of
heauie consequence: I haue kept of them tame, & know
their natures. Farewell Monsieur, I haue spoken better
of you, then you haue or will to deserue at my hand, but
we must do good against euill.
1320Par An idle Lord, I sweare.
Ber I thinke so.
Par Why do you not know him?
Ber Yes, I do know him well, and common speech
Giues him a worthy passe. Heere comes my clog.
1325
Enter Helena
Hel I haue sir as I was commanded from you
Spoke with the King, and haue procur'd his leaue
For present parting, onely he desires
Some priuate speech with you.
1330Ber I shall obey his will.
You must not meruaile Helenat my course,
Which holds not colour with the time, nor does
The ministration, and required office
On my particular. Prepar'd I was not
1335For such a businesse, therefore am I found
So much vnsetled: This driues me to intreate you,
That presently you take your way for home,
And rather muse then aske why I intreate you,
For my respects are better then they seeme,
1340And my appointments haue in them a neede
Greater then shewes it selfe at the first view,
To you that know them not. This to my mother,
'Twill be two daies ere I shall see you, so
I leaue you to your wisedome.
1345Hel Sir, I can nothing say,
But that I am your most obedient seruant.
Ber Come, come, no more of that.
Hel And euer shall
With true obseruance seeke to eeke out that
1350Wherein toward me my homely starres haue faild
To equall my great fortune.
Ber Let that goe: my hast is verie great. Farwell:
Hie home.
Hel Pray sir your pardon.
1355Ber Well, what would you say?
Hel I am not worthie of the wealth I owe,
Nor dare I say 'tis mine: and yet it is,
But like a timorous theefe, most faine would steale
What law does vouch mine owne.
1360Ber What would you haue?
Hel Something, and scarse so much: nothing indeed,
I would not tell you what I would my Lord: Faith yes,
Strangers and foes do sunder, and not kisse.
Ber I pray you stay not, but in hast to horse.
1365Hel I shall not breake your bidding, good my Lord:
Where are my other men? Monsieur, farwell.
Exit
Ber Go thou toward home, where I wil neuer come,
Whilst I can shake my sword, or heare the drumme:
Away, and for our flight.
1370Par Brauely, Coragio.