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  • Title: All's Well That Ends Well (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editors: Andrew Griffin, Helen Ostovich
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-432-5

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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)

    254Alls Well, that Ends Well
    'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see,
    3045The name, and not the thing.
    Ros Both, both, O pardon.
    Hel Oh my good Lord, when I was like this Maid,
    I found you wondrous kinde, there is your Ring,
    And looke you, heeres your letter: this it sayes,
    3050When from my finger you can get this Ring,
    And is by me with childe, &c. This is done,
    Will you be mine now you are doubly wonne?
    Ros If she my Liege can make me know this clearly,
    Ile loue her dearely, euer, euer dearly.
    3055Hel If it appeare not plaine, and proue vntrue,
    Deadly diuorce step betweene me and you.
    O my deere mother do I see you liuing?
    Laf Mine eyes smell Onions, I shall weepe anon:
    Good Tom Drumme lend me a handkercher.
    3060So I thanke thee, waite on me home, Ile make sport with
    thee: Let thy curtsies alone, they are scuruy ones.
    King Let vs from point to point this storie know,
    To make the euen truth in pleasure flow:
    If thou beest yet a fresh vncropped flower,
    3065Choose thou thy husband, and Ile pay thy dower.
    For I can guesse, that by thy honest ayde,
    Thou keptst a wife her selfe, thy selfe a Maide.
    Of that and all the progresse more and lesse,
    Resoluedly more leasure shall expresse:
    3070All yet seemes well, and if it end so meete,
    The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
    Flourish

    THe Kings a Begger, now the Play is done
    All is well ended, if this suite be wonne
    3075That you expresse Content: which we will pay
    With strife to please you, day exceeding day
    Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts
    Your gentle hands lend vs, and take our hearts Exeunt omn.







    FINIS.