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All's Well That Ends Well (Folio 1, 1623)
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ALL'S
Well, that Ends Well.
1Actus primus. Scoena Prima
2Enter yong Bertram Count of Rossillion, his Mother, and
3Helena, Lord Lafew, all in blacke
4Mother
6cond husband.
7Ros And I in going Madam, weep ore my
9sties command, to whom I am now in Ward, euermore
15it where there is such abundance.
20the loosing of hope by time.
21Mo This yong Gentlewoman had a father, O that
24made nature immortall, and death should haue play for
29his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon
30Laf He was excellent indeed Madam, the King very
31latelie spoke of him admiringly, and mourningly: hee
35of?
37Ros I heard not of it before.
39tlewoman the Daughter of Gerard de Narbon
41ouer looking. I haue those hopes of her good, that her
43makes faire gifts fairer: for where an vncleane mind car-
44ries vertuous qualities, there commendations go with
45pitty, they are vertues and traitors too: in her they are
47and atcheeues her goodnesse.
48Lafew Your commendations Madam get from her
49teares.
51in. The remembrance of her father neuer approches her
52heart, but the tirrany of her sorrowes takes all liuelihood
53from her cheeke. No more of this Helena go too, no
55to haue------
57Laf Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead,
58excessiue greefe the enemie to the liuing.
60makes it soone mortall.
64In manners as in shape: thy blood and vertue
65Contend for Empire in thee, and thy goodnesse
66Share with thy birth-right. Loue all, trust a few,
67Doe wrong to none: be able for thine enemie
68Rather in power then vse: and keepe thy friend
69Vnder thy owne lifes key. Be checkt for silence,
70But neuer tax'd for speech. What heauen more wil,
71That thee may furnish, and my prayers plucke downe,
72Fall on thy head. Farwell my Lord,
74Aduise him.
76That shall attend his loue.
79be seruants to you: be comfortable to my mother, your
80Mistris, and make much of her.
82dit of your father.
83Hell O were that all, I thinke not on my father,
84And these great teares grace his remembrance more
86I haue forgott him. My imagination
87Carries no fauour in't but Bertrams
88I am vndone, there is no liuing, none,
89If Bertram be away. 'Twere all one,
91And think to wed it, he is so aboue me
92In his bright radience and colaterall light,
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