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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)

    All's Well that Ends Well 243
    Maria I know that knaue, hang him, one Parolles
    a filthy Officer he is in those suggestions for the young
    Earle, beware of them Diana their promises, entise-
    ments, oathes, tokens, and all these engines of lust, are
    1630not the things they go vnder: many a maide hath beene
    seduced by them, and the miserie is example, that so
    terrible shewes in the wracke of maiden-hood, cannot
    for all that disswade succession, but that they are limed
    with the twigges that threatens them. I hope I neede
    1635not to aduise you further, but I hope your owne grace
    will keepe you where you are, though there were no
    further danger knowne, but the modestie which is so
    Dia You shall not neede to feare me.
    1640Enter Hellen
    Wid I hope so: looke here comes a pilgrim, I know
    she will lye at my house, thither they send one another,
    Ile question her. God saue you pilgrim, whether are
    1645Hel To S. Iaques la grand
    Where do the Palmers lodge, I do beseech you?
    Wid At the S[aint]. Francisheere beside the Port.
    Hel Is this the way? A march afarre
    Wid I marrie ist. Harke you, they come this way:
    1650If you will tarrie holy Pilgrime
    But till the troopes come by,
    I will conduct you where you shall be lodg'd,
    The rather for I thinke I know your hostesse
    As ample as my selfe.
    1655Hel Is it your selfe?
    Wid If you shall please so Pilgrime.
    Hel I thanke you, and will stay vpon your leisure.
    Wid You came I thinke from France
    Hel I did so.
    1660Wid Heere you shall see a Countriman of yours
    That has done worthy seruice.
    Hel His name I pray you?
    Dia The Count Rossillion know you such a one?
    Hel But by the eare that heares most nobly of him:
    1665His face I know not.
    Dia What somere he is
    He's brauely taken heere. He stole from France
    As 'tis reported: for the King had married him
    Against his liking. Thinke you it is so?
    1670Hel I surely meere the truth, I know his Lady.
    Dia There is a Gentleman that serues the Count,
    Reports but coursely of her.
    Hel What's his name?
    Dia Monsieur Parrolles
    1675Hel Oh I beleeue with him,
    In argument of praise, or to the worth
    Of the great Count himselfe, she is too meane
    To haue her name repeated, all her deseruing
    Is a reserued honestie, and that
    1680I haue not heard examin'd.
    Dian Alas poore Ladie,
    'Tis a hard bondage to become the wife
    Of a detesting Lord.
    Wid I write good creature, wheresoere she is,
    1685Her hart waighes sadly: this yong maid might do her
    A shrewd turne if she pleas'd.
    Hel How do you meane?
    May be the amorous Count solicites her
    In the vnlawfull purpose.
    1690Wid He does indeede,
    And brokes with all that can in such a suite
    Corrupt the tender honour of a Maide:
    But she is arm'd for him, and keepes her guard
    In honestest defence.

    1695Drumme and Colours
    Enter Count Rossillion, Parrolles, and the whole Armie

    Mar The goddes forbid else.
    Wid So, now they come:
    That is Anthoniothe Dukes eldest sonne,
    1700That Escalus
    Hel Which is the Frenchman?
    Dia Hee,
    That with the plume, 'tis a most gallant fellow,
    I would he lou'd his wife: if he were honester
    1705He were much goodlier. Is't not a handsom Gentleman
    Hel I like him well.
    Di 'Tis pitty he is not honest: yonds that same knaue
    That leades him to these places: were I his Ladie,
    I would poison that vile Rascall.
    1710Hel Which is he?
    Dia That Iacke-an-apes with scarfes. Why is hee
    Hel Perchance he's hurt i'th battaile.
    Par Loose our drum? Well.
    1715Mar He's shrewdly vext at something. Looke he
    has spyed vs.
    Wid Marrie hang you.
    Mar And your curtesie, for a ring-carrier.
    Wid The troope is past: Come pilgrim, I wil bring
    1720you, Where you shall host: Of inioyn'd penitents
    There's foure or fiue, to great S. Iaquesbound,
    Alreadie at my house.
    Hel I humbly thanke you:
    Please it this Matron, and this gentle Maide
    1725To eate with vs to night, the charge and thanking
    Shall be for me, and to requite you further,
    I will bestow some precepts of this Virgin,
    Worthy the note.
    Both Wee'l take your offer kindly. Exeunt
    1730Enter Count Rossillion and the Frenchmen
    as at first
    Cap. E Nay good my Lord put him too't: let him
    haue his way.
    Cap. G If your Lordshippe finde him not a Hilding,
    1735hold me no more in your respect.
    Cap. E On my life my Lord, a bubble.
    Ber Do you thinke I am so farre
    Deceiued in him.
    Cap. E Beleeue it my Lord, in mine owne direct
    1740knowledge, without any malice, but to speake of him
    as my kinsman, hee's a most notable Coward, an infi-
    nite and endlesse Lyar, an hourely promise-breaker, the
    owner of no one good qualitie, worthy your Lordships
    1745Cap. G It were fit you knew him, least reposing too
    farre in his vertue which he hath not, he might at some
    great and trustie businesse, in a maine daunger, fayle
    Ber I would I knew in what particular action to try
    Cap. G None better then to let him fetch off his
    drumme, which you heare him so confidently vnder-
    take to do.
    C. E I with a troop of Florentines wil sodainly sur-
    X 2 prize