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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

    Copyright Internet Shakespeare Editions. This text may be freely used for educational, non-proift purposes; for all other uses contact the Coordinating Editor.
    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 251
    sition of that lasciuious yong boy the Count, haue I run
    2400into this danger: yet who would haue suspected an am-
    bush where I was taken?
    Int There is no remedy sir, but you must dye: the
    Generall sayes, you that haue so traitorously discouerd
    the secrets of your army, and made such pestifferous re-
    2405ports of men very nobly held, can serue the world for
    no honest vse: therefore you must dye. Come heades-
    man, off with his head.
    Par O Lord sir let me liue, or let me see my death.
    Int That shall you, and take your leaue of all your
    2410friends:
    So, looke about you, know you any heere?
    Count Good morrow noble Captaine.
    Lo. E God blesse you Captaine Parolles
    Cap. G God saue you noble Captaine.
    2415Lo. E Captain, what greeting will you to my Lord
    Lafew I am for France
    Cap. G Good Captaine will you giue me a Copy of
    the sonnet you writ to Dianain behalfe of the Count
    Rossillion and I were not a verie Coward, I'de compell
    2420it of you, but far you well. Exeunt
    Int You are vndone Captaine all but your scarfe,
    that has a knot on't yet.
    Par Who cannot be crush'd with a plot?
    Inter If you could finde out a Countrie where but
    2425women were that had receiued so much shame, you
    might begin an impudent Nation. Fare yee well sir, I
    am for Francetoo, we shall speake of you there. Exit
    Par Yet am I thankfull: if my heart were great
    'Twould burst at this: Captaine Ile be no more,
    2430But I will eate, and drinke, and sleepe as soft
    As Captaine shall. Simply the thing I am
    Shall make me liue: who knowes himselfe a braggart
    Let him feare this; for it will come to passe,
    That euery braggart shall be found an Asse.
    2435Rust sword, coole blushes, and Parrollesliue
    Safest in shame: being fool'd, by fool'rie thriue;
    There's place and meanes for euery man aliue.
    Ile after them. Exit

    Enter Hellen, Widdow, and Diana

    2440Hel That you may well perceiue I haue not
    wrong'd you,
    One of the greatest in the Christian world
    Shall be my suretie: for whose throne 'tis needfull
    Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneele.
    2445Time was, I did him a desired office
    Deere almost as his life, which gratitude
    Through flintie Tartars bosome would peepe forth,
    And answer thankes. I duly am inform'd,
    His grace is at Marcellae to which place
    2450We haue conuenient conuoy: you must know
    I am supposed dead, the Army breaking,
    My husband hies him home, where heauen ayding,
    And by the leaue of my good Lord the King,
    Wee'l be before our welcome.
    2455Wid Gentle Madam,
    You neuer had a seruant to whose trust
    Your busines was more welcome.
    Hel Nor your Mistris
    Euer a friend, whose thoughts more truly labour
    2460To recompence your loue: Doubt not but heauen
    Hath brought me vp to be your daughters dower,
    As it hath fated her to be my motiue
    And helper to a husband. But O strange men,
    That can such sweet vse make of what they hate,
    2465When sawcie trusting of the cosin'd thoughts
    Defiles the pitchy night, so lust doth play
    With what it loathes, for that which is away,
    But more of this heereafter: you Diana
    Vnder my poore instructions yet must suffer
    2470Something in my behalfe.
    Dia Let death and honestie
    Go with your impositions, I am yours
    Vpon your will to suffer.
    Hel Yet I pray you:
    2475But with the word the time will bring on summer,
    When Briars shall haue leaues as well as thornes,
    And be as sweet as sharpe: we must away,
    Our Wagon is prepar'd, and time reuiues vs,
    All's well that ends well, still the fines the Crowne;
    2480What ere the course, the end is the renowne. Exeunt

    Enter Clowne, old Lady, and Lafew
    Laf No, no, no, your sonne was misled with a snipt
    taffata fellow there, whose villanous saffron wold haue
    made all the vnbak'd and dowy youth of a nation in his
    2485colour: your daughter-in-law had beene aliue at this
    houre, and your sonne heere at home, more aduanc'd
    by the King, then by that red-tail'd humble Bee I speak
    of.
    La I would I had not knowne him, it was the death
    2490of the most vertuous gentlewoman, that euer Nature
    had praise for creating. If she had pertaken of my flesh
    and cost mee the deerest groanes of a mother, I could
    not haue owed her a more rooted loue.
    Laf Twas a good Lady, 'twas a good Lady. Wee
    2495may picke a thousand sallets ere wee light on such ano-
    ther hearbe.
    Clo Indeed sir she was the sweete Margerom of the
    sallet, or rather the hearbe of grace.
    Laf They are not hearbes you knaue, they are nose-
    2500hearbes.
    Clowne I am no great Nabuchadnezarsir, I haue not
    much skill in grace.
    Laf Whether doest thou professe thy selfe, a knaue
    or a foole?
    2505Clo A foole sir at a womans seruice, and a knaue at a
    mans.
    Laf Your distinction.
    Clo I would cousen the man of his wife, and do his
    seruice.
    2510Laf So you were a knaue at his seruice indeed.
    Clo And I would giue his wife my bauble sir to doe
    her seruice.
    Laf I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knaue
    and foole.
    2515Clo At your seruice.
    Laf No, no, no.
    Clo Why sir, if I cannot serue you, I can serue as
    great a prince as you are.
    Laf Whose that, a Frenchman?
    2520Clo Faith sir a has an English maine, but his fisno-
    mie is more hotter in France then there.
    Laf What prince is that?
    Clo The blacke prince sir, alias the prince of darke-
    nesse, alias the diuell.
    2525Laf Hold thee there's my purse, I giue thee not this
    to suggest thee from thy master thou talk'st off, serue
    him still.
    Clow
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