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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)

    252All's Well that Ends Well
    Clo I am a woodland fellow sir, that alwaies loued
    a great fire, and the master I speak of euer keeps a good
    2530fire, but sure he is the Prince of the world, let his No-
    bilitie remaine in's Court. I am for the house with the
    narrow gate, which I take to be too little for pompe to
    enter: some that humble themselues may, but the ma-
    nie will be too chill and tender, and theyle bee for the
    2535flowrie way that leads to the broad gate, and the great
    Laf Go thy waies, I begin to bee a wearie of thee,
    and I tell thee so before, because I would not fall out
    with thee. Go thy wayes, let my horses be wel look'd
    2540too, without any trickes.
    Clo If I put any trickes vpon em sir, they shall bee
    Iades trickes, which are their owne right by the law of
    Nature. exit
    Laf A shrewd knaue and an vnhappie.
    2545Lady So a is. My Lord that's gone made himselfe
    much sport out of him, by his authoritie hee remaines
    heere, which he thinkes is a pattent for his sawcinesse,
    and indeede he has no pace, but runnes where he will.
    Laf I like him well, 'tis not amisse: and I was about
    2550to tell you, since I heard of the good Ladies death, and
    that my Lord your sonne was vpon his returne home. I
    moued the King my master to speake in the behalfe of
    my daughter, which in the minoritie of them both, his
    Maiestie out of a selfe gracious remembrance did first
    2555propose, his Highnesse hath promis'd me to doe it, and
    to stoppe vp the displeasure he hath conceiued against
    your sonne, there is no fitter matter. How do's your
    Ladyship like it?
    La With verie much content my Lord, and I wish
    2560it happily effected.
    Laf His Highnesse comes post from Marcellus of as
    able bodie as when he number'd thirty, a will be heere
    to morrow, or I am deceiu'd by him that in such intel-
    ligence hath seldome fail'd.
    2565La Ir reioyces me, that I hope I shall see him ere I
    die. I haue letters that my sonne will be heere to night:
    I shall beseech your Lordship to remaine with mee, till
    they meete together.
    Laf Madam, I was thinking with what manners I
    2570might safely be admitted.
    Lad You neede but pleade your honourable priui-
    Laf Ladie, of that I haue made a bold charter, but
    I thanke my God, it holds yet.

    2575Enter Clowne

    Clo O Madam, yonders my Lord your sonne with
    a patch of veluet on's face, whether there bee a scar vn-
    der't or no, the Veluet knowes, but 'tis a goodly patch
    of Veluet, his left cheeke is a cheeke of two pile and a
    2580halfe, but his right cheeke is worne bare.
    Laf A scarre nobly got,
    Or a noble scarre, is a good liu'rie of honor,
    So belike is that.
    Clo But it is your carbinado'd face.
    2585Laf Let vs go see
    your sonne I pray you, I long to talke
    With the yong noble souldier.
    Clowne 'Faith there's a dozen of em, with delicate
    fine hats, and most courteous feathers, which bow the
    2590head, and nod at euerie man.

    Actus Quintus

    Enter Hellen, Widdow, and Diana, with
    two Attendants
    2595Hel But this exceeding posting day and night,
    Must wear your spirits low, we cannot helpe it:
    But since you haue made the daies and nights as one,
    To weare your gentle limbes in my affayres,
    Be bold you do so grow in my requitall,
    2600As nothing can vnroote you. In happie time,
    Enter a gentle Astringer
    This man may helpe me to his Maiesties eare,
    If he would spend his power. God saue you sir.
    Gent And you.
    2605Hel Sir, I haue seene you in the Court of France.
    Gent I haue beene sometimes there.
    Hel I do presume sir, that you are not falne
    From the report that goes vpon your goodnesse,
    And therefore goaded with most sharpe occasions,
    2610Which lay nice manners by, I put you to
    The vse of your owne vertues, for the which
    I shall continue thankefull.
    Gent What's your will?
    Hel That it will please you
    2615To giue this poore petition to the King,
    And ayde me with that store of power you haue
    To come into his presence.
    Gen The Kings not heere.
    Hel Not heere sir?
    2620Gen Not indeed,
    He hence remou'd last night, and with more hast
    Then is his vse.
    Wid Lord how we loose our paines.
    Hel All's well that ends well yet,
    2625Though time seeme so aduerse, and meanes vnfit:
    I do beseech you, whither is he gone?
    Gent Marrie as I take it to Rossillion
    Whither I am going.
    Hel I do beseech you sir,
    2630Since you are like to see the King before me,
    Commend the paper to his gracious hand,
    Which I presume shall render you no blame,
    But rather make you thanke your paines for it,
    I will come after you with what good speede
    2635Our meanes will make vs meanes.
    Gent This Ile do for you.
    Hel And you shall finde your selfe to be well thankt
    what e're falles more. We must to horse againe, Go, go,
    2640Enter Clowne and Parrolles
    Par Good Mr Lauatch giue my Lord Lafew this let-
    ter, I haue ere now sir beene better knowne to you, when
    I haue held familiaritie with fresher cloathes: but I am
    now sir muddied in fortunes mood, and smell somewhat
    2645strong of her strong displeasure.
    Clo Truely, Fortunes displeasure is but sluttish if it
    smell so strongly as thou speak'st of: I will hencefoorth
    eate no Fish of Fortunes butt'ring. Prethee alow the
    2650Par Nay you neede not to stop your nose sir: I spake
    but by a Metaphor.
    Clo Indeed sir, if your Metaphor stinke, I will stop
    my nose, or against any mans Metaphor. Prethe get thee