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All's Well That Ends Well (Folio 1, 1623)
252All's Well that Ends Well
2783That she may quickly come. By my old beard,
2784And eu'rie haire that's on't, Helenthat's dead
2786The last that ere I tooke her leaue at Court,
2788Ber Hers it was not.
2791This Ring was mine, and when I gaue it Hellen
2792I bad her if her fortunes euer stoode
2793Necessitied to helpe, that by this token
2794I would releeue her. Had you that craft to reaue her
2796Ber My gracious Soueraigne,
2798The ring was neuer hers.
2799OldLa Sonne, on my life
2801At her liues rate.
2804In Florence was it from a casement throwne mee,
2805Wrap'd in a paper, which contain'd the name
2806Of her that threw it: Noble she was, and thought
2808To mine owne fortune, and inform'd her fully,
2812Receiue the Ring againe.
2814That knowes the tinct and multiplying med'cine,
2816Then I haue in this Ring. 'Twas mine, 'twas Helens
2817Who euer gaue it you: then if you know
2818That you are well acquainted with your selfe,
2819Confesse 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement
2820You got it from her. She call'd the Saints to suretie,
2823Where you haue neuer come: or sent it vs
2830And yet I know not, thou didst hate her deadly,
2832Her eyes my selfe, could win me to beleeue,
2833More then to see this Ring. Take him away,
2834My fore-past proofes, how ere the matter fall
2835Shall taze my feares of little vanitie,
2836Hauing vainly fear'd too little. Away with him,
2837Wee'l sift this matter further.
2840Proue that I husbanded her bed in Florence,
2841Where yet she neuer was.
2842Enter a Gentleman
2844Gen Gracious Soueraigne.
2845Whether I haue beene too blame or no, I know not,
2846Here's a petition from a Florentine,
2848To tender it her selfe. I vndertooke it,
2850Of the poore suppliant, who by this I know
2853In a sweet verball breefe, it did concerne
A Letter
2856Vpon his many protestations to marrie mee when his wife was
2858 sillion a Widdower, his vowes are forfeited to mee, and my
2859 honors payed to him. Hee stole from Florence, taking no
2860 leaue, and I follow him to his Countrey for Iustice Grant
2862 rishes and a poore Maid is vndone
2863Diana Capilet.
2865for this. Ile none of him.
2866Kin The heauens haue thought well on thee Lafew
2868Go speedily, and bring againe the Count.
2869Enter Bertram
2870I am a-feard the life of Hellen(Ladie)
2871Was fowly snatcht.
2875Yet you desire to marry. What woman's that?
2876Enter Widdow, Diana, and Parrolles
2877Dia I am my Lord a wretched Florentine,
2878Deriued from the ancient Capilet,
2880And therefore know how farre I may be pittied.
2885men?
2886Ber My Lord, I neither can nor will denie,
2887But that I know them, do they charge me further?
2889Ber She's none of mine my Lord.
2891You giue away this hand, and that is mine,
2892You giue away heauens vowes, and those are mine:
2893You giue away my selfe, which is knowne mine:
2894For I by vow am so embodied yours,
2896Either both or none.
2898ter, you are no husband for her.
2900Whom sometime I haue laugh'd with: Let your highnes
2901Lay a more noble thought vpon mine honour,
2902Then for to thinke that I would sinke it heere.
2903Kin Sir for my thoughts, you haue them il to friend,
2904Till your deeds gaine them fairer: proue your honor,
2905Then in my thought it lies.
2906Dian Good my Lord,
2907Aske him vpon his oath, if hee do's thinke
2908He had not my virginity.
2910Ber She's impudent my Lord,
2911And was a common gamester to the Campe.
2913He might haue bought me at a common price.
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