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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 233
    of the rich are damn'd, but if I may haue your Ladiships
    good will to goe to the world, Isbellthe woman and w
    will doe as we may.
    Coun Wilt thou needes be a begger?
    350Clo I doe beg your good will in this case.
    Cou In what case?
    Clo In Isbelscase and mine owne: seruice is no heri-
    tage, and I thinke I shall neuer haue the blessing of God,
    till I haue issue a my bodie: for they say barnes are bles-
    355sings.
    Cou Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marrie?
    Clo My poore bodie Madam requires it, I am driuen
    on by the flesh, and hee must needes goe that the diuell
    driues.
    360Cou Is this all your worships reason?
    Clo Faith Madam I haue other holie reasons, such as
    they are.
    Cou May the world know them?
    Clo I haue beene Madam a wicked creature, as you
    365and all flesh and blood are, and indeede I doe marrie that
    I may repent.
    Cou Thy marriage sooner then thy wickednesse.
    Clo I am out a friends Madam, and I hope to haue
    friends for my wiues sake.
    370Cou Such friends are thine enemies knaue.
    Clo Y'are shallow Madam in great friends, for the
    knaues come to doe that for me which I am a wearie of:
    he that eres my Land, spares my teame, and giues mee
    leaue to Inne the crop: if I be his cuckold hee's my
    375drudge; he that comforts my wife, is the cherisher of
    my flesh and blood; hee that cherishes my flesh and
    blood, loues my flesh and blood; he that loues my flesh
    and blood is my friend: ergo he that kisses my wife is my
    friend: if men could be contented to be what they are,
    380there were no feare in marriage, for yong Charbonthe
    Puritan, and old Poysamthe Papist, how somere their
    hearts are seuer'd in Religion, their heads are both one,
    they may ioule horns together like any Deare i'th Herd.
    Cou Wilt thou euer be a foule mouth'd and calum-
    385nious knaue?
    Clo A Prophet I Madam, and I speake the truth the
    next waie, for I the Ballad will repeate, which men full
    true shall finde, your marriage comes by destinie, your
    Cuckow sings by kinde.
    390Cou Get you gone sir, Ile talke with you more anon.
    Stew May it please you Madam, that hee bid Hellen
    come to you, of her I am to speake.
    Cou Sirra tell my gentlewoman I would speake with
    her, HellenI meane.
    395Clo Was this faire face the cause, quoth she,
    Why the Grecians sacked Troy
    Fond done, done, fond was this King Priamsioy,
    With that she sighed as she stood, bis
    And gaue this sentence then, among nine bad if one be
    400good, among nine bad if one be good, there's yet one
    good in ten.
    Cou What, one good in tenne? you corrupt the song
    sirra.
    Clo One good woman in ten Madam, which is a pu-
    405rifying ath' song: would God would serue the world so
    all the yeere, weed finde no fault with the tithe woman
    if I were the Parson, one in ten quoth a? and wee might
    haue a good woman borne but ore euerie blazing starre,
    or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the Lotterie well, a
    410man may draw his heart out ere a plucke one.
    Cou Youle begone sir knaue, and doe as I command
    you?
    Clo That man should be at womans command, and
    yet no hurt done, though honestie be no Puritan, yet
    415it will doe no hurt, it will weare the Surplis of humilitie
    ouer the blacke-Gowne of a bigge heart: I am go-
    ing forsooth, the businesse is for Helen to come hither.
    Exit
    Cou Well now.
    420Stew I know Madam you loue your Gentlewoman
    intirely.
    Cou Faith I doe: her Father bequeath'd her to mee,
    and she her selfe without other aduantage, may lawful-
    lie make title to as much loue as shee findes, there is
    425more owing her then is paid, and more shall be paid
    her then sheele demand.
    Stew Madam, I was verie late more neere her then
    I thinke shee wisht mee, alone shee was, and did
    communicate to her selfe her owne words to her
    430owne eares, shee thought, I dare vowe for her, they
    toucht not anie stranger sence, her matter was, shee
    loued your Sonne; Fortune shee said was no god-
    desse, that had put such difference betwixt their two
    estates: Loue no god, that would not extend his might
    435onelie, where qualities were leuell, Queene of Vir-
    gins, that would suffer her poore Knight surpris'd
    without rescue in the first assault or ransome after-
    ward: This shee deliuer'd in the most bitter touch of
    sorrow that ere I heard Virgin exclaime in, which I held
    440my dutie speedily to acquaint you withall, sithence in
    the losse that may happen, it concernes you something
    to know it.
    Cou You haue discharg'd this honestlie, keepe it
    to your selfe, manie likelihoods inform'd mee of this
    445before, which hung so tottring in the ballance, that
    I could neither beleeue nor misdoubt: praie you
    leaue mee, stall this in your bosome, and I thanke
    you for your honest care: I will speake with you fur-
    ther anon. Exit Steward


    450Enter Hellen

    Old. Cou Euen so it vvas vvith me when I was yong:
    If euer vve are natures, these are ours, this thorne
    Doth to our Rose of youth righlie belong
    Our bloud to vs, this to our blood is borne,
    455It is the show, and seale of natures truth,
    Where loues strong passion is imprest in youth,
    By our remembrances of daies forgon,
    Such were our faults, or then we thought them none,
    Her eie is sicke on't, I obserue her now.
    460Hell What is your pleasure Madam?
    Ol. Cou You know HellenI am a mother to you.
    Hell Mine honorable Mistris.
    Ol. Cou Nay a mother, why not a mother? when I
    sed a mother
    465Me thought you saw a serpent, what's in mother,
    That you start at it? I say I am your mother,
    And put you in the Catalogue of those
    That were enwombed mine, 'tis often seene
    Adoption striues vvith nature, and choise breedes
    470A natiue slip to vs from forraine seedes:
    You nere opprest me with a mothers groane,
    Yet I expresse to you a mothers care,
    (Gods mercie maiden) dos it curd thy blood
    To say I am thy mother? vvhat's the matter,
    475That this distempered messenger of wet?
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