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All's Well That Ends Well (Folio 1, 1623)
328Enter Countesse, Steward, and Clowne
330woman.
333endeuours, for then we wound our Modestie, and make
335we publish them.
336Coun What doe's this knaue heere? Get you gone
339lacke not folly to commit them, & haue abilitie enough
340to make such knaueries yours.
341Clo 'Tis not vnknown to you Madam, I am a poore
342fellow.
344Clo No maddam,
345'Tis not so well that I am poore, though manie
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346of the rich are damn'd, but if I may haue your Ladiships
347good will to goe to the world, Isbellthe woman and w
348will doe as we may.
349Coun Wilt thou needes be a begger?
355sings.
357Clo My poore bodie Madam requires it, I am driuen
359driues.
362they are.
363Cou May the world know them?
364Clo I haue beene Madam a wicked creature, as you
366I may repent.
368Clo I am out a friends Madam, and I hope to haue
369friends for my wiues sake.
370Cou Such friends are thine enemies knaue.
372knaues come to doe that for me which I am a wearie of:
373he that eres my Land, spares my teame, and giues mee
374leaue to Inne the crop: if I be his cuckold hee's my
375drudge; he that comforts my wife, is the cherisher of
378and blood is my friend: ergo he that kisses my wife is my
379friend: if men could be contented to be what they are,
380there were no feare in marriage, for yong Charbonthe
382hearts are seuer'd in Religion, their heads are both one,
383they may ioule horns together like any Deare i'th Herd.
385nious knaue?
387next waie, for I the Ballad will repeate, which men full
389Cuckow sings by kinde.
392come to you, of her I am to speake.
394her, HellenI meane.
396Why the Grecians sacked Troy
397Fond done, done, fond was this King Priamsioy,
399And gaue this sentence then, among nine bad if one be
400good, among nine bad if one be good, there's yet one
401good in ten.
403sirra.
406all the yeere, weed finde no fault with the tithe woman
407if I were the Parson, one in ten quoth a? and wee might
408haue a good woman borne but ore euerie blazing starre,
409or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the Lotterie well, a
410man may draw his heart out ere a plucke one.
412you?
414yet no hurt done, though honestie be no Puritan, yet
415it will doe no hurt, it will weare the Surplis of humilitie
416ouer the blacke-Gowne of a bigge heart: I am go-
418Exit
419Cou Well now.
420Stew I know Madam you loue your Gentlewoman
421intirely.
422Cou Faith I doe: her Father bequeath'd her to mee,
425more owing her then is paid, and more shall be paid
426her then sheele demand.
427Stew Madam, I was verie late more neere her then
429communicate to her selfe her owne words to her
430owne eares, shee thought, I dare vowe for her, they
434estates: Loue no god, that would not extend his might
435onelie, where qualities were leuell, Queene of Vir-
439sorrow that ere I heard Virgin exclaime in, which I held
442to know it.
444to your selfe, manie likelihoods inform'd mee of this
445before, which hung so tottring in the ballance, that
446I could neither beleeue nor misdoubt: praie you
449ther anon. Exit Steward
450Enter Hellen
452If euer vve are natures, these are ours, this thorne
453Doth to our Rose of youth righlie belong
454Our bloud to vs, this to our blood is borne,
457By our remembrances of daies forgon,
458Such were our faults, or then we thought them none,
461Ol. Cou You know HellenI am a mother to you.
463Ol. Cou Nay a mother, why not a mother? when I
464 sed a mother
467And put you in the Catalogue of those
468That were enwombed mine, 'tis often seene
471You nere opprest me with a mothers groane,
472Yet I expresse to you a mothers care,
473(Gods mercie maiden) dos it curd thy blood
474To say I am thy mother? vvhat's the matter,
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476The manie colour'd Iris rounds thine eye?
477------ Why, that you are my daughter?
478Hell That I am not.
480Hell Pardon Madam.
481The Count Rosillioncannot be my brother:
482I am from humble, he from honored name:
483No note vpon my Parents, his all noble,
484My Master, my deere Lord he is, and I
486He must not be my brother.
487Ol.Cou Nor I your Mother.
488Hell You are my mother Madam, would you were
489So that my Lord your sonne were not my brother,
490Indeede my mother, or were you both our mothers,
491I care no more for, then I doe for heauen,
493But I your daughter, he must be my brother.
494Old.Cou Yes Hellen you might be my daughter in law,
495God shield you meane it not, daughter and mother
503But tell me then 'tis so, for looke, thy cheekes
504Confesse it 'ton tooth to th' other, and thine eies
509If it be so, you haue wound a goodly clewe:
510If it be not, forsweare't how ere I charge thee,
511As heauen shall worke in me for thine auaile
512To tell me truelie.
513Hell Good Madam pardon me.
514Cou Do you loue my Sonne?
516Cou Loue you my Sonne?
517Hell Doe not you loue him Madam?
518Cou Goe not about; my loue hath in't a bond
521Haue to the full appeach'd.
523Here on my knee, before high heauen and you,
524That before you, and next vnto high heauen, I loue your
525 Sonne:
527Be not offended, for it hurts not him
528That he is lou'd of me; I follow him not
530Nor would I haue him, till I doe deserue him,
533Yet in this captious, and intemible Siue.
534I still poure in the waters of my loue
536Religious in mine error, I adore
537The Sunne that lookes vpon his worshipper,
538But knowes of him no more. My deerest Madam,
539Let not your hate incounter with my loue,
540For louing where you doe; but if your selfe,
541Whose aged honor cites a vertuous youth,
544Was both her selfe and loue, O then giue pittie
550To goe to Paris
551Hell Madam I had.
552Cou Wherefore? tell true.
557For generall soueraigntie: and that he wil'd me
561There is a remedie, approu'd, set downe,
563The King is render'd lost.
566Else Paris and the medicine, and the King,
567Had from the conuersation of my thoughts,
568Happily beene absent then.
569Cou But thinke you Hellen
571He would receiue it? He and his Phisitions
572Are of a minde, he, that they cannot helpe him:
573They, that they cannot helpe, how shall they credit
574A poore vnlearned Virgin, when the Schooles
576The danger to it selfe.
579Of his profession, that his good rec eipt,
583The well lost life of mine, on his Graces cure,
584By such a day, an houre.
586Hell I Madam knowingly.
588Meanes and attendants, and my louing greetings
590And praie Gods blessing into thy attempt:
591Begon to morrow, and be sure of this,