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All's Well That Ends Well (Folio 1, 1623)
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593Actus Secundus
594Enter the King with diuers yong Lords, taking leaue for
595the Florentine warre: Count, Rosse, and
596Parrolles. Florish Cornets
598Doe not throw from you, and you my Lords farewell:
599Share the aduice betwixt you, if both gaine, all
601And is enough for both.
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603After well entred souldiers, to returne
604And finde your grace in health.
605King No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart
606Will not confesse he owes the mallady
607That doth my life besiege: farwell yong Lords,
608Whether I liue or die, be you the sonnes
609Of worthy French men: let higher Italy
610(Those bated that inherit but the fall
612Not to wooe honour, but to wed it, when
614That fame may cry you loud: I say farewell.
617They say our French, lacke language to deny
618If they demand: beware of being Captiues
619Before you serue.
620Bo Our hearts receiue your warnings.
621King Farewell, come hether to me.
6242. Lo. E Oh 'tis braue warres.
626Rossill I am commanded here, and kept a coyle with,
627Too young, and the next yeere, and 'tis too early.
629Steale away brauely.
632Till honour be bought vp, and no sword worne
633But one to dance with: by heauen, Ile steale away.
6341. Lo. G There's honour in the theft.
635Parr Commit it Count.
637Ros I grow to you, & our parting is a tortur'd body.
6381. Lo. G Farewell Captaine.
643Spuriohis sicatrice, with an Embleme of warre heere on
647Parr Marsdoate on you for his nouices, what will
648ye doe?
649Ross. Stay the King.
652too cold an adieu: be more expressiue to them; for they
657more dilated farewell.
661Enter Lafew
662L. Laf Pardon my Lord for mee and for my tidings.
665I would you had kneel'd my Lord to aske me mercy,
668And askt thee mercy for't.
670Will you be cur'd of your infirmitie?
671King No.
672Laf O will you eat no grapes my royall foxe?
673Yes but you will, my noble grapes, and if
674My royall foxe could reach them: I haue seen a medicine
675That's able to breath life into a stone,
676Quicken a rocke, and make you dance Canari
678Is powerfull to arayse King Pippen nay
679To giue great Charlemainea pen in's hand
680And write to her a loue-line.
681King What her is this?
683If you will see her: now by my faith and honour,
685In this my light deliuerance, I haue spoke
690That done, laugh well at me.
691King Now good Lafew
692Bring in the admiration, that we with thee
694By wondring how thou tookst it.
696And not be all day neither.
698Laf Nay, come your waies.
699Enter Hellen
701Laf Nay, come your waies,
703A Traitor you doe looke like, but such traitors
705That dare leaue two together, far you well. Exit
707Hel I my good Lord,
708Gerard de Narbonwas my father,
709In what he did professe, well found.
710King I knew him.
712Knowing him is enough: on's bed of death,
713Many receits he gaue me, chieflie one,
715And of his olde experience, th' onlie darling,
716He bad me store vp, as a triple eye,
717Safer then mine owne two: more deare I haue so,
718And hearing your high Maiestie is toucht
719With that malignant cause, wherein the honour
720Of my deare fathers gift, stands cheefe in power,
721I come to tender it, and my appliance,
722With all bound humblenesse.
723King We thanke you maiden,
724But may not be so credulous of cure,
726The congregated Colledge haue concluded,
727That labouring Art can neuer ransome nature
729So staine our iudgement, or corrupt our hope,
Hel My
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735I will no more enforce mine office on you,
736Humbly intreating from your royall thoughts,
737A modest one to beare me backe againe.
741But what at full I know, thou knowst no part,
742I knowing all my perill, thou no Art.
743Hell What I can doe, can doe no hurt to try,
747So holy Writ, in babes hath iudgement showne,
750When Miracles haue by the great'st beene denied.
756Proffers not tooke, reape thanks for their reward.
758It is not so with him that all things knowes
761The help of heauen we count the act of men.
763Of heauen, not me, make an experiment.
764I am not an Impostrue, that proclaime
769Hop'st thou my cure?
772Their fiery torcher his diurnall ring,
773Ere twice in murke and occidentall dampe
775Or foure and twenty times the Pylots glasse
780What dar'st thou venter?
781Hell Taxe of impudence,
783Traduc'd by odious ballads: my maidens name
785With vildest torture, let my life be ended.
787His powerfull sound, within an organ weake:
790Thy life is deere, for all that life can rate
791Worth name of life, in thee hath estimate:
792Youth, beauty, wisedome, courage, all
793That happines and prime, can happy call:
794Thou this to hazard, needs must intimate
797That ministers thine owne death if I die.
799Of what I spoke, vnpittied let me die,
800And well deseru'd: not helping, death's my fee,
801But if I helpe, what doe you promise me.
802Kin Make thy demand.
803Hel But will you make it euen?
804Kin I by my Scepter, and my hopes of helpe.
806What husband in thy power I will command:
807Exempted be from me the arrogance
808To choose from forth the royall bloud of France,
809My low and humble name to propagate
810With any branch or image of thy state:
815So make the choice of thy owne time, for I
818Though more to know, could not be more to trust:
821Giue me some helpe heere hoa, if thou proceed,
822As high as word, my deed shall match thy deed.
823Florish. Exit