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+William Shakespeare
+All's Well That Ends Well
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+ACT V
+SCENE I. Marseilles. A street.
+Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana, with two Attendants
+Helena
+But this exceeding posting day and night
+Must wear your spirits low; we cannot help it:
+But since you have made the days and nights as one,
+To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs,
+Be bold you do so grow in my requital
+As nothing can unroot you. In happy time;
+Enter a Gentleman
+This man may help me to his majesty's ear,
+If he would spend his power. God save you, sir.
+Gentleman
+And you.
+Helena
+Sir, I have seen you in the court of France.
+Gentleman
+I have been sometimes there.
+Helena
+I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen
+From the report that goes upon your goodness;
+An therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions,
+Which lay nice manners by, I put you to
+The use of your own virtues, for the which
+I shall continue thankful.
+Gentleman
+What's your will?
+Helena
+That it will please you
+To give this poor petition to the king,
+And aid me with that store of power you have
+To come into his presence.
+Gentleman
+The king's not here.
+Helena
+Not here, sir!
+Gentleman
+Not, indeed:
+He hence removed last night and with more haste
+Than is his use.
+Widow
+Lord, how we lose our pains!
+Helena
+All's well that ends well yet,
+Though time seem so adverse and means unfit.
+I do beseech you, whither is he gone?
+Gentleman
+Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon;
+Whither I am going.
+Helena
+I do beseech you, sir,
+Since 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 thank your pains for it.
+I will come after you with what good speed
+Our means will make us means.
+Gentleman
+This I'll do for you.
+Helena
+And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd,
+Whate'er falls more. We must to horse again.
+Go, go, provide.
+Exeunt
+SCENE II. Rousillon. Before the Count's palace.
+Enter Clown, and Parolles, following
+Parolles
+Good Monsieur Lavache, give my Lord Lafeu this letter: I have ere now,
+sir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with
+fresher clothes; but I am now, sir, muddied in fortune's mood, and
+smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure.
+Clown
+Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it smell so strongly
+as thou speakest of: I will henceforth eat no fish of fortune's
+buttering. Prithee, allow the wind.
+Parolles
+Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir; I spake but by a metaphor.
+Clown
+Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose; or against
+any man's metaphor. Prithee, get thee further.
+Parolles
+Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper.
+Clown
+Foh! prithee, stand away: a paper from fortune's close-stool to give to
+a nobleman! Look, here he comes himself.
+Enter Lafeu
+Here is a purr of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's cat,--but not a
+musk-cat,--that has fallen into the unclean fishpond of her
+displeasure, and, as he says, is muddied withal: pray you, sir, use the
+carp as you may; for he looks like a poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish,
+rascally knave. I do pity his distress in my similes of comfort and
+leave him to your lordship.
+Exit
+Parolles
+My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly scratched.
+Lafeu
+And what would you have me to do? 'Tis too late to pare her nails now.
+Wherein have you played the knave with fortune, that she should scratch
+you, who of herself is a good lady and would not have knaves thrive
+long under her? There's a quart d'ecu for you: let the justices make
+you and fortune friends: I am for other business.
+Parolles
+I beseech your honour to hear me one single word.
+Lafeu
+You beg a single penny more: come, you shall ha't; save your word.
+Parolles
+My name, my good lord, is Parolles.
+Lafeu
+You beg more than `word,' then. Cox my passion! give me your hand. How
+does your drum?
+Parolles
+O my good lord, you were the first that found me!
+Lafeu
+Was I, in sooth? and I was the first that lost thee.
+Parolles
+It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some grace, for you did bring
+me out.
+Lafeu
+Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me at once both the office of
+God and the devil? One brings thee in grace and the other brings thee
+out.
+Trumpets sound
+The king's coming; I know by his trumpets. Sirrah, inquire further
+after me; I had talk of you last night: though you are a fool and a
+knave, you shall eat; go to, follow.
+Parolles
+I praise God for you.
+Exeunt
+SCENE III. Rousillon. The Count's palace.
+Flourish. Enter King, Countess, Lafeu, the two French Lords, with
+Attendants
+King
+We lost a jewel of her; and our esteem
+Was made much poorer by it: but your son,
+As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know
+Her estimation home.
+Countess
+'Tis past, my liege;
+And I beseech your majesty to make it
+Natural rebellion, done i' the blaze of youth;
+When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force,
+O'erbears it and burns on.
+King
+My honour'd lady,
+I have forgiven and forgotten all;
+Though my revenges were high bent upon him,
+And watch'd the time to shoot.
+Lafeu
+This I must say,
+But first I beg my pardon, the young lord
+Did to his majesty, his mother and his lady
+Offence of mighty note; but to himself
+The greatest wrong of all. He lost a wife
+Whose beauty did astonish the survey
+Of richest eyes, whose words all ears took captive,
+Whose dear perfection hearts that scorn'd to serve
+Humbly call'd mistress.
+King
+Praising what is lost
+Makes the remembrance dear. Well, call him hither;
+We are reconciled, and the first view shall kill
+All repetition: let him not ask our pardon;
+The nature of his great offence is dead,
+And deeper than oblivion we do bury
+The incensing relics of it: let him approach,
+A stranger, no offender; and inform him
+So 'tis our will he should.
+Gentleman
+I shall, my liege.
+Exit
+King
+What says he to your daughter? have you spoke?
+Lafeu
+All that he is hath reference to your highness.
+King
+Then shall we have a match. I have letters sent me
+That set him high in fame.
+Enter Bertram
+Lafeu
+He looks well on't.
+King
+I am not a day of season,
+For thou mayst see a sunshine and a hail
+In me at once: but to the brightest beams
+Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth;
+The time is fair again.
+Bertram
+My high-repented blames,
+Dear sovereign, pardon to me.
+King
+All is whole;
+Not one word more of the consumed time.
+Let's take the instant by the forward top;
+For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
+The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time
+Steals ere we can effect them. You remember
+The daughter of this lord?
+Bertram
+Admiringly, my liege, at first
+I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
+Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue
+Where the impression of mine eye infixing,
+Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me,
+Which warp'd the line of every other favour;
+Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it stolen;
+Extended or contracted all proportions
+To a most hideous object: thence it came
+That she whom all men praised and whom myself,
+Since I have lost, have loved, was in mine eye
+The dust that did offend it.
+King
+Well excused:
+That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away
+From the great compt: but love that comes too late,
+Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried,
+To the great sender turns a sour offence,
+Crying, `That's good that's gone.' Our rash faults
+Make trivial price of serious things we have,
+Not knowing them until we know their grave:
+Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust,
+Destroy our friends and after weep their dust
+Our own love waking cries to see what's done,
+While shame full late sleeps out the afternoon.
+Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her.
+Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin:
+The main consents are had; and here we'll stay
+To see our widower's second marriage-day.
+Countess
+Which better than the first, O dear heaven, bless!
+Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cesse!
+Lafeu
+Come on, my son, in whom my house's name
+Must be digested, give a favour from you
+To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter,
+That she may quickly come.
+Bertram gives a ring
+By my old beard,
+And every hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead,
+Was a sweet creature: such a ring as this,
+The last that e'er I took her at court,
+I saw upon her finger.
+Bertram
+Hers it was not.
+King
+Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine eye,
+While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd to't.
+This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen,
+I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood
+Necessitied to help, that by this token
+I would relieve her. Had you that craft, to reave
+her
+Of what should stead her most?
+Bertram
+My gracious sovereign,
+Howe'er it pleases you to take it so,
+The ring was never hers.
+Countess
+Son, on my life,
+I have seen her wear it; and she reckon'd it
+At her life's rate.
+Lafeu
+I am sure I saw her wear it.
+Bertram
+You are deceived, my lord; she never saw it:
+In Florence was it from a casement thrown me,
+Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name
+Of her that threw it: noble she was, and thought
+I stood engaged: but when I had subscribed
+To mine own fortune and inform'd her fully
+I could not answer in that course of honour
+As she had made the overture, she ceased
+In heavy satisfaction and would never
+Receive the ring again.
+King
+Plutus himself,
+That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine,
+Hath not in nature's mystery more science
+Than I have in this ring: 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's,
+Whoever gave it you. Then, if you know
+That you are well acquainted with yourself,
+Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement
+You got it from her: she call'd the saints to surety
+That she would never put it from her finger,
+Unless she gave it to yourself in bed,
+Where you have never come, or sent it us
+Upon her great disaster.
+Bertram
+She never saw it.
+King
+Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine honour;
+And makest conjectural fears to come into me
+Which I would fain shut out. If it should prove
+That thou art so inhuman,--'twill not prove so;--
+And yet I know not: thou didst hate her deadly,
+And she is dead; which nothing, but to close
+Her eyes myself, could win me to believe,
+More than to see this ring. Take him away.
+Guards seize Bertram
+My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall,
+Shall tax my fears of little vanity,
+Having vainly fear'd too little. Away with him!
+We'll sift this matter further.
+Bertram
+If you shall prove
+This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy
+Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence,
+Where yet she never was.
+Exit, guarded
+King
+I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.
+Enter a Gentleman
+Gentleman
+Gracious sovereign,
+Whether I have been to blame or no, I know not:
+Here's a petition from a Florentine,
+Who hath for four or five removes come short
+To tender it herself. I undertook it,
+Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech
+Of the poor suppliant, who by this I know
+Is here attending: her business looks in her
+With an importing visage; and she told me,
+In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern
+Your highness with herself.
+King
+[Reads] Upon his many protestations to marry me when his wife was dead,
+I blush to say it, he won me. Now is the Count Rousillon a widower: his
+vows are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid to him. He stole from
+Florence, taking no leave, and I follow him to his country for justice:
+grant it me, O king! in you it best lies; otherwise a seducer
+flourishes, and a poor maid is undone.
+Diana CAPILET.
+Lafeu
+I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll for this: I'll none of
+him.
+King
+The heavens have thought well on thee Lafeu,
+To bring forth this discovery. Seek these suitors:
+Go speedily and bring again the count.
+I am afeard the life of Helen, lady,
+Was foully snatch'd.
+Countess
+Now, justice on the doers!
+Re-enter Bertram, guarded
+King
+I wonder, sir, sith wives are monsters to you,
+And that you fly them as you swear them lordship,
+Yet you desire to marry.
+Enter Widow and Diana
+What woman's that?
+Diana
+I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine,
+Derived from the ancient Capilet:
+My suit, as I do understand, you know,
+And therefore know how far I may be pitied.
+Widow
+I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour
+Both suffer under this complaint we bring,
+And both shall cease, without your remedy.
+King
+Come hither, count; do you know these women?
+Bertram
+My lord, I neither can nor will deny
+But that I know them: do they charge me further?
+Diana
+Why do you look so strange upon your wife?
+Bertram
+She's none of mine, my lord.
+Diana
+If you shall marry,
+You give away this hand, and that is mine;
+You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine;
+You give away myself, which is known mine;
+For I by vow am so embodied yours,
+That she which marries you must marry me,
+Either both or none.
+Lafeu
+Your reputation comes too short for my daughter; you are no husband for
+her.
+Bertram
+My lord, this is a fond and desperate creature,
+Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let your highness
+Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour
+Than for to think that I would sink it here.
+King
+Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to friend
+Till your deeds gain them: fairer prove your honour
+Than in my thought it lies.
+Diana
+Good my lord,
+Ask him upon his oath, if he does think
+He had not my virginity.
+King
+What say'st thou to her?
+Bertram
+She's impudent, my lord,
+And was a common gamester to the camp.
+Diana
+He does me wrong, my lord; if I were so,
+He might have bought me at a common price:
+Do not believe him. O, behold this ring,
+Whose high respect and rich validity
+Did lack a parallel; yet for all that
+He gave it to a commoner o' the camp,
+If I be one.
+Countess
+He blushes, and 'tis it:
+Of six preceding ancestors, that gem,
+Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue,
+Hath it been owed and worn. This is his wife;
+That ring's a thousand proofs.
+King
+Methought you said
+You saw one here in court could witness it.
+Diana
+I did, my lord, but loath am to produce
+So bad an instrument: his name's Parolles.
+Lafeu
+I saw the man to-day, if man he be.
+King
+Find him, and bring him hither.
+Exit an Attendant
+Bertram
+What of him?
+He's quoted for a most perfidious slave,
+With all the spots o' the world tax'd and debosh'd;
+Whose nature sickens but to speak a truth.
+Am I or that or this for what he'll utter,
+That will speak any thing?
+King
+She hath that ring of yours.
+Bertram
+I think she has: certain it is I liked her,
+And boarded her i' the wanton way of youth:
+She knew her distance and did angle for me,
+Madding my eagerness with her restraint,
+As all impediments in fancy's course
+Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine,
+Her infinite cunning, with her modern grace,
+Subdued me to her rate: she got the ring;
+And I had that which any inferior might
+At market-price have bought.
+Diana
+I must be patient:
+You, that have turn'd off a first so noble wife,
+May justly diet me. I pray you yet;
+Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband;
+Send for your ring, I will return it home,
+And give me mine again.
+Bertram
+I have it not.
+King
+What ring was yours, I pray you?
+Diana
+Sir, much like
+The same upon your finger.
+King
+Know you this ring? this ring was his of late.
+Diana
+And this was it I gave him, being abed.
+King
+The story then goes false, you threw it him
+Out of a casement.
+Diana
+I have spoke the truth.
+Enter Parolles
+Bertram
+My lord, I do confess the ring was hers.
+King
+You boggle shrewdly, every feather stars you.
+Is this the man you speak of?
+Diana
+Ay, my lord.
+King
+Tell me, sirrah, but tell me true, I charge you,
+Not fearing the displeasure of your master,
+Which on your just proceeding I'll keep off,
+By him and by this woman here what know you?
+Parolles
+So please your majesty, my master hath been an honourable gentleman:
+tricks he hath had in him, which gentlemen have.
+King
+Come, come, to the purpose: did he love this woman?
+Parolles
+Faith, sir, he did love her; but how?
+King
+How, I pray you?
+Parolles
+He did love her, sir, as a gentleman loves a woman.
+King
+How is that?
+Parolles
+He loved her, sir, and loved her not.
+King
+As thou art a knave, and no knave. What an equivocal companion is this!
+Parolles
+I am a poor man, and at your majesty's command.
+Lafeu
+He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty orator.
+Diana
+Do you know he promised me marriage?
+Parolles
+Faith, I know more than I'll speak.
+King
+But wilt thou not speak all thou knowest?
+Parolles
+Yes, so please your majesty. I did go between them, as I said; but more
+than that, he loved her: for indeed he was mad for her, and talked of
+Satan and of Limbo and of Furies and I know not what: yet I was in that
+credit with them at that time that I knew of their going to bed, and of
+other motions, as promising her marriage, and things which would derive
+me ill will to speak of; therefore I will not speak what I know.
+King
+Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou canst say they are married:
+but thou art too fine in thy evidence; therefore stand aside.
+This ring, you say, was yours?
+Diana
+Ay, my good lord.
+King
+Where did you buy it? or who gave it you?
+Diana
+It was not given me, nor I did not buy it.
+King
+Who lent it you?
+Diana
+It was not lent me neither.
+King
+Where did you find it, then?
+Diana
+I found it not.
+King
+If it were yours by none of all these ways,
+How could you give it him?
+Diana
+I never gave it him.
+Lafeu
+This woman's an easy glove, my lord; she goes off and on at pleasure.
+King
+This ring was mine; I gave it his first wife.
+Diana
+It might be yours or hers, for aught I know.
+King
+Take her away; I do not like her now;
+To prison with her: and away with him.
+Unless thou tell'st me where thou hadst this ring,
+Thou diest within this hour.
+Diana
+I'll never tell you.
+King
+Take her away.
+Diana
+I'll put in bail, my liege.
+King
+I think thee now some common customer.
+Diana
+By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you.
+King
+Wherefore hast thou accused him all this while?
+Diana
+Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty:
+He knows I am no maid, and he'll swear to't;
+I'll swear I am a maid, and he knows not.
+Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life;
+I am either maid, or else this old man's wife.
+King
+She does abuse our ears: to prison with her.
+Diana
+Good mother, fetch my bail. Stay, royal sir:
+Exit Widow
+The jeweller that owes the ring is sent for,
+And he shall surety me. But for this lord,
+Who hath abused me, as he knows himself,
+Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him:
+He knows himself my bed he hath defiled;
+And at that time he got his wife with child:
+Dead though she be, she feels her young one kick:
+So there's my riddle: one that's dead is quick:
+And now behold the meaning.
+Re-enter Widow, with Helena
+King
+Is there no exorcist
+Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes?
+Is't real that I see?
+Helena
+No, my good lord;
+'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see,
+The name and not the thing.
+Bertram
+Both, both. O, pardon!
+Helena
+O my good lord, when I was like this maid,
+I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring;
+And, look you, here's your letter; this it says:
+`When from my finger you can get this ring
+And are by me with child,' & c. This is done:
+Will you be mine, now you are doubly won?
+Bertram
+If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly,
+I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.
+Helena
+If it appear not plain and prove untrue,
+Deadly divorce step between me and you!
+O my dear mother, do I see you living?
+Lafeu
+Mine eyes smell onions; I shall weep anon:
+To Parolles
+Good Tom Drum, lend me a handkercher: so,
+I thank thee: wait on me home, I'll make sport with thee:
+Let thy courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones.
+King
+Let us from point to point this story know,
+To make the even truth in pleasure flow.
+To Diana
+If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower,
+Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower;
+For I can guess that by thy honest aid
+Thou keep'st a wife herself, thyself a maid.
+Of that and all the progress, more or less,
+Resolvedly more leisure shall express:
+All yet seems well; and if it end so meet,
+The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
+Flourish
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+3. http://etext.library.adelaide.edu.au/