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+William Shakespeare
+
+All's Well That Ends Well
+ __________________________________________________________________
+
+ACT II
+
+SCENE I. Paris. The King's palace.
+
+ Flourish of cornets. Enter the King, attended with divers young Lords
+ taking leave for the Florentine war; Bertram, and Parolles
+
+ King
+
+ Farewell, young lords; these warlike principles
+ Do not throw from you: and you, my lords, farewell:
+ Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain, all
+ The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis received,
+ And is enough for both.
+
+ First Lord
+
+ 'Tis our hope, sir,
+ After well enter'd soldiers, to return
+ And find your grace in health.
+
+ King
+
+ No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart
+ Will not confess he owes the malady
+ That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords;
+ Whether I live or die, be you the sons
+ Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy,--
+ Those bated that inherit but the fall
+ Of the last monarchy,--see that you come
+ Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when
+ The bravest questant shrinks, find what you seek,
+ That fame may cry you loud: I say, farewell.
+
+ Second Lord
+
+ Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty!
+
+ King
+
+ Those girls of Italy, take heed of them:
+ They say, our French lack language to deny,
+ If they demand: beware of being captives,
+ Before you serve.
+
+ Both
+
+ Our hearts receive your warnings.
+
+ King
+
+ Farewell. Come hither to me.
+
+ Exit, attended
+
+ First Lord
+
+ O, my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us!
+
+ Parolles
+
+ 'Tis not his fault, the spark.
+
+ Second Lord
+
+ O, 'tis brave wars!
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Most admirable: I have seen those wars.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ I am commanded here, and kept a coil with
+ `Too young' and 'the next year' and ''tis too early.'
+
+ Parolles
+
+ An thy mind stand to't, boy, steal away bravely.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock,
+ Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry,
+ Till honour be bought up and no sword worn
+ But one to dance with! By heaven, I'll steal away.
+
+ First Lord
+
+ There's honour in the theft.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Commit it, count.
+
+ Second Lord
+
+ I am your accessary; and so, farewell.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body.
+
+ First Lord
+
+ Farewell, captain.
+
+ Second Lord
+
+ Sweet Monsieur Parolles!
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin. Good sparks and lustrous, a
+ word, good metals: you shall find in the regiment of the Spinii one
+ Captain Spurio, with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, here on his
+ sinister cheek; it was this very sword entrenched it: say to him, I
+ live; and observe his reports for me.
+
+ First Lord
+
+ We shall, noble captain.
+
+ Exeunt Lords
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Mars dote on you for his novices! what will ye do?
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Stay: the king.
+
+ Re-enter King. Bertram and Parolles retire
+
+ Parolles
+
+ [To Bertram] Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble lords; you have
+ restrained yourself within the list of too cold an adieu: be more
+ expressive to them: for they wear themselves in the cap of the time,
+ there do muster true gait, eat, speak, and move under the influence of
+ the most received star; and though the devil lead the measure, such are
+ to be followed: after them, and take a more dilated farewell.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ And I will do so.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Worthy fellows; and like to prove most sinewy sword-men.
+
+ Exeunt Bertram and Parolles
+
+ Enter Lafeu
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ [Kneeling] Pardon, my lord, for me and for my tidings.
+
+ King
+
+ I'll fee thee to stand up.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Then here's a man stands, that has brought his pardon.
+ I would you had kneel'd, my lord, to ask me mercy,
+ And that at my bidding you could so stand up.
+
+ King
+
+ I would I had; so I had broke thy pate,
+ And ask'd thee mercy for't.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Good faith, across: but, my good lord 'tis thus;
+ Will you be cured of your infirmity?
+
+ King
+
+ No.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ O, will you eat no grapes, my royal fox?
+ Yes, but you will my noble grapes, an if
+ My royal fox could reach them: I have seen a medicine
+ That's able to breathe life into a stone,
+ Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary
+ With spritely fire and motion; whose simple touch,
+ Is powerful to araise King Pepin, nay,
+ To give great Charlemain a pen in's hand,
+ And write to her a love-line.
+
+ King
+
+ What `her' is this?
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Why, Doctor She: my lord, there's one arrived,
+ If you will see her: now, by my faith and honour,
+ If seriously I may convey my thoughts
+ In this my light deliverance, I have spoke
+ With one that, in her sex, her years, profession,
+ Wisdom and constancy, hath amazed me more
+ Than I dare blame my weakness: will you see her
+ For that is her demand, and know her business?
+ That done, laugh well at me.
+
+ King
+
+ Now, good Lafeu,
+ Bring in the admiration; that we with thee
+ May spend our wonder too, or take off thine
+ By wondering how thou took'st it.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Nay, I'll fit you,
+ And not be all day neither.
+
+ Exit
+
+ King
+
+ Thus he his special nothing ever prologues.
+
+ Re-enter Lafeu, with Helena
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Nay, come your ways.
+
+ King
+
+ This haste hath wings indeed.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Nay, come your ways:
+ This is his majesty; say your mind to him:
+ A traitor you do look like; but such traitors
+ His majesty seldom fears: I am Cressid's uncle,
+ That dare leave two together; fare you well.
+
+ Exit
+
+ King
+
+ Now, fair one, does your business follow us?
+
+ Helena
+
+ Ay, my good lord.
+ Gerard de Narbon was my father;
+ In what he did profess, well found.
+
+ King
+
+ I knew him.
+
+ Helena
+
+ The rather will I spare my praises towards him:
+ Knowing him is enough. On's bed of death
+ Many receipts he gave me: chiefly one.
+ Which, as the dearest issue of his practise,
+ And of his old experience the oily darling,
+ He bade me store up, as a triple eye,
+ Safer than mine own two, more dear; I have so;
+ And hearing your high majesty is touch'd
+ With that malignant cause wherein the honour
+ Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power,
+ I come to tender it and my appliance
+ With all bound humbleness.
+
+ King
+
+ We thank you, maiden;
+ But may not be so credulous of cure,
+ When our most learned doctors leave us and
+ The congregated college have concluded
+ That labouring art can never ransom nature
+ From her inaidible estate; I say we must not
+ So stain our judgment, or corrupt our hope,
+ To prostitute our past-cure malady
+ To empirics, or to dissever so
+ Our great self and our credit, to esteem
+ A senseless help when help past sense we deem.
+
+ Helena
+
+ My duty then shall pay me for my pains:
+ I will no more enforce mine office on you.
+ Humbly entreating from your royal thoughts
+ A modest one, to bear me back a again.
+
+ King
+
+ I cannot give thee less, to be call'd grateful:
+ Thou thought'st to help me; and such thanks I give
+ As one near death to those that wish him live:
+ But what at full I know, thou know'st no part,
+ I knowing all my peril, thou no art.
+
+ Helena
+
+ What I can do can do no hurt to try,
+ Since you set up your rest 'gainst remedy.
+ He that of greatest works is finisher
+ Oft does them by the weakest minister:
+ So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown,
+ When judges have been babes; great floods have flown
+ From simple sources, and great seas have dried
+ When miracles have by the greatest been denied.
+ Oft expectation fails and most oft there
+ Where most it promises, and oft it hits
+ Where hope is coldest and despair most fits.
+
+ King
+
+ I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind maid;
+ Thy pains not used must by thyself be paid:
+ Proffers not took reap thanks for their reward.
+
+ Helena
+
+ Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd:
+ It is not so with Him that all things knows
+ As 'tis with us that square our guess by shows;
+ But most it is presumption in us when
+ The help of heaven we count the act of men.
+ Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent;
+ Of heaven, not me, make an experiment.
+ I am not an impostor that proclaim
+ Myself against the level of mine aim;
+ But know I think and think I know most sure
+ My art is not past power nor you past cure.
+
+ King
+
+ Are thou so confident? within what space
+ Hopest thou my cure?
+
+ Helena
+
+ The great'st grace lending grace
+ Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring
+ Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring,
+ Ere twice in murk and occidental damp
+ Moist Hesperus hath quench'd his sleepy lamp,
+ Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass
+ Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass,
+ What is infirm from your sound parts shall fly,
+ Health shall live free and sickness freely die.
+
+ King
+
+ Upon thy certainty and confidence
+ What darest thou venture?
+
+ Helena
+
+ Tax of impudence,
+ A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame
+ Traduced by odious ballads: my maiden's name
+ Sear'd otherwise; nay, worse--if worse--extended
+ With vilest torture let my life be ended.
+
+ King
+
+ Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak
+ His powerful sound within an organ weak:
+ And what impossibility would slay
+ In common sense, sense saves another way.
+ Thy life is dear; for all that life can rate
+ Worth name of life in thee hath estimate,
+ Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, all
+ That happiness and prime can happy call:
+ Thou this to hazard needs must intimate
+ Skill infinite or monstrous desperate.
+ Sweet practiser, thy physic I will try,
+ That ministers thine own death if I die.
+
+ Helena
+
+ If I break time, or flinch in property
+ Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die,
+ And well deserved: not helping, death's my fee;
+ But, if I help, what do you promise me?
+
+ King
+
+ Make thy demand.
+
+ Helena
+
+ But will you make it even?
+
+ King
+
+ Ay, by my sceptre and my hopes of heaven.
+
+ Helena
+
+ Then shalt thou give me with thy kingly hand
+ What husband in thy power I will command:
+ Exempted be from me the arrogance
+ To choose from forth the royal blood of France,
+ My low and humble name to propagate
+ With any branch or image of thy state;
+ But such a one, thy vassal, whom I know
+ Is free for me to ask, thee to bestow.
+
+ King
+
+ Here is my hand; the premises observed,
+ Thy will by my performance shall be served:
+ So make the choice of thy own time, for I,
+ Thy resolved patient, on thee still rely.
+ More should I question thee, and more I must,
+ Though more to know could not be more to trust,
+ From whence thou camest, how tended on: but rest
+ Unquestion'd welcome and undoubted blest.
+ Give me some help here, ho! If thou proceed
+ As high as word, my deed shall match thy meed.
+
+ Flourish. Exeunt
+
+SCENE II. Rousillon. The Count's palace.
+
+ Enter Countess and Clown
+
+ Countess
+
+ Come on, sir; I shall now put you to the height of your breeding.
+
+ Clown
+
+ I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught: I know my business is
+ but to the court.
+
+ Countess
+
+ To the court! why, what place make you special, when you put off that
+ with such contempt? But to the court!
+
+ Clown
+
+ Truly, madam, if God have lent a man any manners, he may easily put it
+ off at court: he that cannot make a leg, put off's cap, kiss his hand
+ and say nothing, has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and indeed such
+ a fellow, to say precisely, were not for the court; but for me, I have
+ an answer will serve all men.
+
+ Countess
+
+ Marry, that's a bountiful answer that fits all questions.
+
+ Clown
+
+ It is like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks, the pin-buttock,
+ the quatch-buttock, the brawn buttock, or any buttock.
+
+ Countess
+
+ Will your answer serve fit to all questions?
+
+ Clown
+
+ As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney, as your French
+ crown for your taffeta punk, as Tib's rush for Tom's forefinger, as a
+ pancake for Shrove Tuesday, a morris for May-day, as the nail to his
+ hole, the cuckold to his horn, as a scolding queen to a wrangling
+ knave, as the nun's lip to the friar's mouth, nay, as the pudding to
+ his skin.
+
+ Countess
+
+ Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for all questions?
+
+ Clown
+
+ From below your duke to beneath your constable, it will fit any
+ question.
+
+ Countess
+
+ It must be an answer of most monstrous size that must fit all demands.
+
+ Clown
+
+ But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned should speak truth
+ of it: here it is, and all that belongs to't. Ask me if I am a
+ courtier: it shall do you no harm to learn.
+
+ Countess
+
+ To be young again, if we could: I will be a fool in question, hoping to
+ be the wiser by your answer. I pray you, sir, are you a courtier?
+
+ Clown
+
+ O Lord, sir! There's a simple putting off. More, more, a hundred of
+ them.
+
+ Countess
+
+ Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you.
+
+ Clown
+
+ O Lord, sir! Thick, thick, spare not me.
+
+ Countess
+
+ I think, sir, you can eat none of this homely meat.
+
+ Clown
+
+ O Lord, sir! Nay, put me to't, I warrant you.
+
+ Countess
+
+ You were lately whipped, sir, as I think.
+
+ Clown
+
+ O Lord, sir! spare not me.
+
+ Countess
+
+ Do you cry, `O Lord, sir!' at your whipping, and `spare not me?' Indeed
+ your `O Lord, sir!' is very sequent to your whipping: you would answer
+ very well to a whipping, if you were but bound to't.
+
+ Clown
+
+ I ne'er had worse luck in my life in my `O Lord, sir!' I see things may
+ serve long, but not serve ever.
+
+ Countess
+
+ I play the noble housewife with the time
+ To entertain't so merrily with a fool.
+
+ Clown
+
+ O Lord, sir! why, there't serves well again.
+
+ Countess
+
+ An end, sir; to your business. Give Helen this,
+ And urge her to a present answer back:
+ Commend me to my kinsmen and my son:
+ This is not much.
+
+ Clown
+
+ Not much commendation to them.
+
+ Countess
+
+ Not much employment for you: you understand me?
+
+ Clown
+
+ Most fruitfully: I am there before my legs.
+
+ Countess
+
+ Haste you again.
+
+ Exeunt severally
+
+SCENE III. Paris. The King's palace.
+
+ Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ They say miracles are past; and we have our philosophical persons, to
+ make modern and familiar, things supernatural and causeless. Hence is
+ it that we make trifles of terrors, ensconcing ourselves into seeming
+ knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder that hath shot out in our
+ latter times.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ And so 'tis.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ To be relinquish'd of the artists,--
+
+ Parolles
+
+ So I say.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Both of Galen and Paracelsus.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ So I say.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Of all the learned and authentic fellows,--
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Right; so I say.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ That gave him out incurable,--
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Why, there 'tis; so say I too.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Not to be helped,--
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Right; as 'twere, a man assured of a--
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Uncertain life, and sure death.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Just, you say well; so would I have said.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ I may truly say, it is a novelty to the world.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ It is, indeed: if you will have it in showing, you shall read it
+ in--what do you call there?
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ A showing of a heavenly effect in an earthly actor.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ That's it; I would have said the very same.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Why, your dolphin is not lustier: 'fore me, I speak in respect--
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Nay, 'tis strange, 'tis very strange, that is the brief and the tedious
+ of it; and he's of a most facinerious spirit that will not acknowledge
+ it to be the--
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Very hand of heaven.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Ay, so I say.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ In a most weak--
+
+ pausing
+
+ and debile minister, great power, great transcendence: which should,
+ indeed, give us a further use to be made than alone the recovery of the
+ king, as to be--
+
+ pausing
+
+ generally thankful.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ I would have said it; you say well. Here comes the king.
+
+ Enter King, Helena, and Attendants. Lafeu and Parolles retire
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Lustig, as the Dutchman says: I'll like a maid the better, whilst I
+ have a tooth in my head: why, he's able to lead her a coranto.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Mort du vinaigre! is not this Helen?
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ 'Fore God, I think so.
+
+ King
+
+ Go, call before me all the lords in court.
+ Sit, my preserver, by thy patient's side;
+ And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd sense
+ Thou hast repeal'd, a second time receive
+ The confirmation of my promised gift,
+ Which but attends thy naming.
+
+ Enter three or four Lords
+
+ Fair maid, send forth thine eye: this youthful parcel
+ Of noble bachelors stand at my bestowing,
+ O'er whom both sovereign power and father's voice
+ I have to use: thy frank election make;
+ Thou hast power to choose, and they none to forsake.
+
+ Helena
+
+ To each of you one fair and virtuous mistress
+ Fall, when Love please! marry, to each, but one!
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ I'ld give bay Curtal and his furniture,
+ My mouth no more were broken than these boys',
+ And writ as little beard.
+
+ King
+
+ Peruse them well:
+ Not one of those but had a noble father.
+
+ Helena
+
+ Gentlemen,
+ Heaven hath through me restored the king to health.
+
+ All
+
+ We understand it, and thank heaven for you.
+
+ Helena
+
+ I am a simple maid, and therein wealthiest,
+ That I protest I simply am a maid.
+ Please it your majesty, I have done already:
+ The blushes in my cheeks thus whisper me,
+ `We blush that thou shouldst choose; but, be refused,
+ Let the white death sit on thy cheek for ever;
+ We'll ne'er come there again.'
+
+ King
+
+ Make choice; and, see,
+ Who shuns thy love shuns all his love in me.
+
+ Helena
+
+ Now, Dian, from thy altar do I fly,
+ And to imperial Love, that god most high,
+ Do my sighs stream. Sir, will you hear my suit?
+
+ First Lord
+
+ And grant it.
+
+ Helena
+
+ Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ I had rather be in this choice than throw ames-ace for my life.
+
+ Helena
+
+ The honour, sir, that flames in your fair eyes,
+ Before I speak, too threateningly replies:
+ Love make your fortunes twenty times above
+ Her that so wishes and her humble love!
+
+ Second Lord
+
+ No better, if you please.
+
+ Helena
+
+ My wish receive,
+ Which great Love grant! and so, I take my leave.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Do all they deny her? An they were sons of mine,
+ I'd have them whipped; or I would send them to the
+ Turk, to make eunuchs of.
+
+ Helena
+
+ Be not afraid that I your hand should take;
+ I'll never do you wrong for your own sake:
+ Blessing upon your vows! and in your bed
+ Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed!
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ These boys are boys of ice, they'll none have her: sure, they are
+ bastards to the English; the French ne'er got 'em.
+
+ Helena
+
+ You are too young, too happy, and too good,
+ To make yourself a son out of my blood.
+
+ Fourth Lord
+
+ Fair one, I think not so.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ There's one grape yet; I am sure thy father drunk wine: but if thou
+ be'st not an ass, I am a youth of fourteen; I have known thee already.
+
+ Helena
+
+ [To Bertram] I dare not say I take you; but I give
+ Me and my service, ever whilst I live,
+ Into your guiding power. This is the man.
+
+ King
+
+ Why, then, young Bertram, take her; she's thy wife.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ My wife, my liege! I shall beseech your highness,
+ In such a business give me leave to use
+ The help of mine own eyes.
+
+ King
+
+ Know'st thou not, Bertram,
+ What she has done for me?
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Yes, my good lord;
+ But never hope to know why I should marry her.
+
+ King
+
+ Thou know'st she has raised me from my sickly bed.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ But follows it, my lord, to bring me down
+ Must answer for your raising? I know her well:
+ She had her breeding at my father's charge.
+ A poor physician's daughter my wife! Disdain
+ Rather corrupt me ever!
+
+ King
+
+ 'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the which
+ I can build up. Strange is it that our bloods,
+ Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together,
+ Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off
+ In differences so mighty. If she be
+ All that is virtuous, save what thou dislikest,
+ A poor physician's daughter, thou dislikest
+ Of virtue for the name: but do not so:
+ From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,
+ The place is dignified by the doer's deed:
+ Where great additions swell's, and virtue none,
+ It is a dropsied honour. Good alone
+ Is good without a name. Vileness is so:
+ The property by what it is should go,
+ Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair;
+ In these to nature she's immediate heir,
+ And these breed honour: that is honour's scorn,
+ Which challenges itself as honour's born
+ And is not like the sire: honours thrive,
+ When rather from our acts we them derive
+ Than our foregoers: the mere word's a slave
+ Debosh'd on every tomb, on every grave
+ A lying trophy, and as oft is dumb
+ Where dust and damn'd oblivion is the tomb
+ Of honour'd bones indeed. What should be said?
+ If thou canst like this creature as a maid,
+ I can create the rest: virtue and she
+ Is her own dower; honour and wealth from me.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ I cannot love her, nor will strive to do't.
+
+ King
+
+ Thou wrong'st thyself, if thou shouldst strive to choose.
+
+ Helena
+
+ That you are well restored, my lord, I'm glad:
+ Let the rest go.
+
+ King
+
+ My honour's at the stake; which to defeat,
+ I must produce my power. Here, take her hand,
+ Proud scornful boy, unworthy this good gift;
+ That dost in vile misprision shackle up
+ My love and her desert; that canst not dream,
+ We, poising us in her defective scale,
+ Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not know,
+ It is in us to plant thine honour where
+ We please to have it grow. Cheque thy contempt:
+ Obey our will, which travails in thy good:
+ Believe not thy disdain, but presently
+ Do thine own fortunes that obedient right
+ Which both thy duty owes and our power claims;
+ Or I will throw thee from my care for ever
+ Into the staggers and the careless lapse
+ Of youth and ignorance; both my revenge and hate
+ Loosing upon thee, in the name of justice,
+ Without all terms of pity. Speak; thine answer.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Pardon, my gracious lord; for I submit
+ My fancy to your eyes: when I consider
+ What great creation and what dole of honour
+ Flies where you bid it, I find that she, which late
+ Was in my nobler thoughts most base, is now
+ The praised of the king; who, so ennobled,
+ Is as 'twere born so.
+
+ King
+
+ Take her by the hand,
+ And tell her she is thine: to whom I promise
+ A counterpoise, if not to thy estate
+ A balance more replete.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ I take her hand.
+
+ King
+
+ Good fortune and the favour of the king
+ Smile upon this contract; whose ceremony
+ Shall seem expedient on the now-born brief,
+ And be perform'd to-night: the solemn feast
+ Shall more attend upon the coming space,
+ Expecting absent friends. As thou lovest her,
+ Thy love's to me religious; else, does err.
+
+ Exeunt all but Lafeu and Parolles
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ [Advancing] Do you hear, monsieur? a word with you.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Your pleasure, sir?
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Your lord and master did well to make his recantation.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Recantation! My lord! my master!
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Ay; is it not a language I speak?
+
+ Parolles
+
+ A most harsh one, and not to be understood without bloody succeeding.
+ My master!
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Are you companion to the Count Rousillon?
+
+ Parolles
+
+ To any count, to all counts, to what is man.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ To what is count's man: count's master is of another style.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ You are too old, sir; let it satisfy you, you are too old.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ I must tell thee, sirrah, I write man; to which title age cannot bring
+ thee.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ What I dare too well do, I dare not do.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ I did think thee, for two ordinaries, to be a pretty wise fellow; thou
+ didst make tolerable vent of thy travel; it might pass: yet the scarfs
+ and the bannerets about thee did manifoldly dissuade me from believing
+ thee a vessel of too great a burthen. I have now found thee; when I
+ lose thee again, I care not: yet art thou good for nothing but taking
+ up; and that thou't scarce worth.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee,--
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Do not plunge thyself too far in anger, lest thou hasten thy trial;
+ which if--Lord have mercy on thee for a hen! So, my good window of
+ lattice, fare thee well: thy casement I need not open, for I look
+ through thee. Give me thy hand.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ My lord, you give me most egregious indignity.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Ay, with all my heart; and thou art worthy of it.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ I have not, my lord, deserved it.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Yes, good faith, every dram of it; and I will not bate thee a scruple.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Well, I shall be wiser.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Even as soon as thou canst, for thou hast to pull at a smack o' the
+ contrary. If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt
+ find what it is to be proud of thy bondage. I have a desire to hold my
+ acquaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge, that I may say in the
+ default, he is a man I know.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ My lord, you do me most insupportable vexation.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ I would it were hell-pains for thy sake, and my poor doing eternal: for
+ doing I am past: as I will by thee, in what motion age will give me
+ leave.
+
+ Exit
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Well, thou hast a son shall take this disgrace off me; scurvy, old,
+ filthy, scurvy lord! Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of
+ authority. I'll beat him, by my life, if I can meet him with any
+ convenience, an he were double and double a lord. I'll have no more
+ pity of his age than I would of--I'll beat him, an if I could but meet
+ him again.
+
+ Re-enter Lafeu
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Sirrah, your lord and master's married; there's news for you: you have
+ a new mistress.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ I most unfeignedly beseech your lordship to make some reservation of
+ your wrongs: he is my good lord: whom I serve above is my master.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Who? God?
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Ay, sir.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ The devil it is that's thy master. Why dost thou garter up thy arms o'
+ this fashion? dost make hose of sleeves? do other servants so? Thou
+ wert best set thy lower part where thy nose stands. By mine honour, if
+ I were but two hours younger, I'ld beat thee: methinks, thou art a
+ general offence, and every man should beat thee: I think thou wast
+ created for men to breathe themselves upon thee.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ This is hard and undeserved measure, my lord.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Go to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a kernel out of a
+ pomegranate; you are a vagabond and no true traveller: you are more
+ saucy with lords and honourable personages than the commission of your
+ birth and virtue gives you heraldry. You are not worth another word,
+ else I'ld call you knave. I leave you.
+
+ Exit
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Good, very good; it is so then: good, very good; let it be concealed
+ awhile.
+
+ Re-enter Bertram
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!
+
+ Parolles
+
+ What's the matter, sweet-heart?
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Although before the solemn priest I have sworn,
+ I will not bed her.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ What, what, sweet-heart?
+
+ Bertram
+
+ O my Parolles, they have married me!
+ I'll to the Tuscan wars, and never bed her.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits
+ The tread of a man's foot: to the wars!
+
+ Bertram
+
+ There's letters from my mother: what the import is, I know not yet.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Ay, that would be known. To the wars, my boy, to the wars!
+ He wears his honour in a box unseen,
+ That hugs his kicky-wicky here at home,
+ Spending his manly marrow in her arms,
+ Which should sustain the bound and high curvet
+ Of Mars's fiery steed. To other regions
+ France is a stable; we that dwell in't jades;
+ Therefore, to the war!
+
+ Bertram
+
+ It shall be so: I'll send her to my house,
+ Acquaint my mother with my hate to her,
+ And wherefore I am fled; write to the king
+ That which I durst not speak; his present gift
+ Shall furnish me to those Italian fields,
+ Where noble fellows strike: war is no strife
+ To the dark house and the detested wife.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Will this capriccio hold in thee? art sure?
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Go with me to my chamber, and advise me.
+ I'll send her straight away: to-morrow
+ I'll to the wars, she to her single sorrow.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Why, these balls bound; there's noise in it. 'Tis hard:
+ A young man married is a man that's marr'd:
+ Therefore away, and leave her bravely; go:
+ The king has done you wrong: but, hush, 'tis so.
+
+ Exeunt
+
+SCENE IV. Paris. The King's palace.
+
+ Enter Helena and Clown
+
+ Helena
+
+ My mother greets me kindly; is she well?
+
+ Clown
+
+ She is not well; but yet she has her health: she's very merry; but yet
+ she is not well: but thanks be given, she's very well and wants nothing
+ i', the world; but yet she is not well.
+
+ Helena
+
+ If she be very well, what does she ail, that she's not very well?
+
+ Clown
+
+ Truly, she's very well indeed, but for two things.
+
+ Helena
+
+ What two things?
+
+ Clown
+
+ One, that she's not in heaven, whither God send her quickly! the other
+ that she's in earth, from whence God send her quickly!
+
+ Enter Parolles
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Bless you, my fortunate lady!
+
+ Helena
+
+ I hope, sir, I have your good will to have mine own good fortunes.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ You had my prayers to lead them on; and to keep them on, have them
+ still. O, my knave, how does my old lady?
+
+ Clown
+
+ So that you had her wrinkles and I her money, I would she did as you
+ say.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Why, I say nothing.
+
+ Clown
+
+ Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's tongue shakes out his
+ master's undoing: to say nothing, to do nothing, to know nothing, and
+ to have nothing, is to be a great part of your title; which is within a
+ very little of nothing.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Away! thou'rt a knave.
+
+ Clown
+
+ You should have said, sir, before a knave thou'rt a knave; that's,
+ before me thou'rt a knave: this had been truth, sir.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Go to, thou art a witty fool; I have found thee.
+
+ Clown
+
+ Did you find me in yourself, sir? or were you taught to find me? The
+ search, sir, was profitable; and much fool may you find in you, even to
+ the world's pleasure and the increase of laughter.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ A good knave, i' faith, and well fed.
+ Madam, my lord will go away to-night;
+ A very serious business calls on him.
+ The great prerogative and rite of love,
+ Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknowledge;
+ But puts it off to a compell'd restraint;
+ Whose want, and whose delay, is strew'd with sweets,
+ Which they distil now in the curbed time,
+ To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy
+ And pleasure drown the brim.
+
+ Helena
+
+ What's his will else?
+
+ Parolles
+
+ That you will take your instant leave o' the king
+ And make this haste as your own good proceeding,
+ Strengthen'd with what apology you think
+ May make it probable need.
+
+ Helena
+
+ What more commands he?
+
+ Parolles
+
+ That, having this obtain'd, you presently
+ Attend his further pleasure.
+
+ Helena
+
+ In every thing I wait upon his will.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ I shall report it so.
+
+ Helena
+
+ I pray you.
+
+ Exit Parolles
+
+ Come, sirrah.
+
+ Exeunt
+
+SCENE V. Paris. The King's palace.
+
+ Enter Lafeu and Bertram
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ But I hope your lordship thinks not him a soldier.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ You have it from his own deliverance.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ And by other warranted testimony.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Then my dial goes not true: I took this lark for a bunting.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ I do assure you, my lord, he is very great in knowledge and accordingly
+ valiant.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ I have then sinned against his experience and transgressed against his
+ valour; and my state that way is dangerous, since I cannot yet find in
+ my heart to repent. Here he comes: I pray you, make us friends; I will
+ pursue the amity.
+
+ Enter Parolles
+
+ Parolles
+
+ [To Bertram] These things shall be done, sir.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ Pray you, sir, who's his tailor?
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Sir?
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ O, I know him well, I, sir; he, sir, 's a good workman, a very good
+ tailor.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ [Aside to Parolles] Is she gone to the king?
+
+ Parolles
+
+ She is.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Will she away to-night?
+
+ Parolles
+
+ As you'll have her.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure,
+ Given order for our horses; and to-night,
+ When I should take possession of the bride,
+ End ere I do begin.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ A good traveller is something at the latter end of a dinner; but one
+ that lies three thirds and uses a known truth to pass a thousand
+ nothings with, should be once heard and thrice beaten. God save you,
+ captain.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Is there any unkindness between my lord and you, monsieur?
+
+ Parolles
+
+ I know not how I have deserved to run into my lord's displeasure.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ You have made shift to run into 't, boots and spurs and all, like him
+ that leaped into the custard; and out of it you'll run again, rather
+ than suffer question for your residence.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ It may be you have mistaken him, my lord.
+
+ Lafeu
+
+ And shall do so ever, though I took him at 's prayers. Fare you well,
+ my lord; and believe this of me, there can be no kernel in this light
+ nut; the soul of this man is his clothes. Trust him not in matter of
+ heavy consequence; I have kept of them tame, and know their natures.
+ Farewell, monsieur: I have spoken better of you than you have or will
+ to deserve at my hand; but we must do good against evil.
+
+ Exit
+
+ Parolles
+
+ An idle lord. I swear.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ I think so.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Why, do you not know him?
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Yes, I do know him well, and common speech
+ Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.
+
+ Enter Helena
+
+ Helena
+
+ I have, sir, as I was commanded from you,
+ Spoke with the king and have procured his leave
+ For present parting; only he desires
+ Some private speech with you.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ I shall obey his will.
+ You must not marvel, Helen, at my course,
+ Which holds not colour with the time, nor does
+ The ministration and required office
+ On my particular. Prepared I was not
+ For such a business; therefore am I found
+ So much unsettled: this drives me to entreat you
+ That presently you take our way for home;
+ And rather muse than ask why I entreat you,
+ For my respects are better than they seem
+ And my appointments have in them a need
+ Greater than shows itself at the first view
+ To you that know them not. This to my mother:
+
+ Giving a letter
+
+ 'Twill be two days ere I shall see you, so I leave you to your wisdom.
+
+ Helena
+
+ Sir, I can nothing say,
+ But that I am your most obedient servant.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Come, come, no more of that.
+
+ Helena
+
+ And ever shall
+ With true observance seek to eke out that
+ Wherein toward me my homely stars have fail'd
+ To equal my great fortune.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Let that go:
+ My haste is very great: farewell; hie home.
+
+ Helena
+
+ Pray, sir, your pardon.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Well, what would you say?
+
+ Helena
+
+ I am not worthy of the wealth I owe,
+ Nor dare I say 'tis mine, and yet it is;
+ But, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal
+ What law does vouch mine own.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ What would you have?
+
+ Helena
+
+ Something; and scarce so much: nothing, indeed.
+ I would not tell you what I would, my lord:
+ Faith yes;
+ Strangers and foes do sunder, and not kiss.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ I pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse.
+
+ Helena
+
+ I shall not break your bidding, good my lord.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Where are my other men, monsieur? Farewell.
+
+ Exit Helena
+
+ Go thou toward home; where I will never come
+ Whilst I can shake my sword or hear the drum.
+ Away, and for our flight.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Bravely, coragio!
+
+ Exeunt
+
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