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+William Shakespeare
+
+All's Well That Ends Well
+ __________________________________________________________________
+
+ACT III
+
+SCENE I. Florence. The Duke's palace.
+
+ Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence attended; the two Frenchmen, with
+ a troop of soldiers.
+
+ Duke
+
+ So that from point to point now have you heard
+ The fundamental reasons of this war,
+ Whose great decision hath much blood let forth
+ And more thirsts after.
+
+ First Lord
+
+ Holy seems the quarrel
+ Upon your grace's part; black and fearful
+ On the opposer.
+
+ Duke
+
+ Therefore we marvel much our cousin France
+ Would in so just a business shut his bosom
+ Against our borrowing prayers.
+
+ Second Lord
+
+ Good my lord,
+ The reasons of our state I cannot yield,
+ But like a common and an outward man,
+ That the great figure of a council frames
+ By self-unable motion: therefore dare not
+ Say what I think of it, since I have found
+ Myself in my incertain grounds to fail
+ As often as I guess'd.
+
+ Duke
+
+ Be it his pleasure.
+
+ First Lord
+
+ But I am sure the younger of our nature,
+ That surfeit on their ease, will day by day
+ Come here for physic.
+
+ Duke
+
+ Welcome shall they be;
+ And all the honours that can fly from us
+ Shall on them settle. You know your places well;
+ When better fall, for your avails they fell:
+ To-morrow to the field.
+
+ Flourish. Exeunt
+
+SCENE II. Rousillon. The Count's palace.
+
+ Enter Countess and Clown
+
+ Countess
+
+ It hath happened all as I would have had it, save that he comes not
+ along with her.
+
+ Clown
+
+ By my troth, I take my young lord to be a very melancholy man.
+
+ Countess
+
+ By what observance, I pray you?
+
+ Clown
+
+ Why, he will look upon his boot and sing; mend the ruff and sing; ask
+ questions and sing; pick his teeth and sing. I know a man that had this
+ trick of melancholy sold a goodly manor for a song.
+
+ Countess
+
+ Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.
+
+ Opening a letter
+
+ Clown
+
+ I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court: our old ling and our
+ Isbels o' the country are nothing like your old ling and your Isbels o'
+ the court: the brains of my Cupid's knocked out, and I begin to love,
+ as an old man loves money, with no stomach.
+
+ Countess
+
+ What have we here?
+
+ Clown
+
+ E'en that you have there.
+
+ Exit
+
+ Countess
+
+ [Reads] I have sent you a daughter-in-law: she hath recovered the king,
+ and undone me. I have wedded her, not bedded her; and sworn to make the
+ `not' eternal. You shall hear I am run away: know it before the report
+ come. If there be breadth enough in the world, I will hold a long
+ distance. My duty to you. Your unfortunate son, Bertram.
+
+ This is not well, rash and unbridled boy.
+ To fly the favours of so good a king;
+ To pluck his indignation on thy head
+ By the misprising of a maid too virtuous
+ For the contempt of empire.
+
+ Re-enter Clown
+
+ Clown
+
+ O madam, yonder is heavy news within between two soldiers and my young
+ lady!
+
+ Countess
+
+ What is the matter?
+
+ Clown
+
+ Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some comfort; your son will not
+ be killed so soon as I thought he would.
+
+ Countess
+
+ Why should he be killed?
+
+ Clown
+
+ So say I, madam, if he run away, as I hear he does: the danger is in
+ standing to't; that's the loss of men, though it be the getting of
+ children. Here they come will tell you more: for my part, I only hear
+ your son was run away.
+
+ Exit
+
+ Enter Helena, and two Gentlemen
+
+ First Gentleman
+
+ Save you, good madam.
+
+ Helena
+
+ Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone.
+
+ Second Gentleman
+
+ Do not say so.
+
+ Countess
+
+ Think upon patience. Pray you, gentlemen,
+ I have felt so many quirks of joy and grief,
+ That the first face of neither, on the start,
+ Can woman me unto't: where is my son, I pray you?
+
+ Second Gentleman
+
+ Madam, he's gone to serve the duke of Florence:
+ We met him thitherward; for thence we came,
+ And, after some dispatch in hand at court,
+ Thither we bend again.
+
+ Helena
+
+ Look on his letter, madam; here's my passport.
+
+ [Reads] When thou canst get the ring upon my finger which never shall
+ come off, and show me a child begotten of thy body that I am father to,
+ then call me husband: but in such a `then' I write a `never.'
+
+ This is a dreadful sentence.
+
+ Countess
+
+ Brought you this letter, gentlemen?
+
+ First Gentleman
+
+ Ay, madam;
+ And for the contents' sake are sorry for our pain.
+
+ Countess
+
+ I prithee, lady, have a better cheer;
+ If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
+ Thou robb'st me of a moiety: he was my son;
+ But I do wash his name out of my blood,
+ And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he?
+
+ Second Gentleman
+
+ Ay, madam.
+
+ Countess
+
+ And to be a soldier?
+
+ Second Gentleman
+
+ Such is his noble purpose; and believe 't,
+ The duke will lay upon him all the honour
+ That good convenience claims.
+
+ Countess
+
+ Return you thither?
+
+ First Gentleman
+
+ Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed.
+
+ Helena
+
+ [Reads] Till I have no wife I have nothing in France.
+ 'Tis bitter.
+
+ Countess
+
+ Find you that there?
+
+ Helena
+
+ Ay, madam.
+
+ First Gentleman
+
+ 'Tis but the boldness of his hand, haply, which his heart was not
+ consenting to.
+
+ Countess
+
+ Nothing in France, until he have no wife!
+ There's nothing here that is too good for him
+ But only she; and she deserves a lord
+ That twenty such rude boys might tend upon
+ And call her hourly mistress. Who was with him?
+
+ First Gentleman
+
+ A servant only, and a gentleman
+ Which I have sometime known.
+
+ Countess
+
+ Parolles, was it not?
+
+ First Gentleman
+
+ Ay, my good lady, he.
+
+ Countess
+
+ A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness.
+ My son corrupts a well-derived nature
+ With his inducement.
+
+ First Gentleman
+
+ Indeed, good lady,
+ The fellow has a deal of that too much,
+ Which holds him much to have.
+
+ Countess
+
+ You're welcome, gentlemen.
+ I will entreat you, when you see my son,
+ To tell him that his sword can never win
+ The honour that he loses: more I'll entreat you
+ Written to bear along.
+
+ Second Gentleman
+
+ We serve you, madam,
+ In that and all your worthiest affairs.
+
+ Countess
+
+ Not so, but as we change our courtesies.
+ Will you draw near!
+
+ Exeunt Countess and Gentlemen
+
+ Helena
+
+ `Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.'
+ Nothing in France, until he has no wife!
+ Thou shalt have none, Rousillon, none in France;
+ Then hast thou all again. Poor lord! is't I
+ That chase thee from thy country and expose
+ Those tender limbs of thine to the event
+ Of the none-sparing war? and is it I
+ That drive thee from the sportive court, where thou
+ Wast shot at with fair eyes, to be the mark
+ Of smoky muskets? O you leaden messengers,
+ That ride upon the violent speed of fire,
+ Fly with false aim; move the still-peering air,
+ That sings with piercing; do not touch my lord.
+ Whoever shoots at him, I set him there;
+ Whoever charges on his forward breast,
+ I am the caitiff that do hold him to't;
+ And, though I kill him not, I am the cause
+ His death was so effected: better 'twere
+ I met the ravin lion when he roar'd
+ With sharp constraint of hunger; better 'twere
+ That all the miseries which nature owes
+ Were mine at once. No, come thou home, Rousillon,
+ Whence honour but of danger wins a scar,
+ As oft it loses all: I will be gone;
+ My being here it is that holds thee hence:
+ Shall I stay here to do't? no, no, although
+ The air of paradise did fan the house
+ And angels officed all: I will be gone,
+ That pitiful rumour may report my flight,
+ To consolate thine ear. Come, night; end, day!
+ For with the dark, poor thief, I'll steal away.
+
+ Exit
+
+SCENE III. Florence. Before the Duke's palace.
+
+ Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, Bertram, Parolles, Soldiers,
+ Drum, and Trumpets
+
+ Duke
+
+ The general of our horse thou art; and we,
+ Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence
+ Upon thy promising fortune.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Sir, it is
+ A charge too heavy for my strength, but yet
+ We'll strive to bear it for your worthy sake
+ To the extreme edge of hazard.
+
+ Duke
+
+ Then go thou forth;
+ And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm,
+ As thy auspicious mistress!
+
+ Bertram
+
+ This very day,
+ Great Mars, I put myself into thy file:
+ Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall prove
+ A lover of thy drum, hater of love.
+
+ Exeunt
+
+SCENE IV. Rousillon. The Count's palace.
+
+ Enter Countess and Steward
+
+ Countess
+
+ Alas! and would you take the letter of her?
+ Might you not know she would do as she has done,
+ By sending me a letter? Read it again.
+
+ Steward
+
+ [Reads] I am Saint Jaques' pilgrim, thither gone:
+ Ambitious love hath so in me offended,
+ That barefoot plod I the cold ground upon,
+ With sainted vow my faults to have amended.
+ Write, write, that from the bloody course of war
+ My dearest master, your dear son, may hie:
+ Bless him at home in peace, whilst I from far
+ His name with zealous fervor sanctify:
+ His taken labours bid him me forgive;
+ I, his despiteful Juno, sent him forth
+ From courtly friends, with camping foes to live,
+ Where death and danger dogs the heels of worth:
+ He is too good and fair for death and me:
+ Whom I myself embrace, to set him free.
+
+ Countess
+
+ Ah, what sharp stings are in her mildest words!
+ Rinaldo, you did never lack advice so much,
+ As letting her pass so: had I spoke with her,
+ I could have well diverted her intents,
+ Which thus she hath prevented.
+
+ Steward
+
+ Pardon me, madam:
+ If I had given you this at over-night,
+ She might have been o'erta'en; and yet she writes,
+ Pursuit would be but vain.
+
+ Countess
+
+ What angel shall
+ Bless this unworthy husband? he cannot thrive,
+ Unless her prayers, whom heaven delights to hear
+ And loves to grant, reprieve him from the wrath
+ Of greatest justice. Write, write, Rinaldo,
+ To this unworthy husband of his wife;
+ Let every word weigh heavy of her worth
+ That he does weigh too light: my greatest grief.
+ Though little he do feel it, set down sharply.
+ Dispatch the most convenient messenger:
+ When haply he shall hear that she is gone,
+ He will return; and hope I may that she,
+ Hearing so much, will speed her foot again,
+ Led hither by pure love: which of them both
+ Is dearest to me. I have no skill in sense
+ To make distinction: provide this messenger:
+ My heart is heavy and mine age is weak;
+ Grief would have tears, and sorrow bids me speak.
+
+ Exeunt
+
+SCENE V. Florence. Without the walls. A tucket afar off.
+
+ Enter an old Widow of Florence, Diana, Violenta, and Mariana, with
+ other Citizens
+
+ Widow
+
+ Nay, come; for if they do approach the city, we shall lose all the
+ sight.
+
+ Diana
+
+ They say the French count has done most honourable service.
+
+ Widow
+
+ It is reported that he has taken their greatest commander; and that
+ with his own hand he slew the duke's brother.
+
+ Tucket
+
+ We have lost our labour; they are gone a contrary way: hark! you may
+ know by their trumpets.
+
+ Mariana
+
+ Come, let's return again, and suffice ourselves with the report of it.
+ Well, Diana, take heed of this French earl: the honour of a maid is her
+ name; and no legacy is so rich as honesty.
+
+ Widow
+
+ I have told my neighbour how you have been solicited by a gentleman his
+ companion.
+
+ Mariana
+
+ I know that knave; hang him! one Parolles: a filthy officer he is in
+ those suggestions for the young earl. Beware of them, Diana; their
+ promises, enticements, oaths, tokens, and all these engines of lust,
+ are not the things they go under: many a maid hath been seduced by
+ them; and the misery is, example, that so terrible shows in the wreck
+ of maidenhood, cannot for all that dissuade succession, but that they
+ are limed with the twigs that threaten them. I hope I need not to
+ advise you further; but I hope your own grace will keep you where you
+ are, though there were no further danger known but the modesty which is
+ so lost.
+
+ Diana
+
+ You shall not need to fear me.
+
+ Widow
+
+ I hope so.
+
+ Enter Helena, disguised like a Pilgrim
+
+ Look, here comes a pilgrim: I know she will lie at my house; thither
+ they send one another: I'll question her. God save you, pilgrim!
+ whither are you bound?
+
+ Helena
+
+ To Saint Jaques le Grand.
+ Where do the palmers lodge, I do beseech you?
+
+ Widow
+
+ At the Saint Francis here beside the port.
+
+ Helena
+
+ Is this the way?
+
+ Widow
+
+ Ay, marry, is't.
+
+ A march afar
+
+ Hark you! they come this way.
+ If you will tarry, holy pilgrim,
+ But till the troops come by,
+ I will conduct you where you shall be lodged;
+ The rather, for I think I know your hostess
+ As ample as myself.
+
+ Helena
+
+ Is it yourself?
+
+ Widow
+
+ If you shall please so, pilgrim.
+
+ Helena
+
+ I thank you, and will stay upon your leisure.
+
+ Widow
+
+ You came, I think, from France?
+
+ Helena
+
+ I did so.
+
+ Widow
+
+ Here you shall see a countryman of yours
+ That has done worthy service.
+
+ Helena
+
+ His name, I pray you.
+
+ Diana
+
+ The Count Rousillon: know you such a one?
+
+ Helena
+
+ But by the ear, that hears most nobly of him:
+ His face I know not.
+
+ Diana
+
+ Whatsome'er he is,
+ He's bravely taken here. He stole from France,
+ As 'tis reported, for the king had married him
+ Against his liking: think you it is so?
+
+ Helena
+
+ Ay, surely, mere the truth: I know his lady.
+
+ Diana
+
+ There is a gentleman that serves the count
+ Reports but coarsely of her.
+
+ Helena
+
+ What's his name?
+
+ Diana
+
+ Monsieur Parolles.
+
+ Helena
+
+ O, I believe with him,
+ In argument of praise, or to the worth
+ Of the great count himself, she is too mean
+ To have her name repeated: all her deserving
+ Is a reserved honesty, and that
+ I have not heard examined.
+
+ Diana
+
+ Alas, poor lady!
+ 'Tis a hard bondage to become the wife
+ Of a detesting lord.
+
+ Widow
+
+ I warrant, good creature, wheresoe'er she is,
+ Her heart weighs sadly: this young maid might do her
+ A shrewd turn, if she pleased.
+
+ Helena
+
+ How do you mean?
+ May be the amorous count solicits her
+ In the unlawful purpose.
+
+ Widow
+
+ He does indeed;
+ And brokes with all that can in such a suit
+ Corrupt the tender honour of a maid:
+ But she is arm'd for him and keeps her guard
+ In honestest defence.
+
+ Mariana
+
+ The gods forbid else!
+
+ Widow
+
+ So, now they come:
+
+ Drum and Colours
+
+ Enter Bertram, Parolles, and the whole army
+
+ That is Antonio, the duke's eldest son;
+ That, Escalus.
+
+ Helena
+
+ Which is the Frenchman?
+
+ Diana
+
+ He;
+ That with the plume: 'tis a most gallant fellow.
+ I would he loved his wife: if he were honester
+ He were much goodlier: is't not a handsome gentleman?
+
+ Helena
+
+ I like him well.
+
+ Diana
+
+ 'Tis pity he is not honest: yond's that same knave
+ That leads him to these places: were I his lady,
+ I would Poison that vile rascal.
+
+ Helena
+
+ Which is he?
+
+ Diana
+
+ That jack-an-apes with scarfs: why is he melancholy?
+
+ Helena
+
+ Perchance he's hurt i' the battle.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ Lose our drum! well.
+
+ Mariana
+
+ He's shrewdly vexed at something: look, he has spied us.
+
+ Widow
+
+ Marry, hang you!
+
+ Mariana
+
+ And your courtesy, for a ring-carrier!
+
+ Exeunt Bertram, Parolles, and army
+
+ Widow
+
+ The troop is past. Come, pilgrim, I will bring you
+ Where you shall host: of enjoin'd penitents
+ There's four or five, to great Saint Jaques bound,
+ Already at my house.
+
+ Helena
+
+ I humbly thank you:
+ Please it this matron and this gentle maid
+ To eat with us to-night, the charge and thanking
+ Shall be for me; and, to requite you further,
+ I will bestow some precepts of this virgin
+ Worthy the note.
+
+ Both
+
+ We'll take your offer kindly.
+
+ Exeunt
+
+SCENE VI. Camp before Florence.
+
+ Enter Bertram and the two French Lords
+
+ Second Lord
+
+ Nay, good my lord, put him to't; let him have his way.
+
+ First Lord
+
+ If your lordship find him not a hilding, hold me no more in your
+ respect.
+
+ Second Lord
+
+ On my life, my lord, a bubble.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Do you think I am so far deceived in him?
+
+ Second Lord
+
+ Believe it, my lord, in mine own direct knowledge, without any malice,
+ but to speak of him as my kinsman, he's a most notable coward, an
+ infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise-breaker, the owner of no
+ one good quality worthy your lordship's entertainment.
+
+ First Lord
+
+ It were fit you knew him; lest, reposing too far in his virtue, which
+ he hath not, he might at some great and trusty business in a main
+ danger fail you.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ I would I knew in what particular action to try him.
+
+ First Lord
+
+ None better than to let him fetch off his drum, which you hear him so
+ confidently undertake to do.
+
+ Second Lord
+
+ I, with a troop of Florentines, will suddenly surprise him; such I will
+ have, whom I am sure he knows not from the enemy: we will bind and
+ hoodwink him so, that he shall suppose no other but that he is carried
+ into the leaguer of the adversaries, when we bring him to our own
+ tents. Be but your lordship present at his examination: if he do not,
+ for the promise of his life and in the highest compulsion of base fear,
+ offer to betray you and deliver all the intelligence in his power
+ against you, and that with the divine forfeit of his soul upon oath,
+ never trust my judgment in any thing.
+
+ First Lord
+
+ O, for the love of laughter, let him fetch his drum; he says he has a
+ stratagem for't: when your lordship sees the bottom of his success
+ in't, and to what metal this counterfeit lump of ore will be melted, if
+ you give him not John Drum's entertainment, your inclining cannot be
+ removed. Here he comes.
+
+ Enter Parolles
+
+ Second Lord
+
+ [Aside to Bertram] O, for the love of laughter, hinder not the honour
+ of his design: let him fetch off his drum in any hand.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ How now, monsieur! this drum sticks sorely in your disposition.
+
+ First Lord
+
+ A pox on't, let it go; 'tis but a drum.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ `But a drum'! is't `but a drum'? A drum so lost! There was excellent
+ command,--to charge in with our horse upon our own wings, and to rend
+ our own soldiers!
+
+ First Lord
+
+ That was not to be blamed in the command of the service: it was a
+ disaster of war that Caesar himself could not have prevented, if he had
+ been there to command.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Well, we cannot greatly condemn our success: some dishonour we had in
+ the loss of that drum; but it is not to be recovered.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ It might have been recovered.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ It might; but it is not now.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ It is to be recovered: but that the merit of service is seldom
+ attributed to the true and exact performer, I would have that drum or
+ another, or 'hic jacet.'
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Why, if you have a stomach, to't, monsieur: if you think your mystery
+ in stratagem can bring this instrument of honour again into his native
+ quarter, be magnanimous in the enterprise and go on; I will grace the
+ attempt for a worthy exploit: if you speed well in it, the duke shall
+ both speak of it. and extend to you what further becomes his greatness,
+ even to the utmost syllable of your worthiness.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ By the hand of a soldier, I will undertake it.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ But you must not now slumber in it.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ I'll about it this evening: and I will presently pen down my dilemmas,
+ encourage myself in my certainty, put myself into my mortal
+ preparation; and by midnight look to hear further from me.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ May I be bold to acquaint his grace you are gone about it?
+
+ Parolles
+
+ I know not what the success will be, my lord; but the attempt I vow.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ I know thou'rt valiant; and, to the possibility of thy soldiership,
+ will subscribe for thee. Farewell.
+
+ Parolles
+
+ I love not many words.
+
+ Exit
+
+ Second Lord
+
+ No more than a fish loves water. Is not this a strange fellow, my lord,
+ that so confidently seems to undertake this business, which he knows is
+ not to be done; damns himself to do and dares better be damned than to
+ do't?
+
+ First Lord
+
+ You do not know him, my lord, as we do: certain it is that he will
+ steal himself into a man's favour and for a week escape a great deal of
+ discoveries; but when you find him out, you have him ever after.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Why, do you think he will make no deed at all of this that so seriously
+ he does address himself unto?
+
+ Second Lord
+
+ None in the world; but return with an invention and clap upon you two
+ or three probable lies: but we have almost embossed him; you shall see
+ his fall to-night; for indeed he is not for your lordship's respect.
+
+ First Lord
+
+ We'll make you some sport with the fox ere we case him. He was first
+ smoked by the old lord Lafeu: when his disguise and he is parted, tell
+ me what a sprat you shall find him; which you shall see this very
+ night.
+
+ Second Lord
+
+ I must go look my twigs: he shall be caught.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Your brother he shall go along with me.
+
+ Second Lord
+
+ As't please your lordship: I'll leave you.
+
+ Exit
+
+ Bertram
+
+ Now will I lead you to the house, and show you
+ The lass I spoke of.
+
+ First Lord
+
+ But you say she's honest.
+
+ Bertram
+
+ That's all the fault: I spoke with her but once
+ And found her wondrous cold; but I sent to her,
+ By this same coxcomb that we have i' the wind,
+ Tokens and letters which she did re-send;
+ And this is all I have done. She's a fair creature:
+ Will you go see her?
+
+ First Lord
+
+ With all my heart, my lord.
+
+ Exeunt
+
+SCENE VII. Florence. The Widow's house.
+
+ Enter Helena and Widow
+
+ Helena
+
+ If you misdoubt me that I am not she,
+ I know not how I shall assure you further,
+ But I shall lose the grounds I work upon.
+
+ Widow
+
+ Though my estate be fallen, I was well born,
+ Nothing acquainted with these businesses;
+ And would not put my reputation now
+ In any staining act.
+
+ Helena
+
+ Nor would I wish you.
+ First, give me trust, the count he is my husband,
+ And what to your sworn counsel I have spoken
+ Is so from word to word; and then you cannot,
+ By the good aid that I of you shall borrow,
+ Err in bestowing it.
+
+ Widow
+
+ I should believe you:
+ For you have show'd me that which well approves
+ You're great in fortune.
+
+ Helena
+
+ Take this purse of gold,
+ And let me buy your friendly help thus far,
+ Which I will over-pay and pay again
+ When I have found it. The count he wooes your daughter,
+ Lays down his wanton siege before her beauty,
+ Resolved to carry her: let her in fine consent,
+ As we'll direct her how 'tis best to bear it.
+ Now his important blood will nought deny
+ That she'll demand: a ring the county wears,
+ That downward hath succeeded in his house
+ From son to son, some four or five descents
+ Since the first father wore it: this ring he holds
+ In most rich choice; yet in his idle fire,
+ To buy his will, it would not seem too dear,
+ Howe'er repented after.
+
+ Widow
+
+ Now I see
+ The bottom of your purpose.
+
+ Helena
+
+ You see it lawful, then: it is no more,
+ But that your daughter, ere she seems as won,
+ Desires this ring; appoints him an encounter;
+ In fine, delivers me to fill the time,
+ Herself most chastely absent: after this,
+ To marry her, I'll add three thousand crowns
+ To what is passed already.
+
+ Widow
+
+ I have yielded:
+ Instruct my daughter how she shall persever,
+ That time and place with this deceit so lawful
+ May prove coherent. Every night he comes
+ With musics of all sorts and songs composed
+ To her unworthiness: it nothing steads us
+ To chide him from our eaves; for he persists
+ As if his life lay on't.
+
+ Helena
+
+ Why then to-night
+ Let us assay our plot; which, if it speed,
+ Is wicked meaning in a lawful deed
+ And lawful meaning in a lawful act,
+ Where both not sin, and yet a sinful fact:
+ But let's about it.
+
+ Exeunt
+
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+ 3. http://etext.library.adelaide.edu.au/