diff -r 000000000000 -r 671dee74050a searcher/tsrc/cpixsearchertest/conf/act3.txt --- /dev/null Thu Jan 01 00:00:00 1970 +0000 +++ b/searcher/tsrc/cpixsearchertest/conf/act3.txt Mon Apr 19 14:40:16 2010 +0300 @@ -0,0 +1,1022 @@ +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 + + | [1]Table of Contents | [2]Next | + + Last updated on Wed Sep 29 20:06:20 2004 for [3]eBooks@Adelaide. + +References + + 1. file://localhost/home/arau/shakespeare/allswell/index.html + 2. file://localhost/home/arau/shakespeare/allswell/act4.html + 3. http://etext.library.adelaide.edu.au/