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All's Well that Ends Well.
haue heere: sure they are bastards to the English, the
French nere got em.
French nere got em.
La.
You are too young, too happie, and too good
To make your selfe a sonne out of my blood.
You are too young, too happie, and too good
To make your selfe a sonne out of my blood.
4.Lord.
Faire one, I thinke not so.
Faire one, I thinke not so.
Ol.Lord
There's one grape yet, I am sure thy father
drunke wine. But if thou be'st not an asse, I am a youth
of fourteene: I haue knowne thee already.
There's one grape yet, I am sure thy father
drunke wine. But if thou be'st not an asse, I am a youth
of fourteene: I haue knowne thee already.
Hel.
I dare not say I take you, but I giue
Me and my seruice, euer whilst I liue
Into your guiding power: This is the man.
I dare not say I take you, but I giue
Me and my seruice, euer whilst I liue
Into your guiding power: This is the man.
King.
Why then young Bertram take her shee's thy wife.
Why then young Bertram take her shee's thy wife.
Ber.
My wife my Leige? I shal beseech your highnes
In such a busines, giue me leaue to vse
The helpe of mine owne eies.
My wife my Leige? I shal beseech your highnes
In such a busines, giue me leaue to vse
The helpe of mine owne eies.
King.
Know'st thou not Bertram what shee ha's
done for mee?
Know'st thou not Bertram what shee ha's
done for mee?
Ber.
Yes my good Lord, but neuer hope to know
why I should marrie her.
Yes my good Lord, but neuer hope to know
why I should marrie her.
King.
Thou know'st shee ha's rais'd me from my sickly bed.
Thou know'st shee ha's rais'd me from my sickly bed.
Ber.
But followes it my Lord, to bring me downe
Must answer for your raising? I knowe her well:
Shee had her breeding at my fathers charge:
A poore Physitians daughter my wife? Disdaine
Rather corrupt me euer.
But followes it my Lord, to bring me downe
Must answer for your raising? I knowe her well:
Shee had her breeding at my fathers charge:
A poore Physitians daughter my wife? Disdaine
Rather corrupt me euer.
King.
Tis onely title thou disdainst in her, the which
I can build vp: strange is it that our bloods
Of colour, waight, and heat, pour'd all together,
Would quite confound distinction: yet stands off
In differences so mightie. If she bee
All that is vertuous (saue what thou dislik'st)
A poore Phisitians daughter, thou dislik'st
Of vertue for the name: but doe not so:
From lowest place, whence vertuous things proceed,
The place is dignified by th' doers deede.
Where great additions swell's, and vertue none,
It is a dropsied honour. Good alone,
Is good without a name? Vilenesse is so:
The propertie by what is is, should go,
Not by the title. Shee is young, wise, faire,
In these, to Nature shee's immediate heire:
And these breed honour: that is honours scorne,
Which challenges it selfe as honours borne,
And is not like the sire: Honours thriue,
When rather from our acts we them deriue
Then our fore-goers: the meere words, a slaue
Debosh'd on euerie tombe, on euerie graue:
A lying Trophee, and as oft is dumbe,
Where dust, and damn'd obliuion is the Tombe.
Of honour'd bones indeed, what should be saide?
If thou canst like this creature, as a maide,
I can create the rest: Vertue, and shee
Is her owne dower: Honour and wealth, from mee.
Tis onely title thou disdainst in her, the which
I can build vp: strange is it that our bloods
Of colour, waight, and heat, pour'd all together,
Would quite confound distinction: yet stands off
In differences so mightie. If she bee
All that is vertuous (saue what thou dislik'st)
A poore Phisitians daughter, thou dislik'st
Of vertue for the name: but doe not so:
From lowest place, whence vertuous things proceed,
The place is dignified by th' doers deede.
Where great additions swell's, and vertue none,
It is a dropsied honour. Good alone,
Is good without a name? Vilenesse is so:
The propertie by what is is, should go,
Not by the title. Shee is young, wise, faire,
In these, to Nature shee's immediate heire:
And these breed honour: that is honours scorne,
Which challenges it selfe as honours borne,
And is not like the sire: Honours thriue,
When rather from our acts we them deriue
Then our fore-goers: the meere words, a slaue
Debosh'd on euerie tombe, on euerie graue:
A lying Trophee, and as oft is dumbe,
Where dust, and damn'd obliuion is the Tombe.
Of honour'd bones indeed, what should be saide?
If thou canst like this creature, as a maide,
I can create the rest: Vertue, and shee
Is her owne dower: Honour and wealth, from mee.
Ber.
I cannot loue her, nor will striue to doo't.
I cannot loue her, nor will striue to doo't.
King.
Thou wrong'st thy selfe, if thou shold'st striue
to choose.
Thou wrong'st thy selfe, if thou shold'st striue
to choose.
Hel.
That you are well restor'd my Lord, I'me glad:
Let the rest go.
That you are well restor'd my Lord, I'me glad:
Let the rest go.
King.
My Honor's at the stake, which to defeate
I must produce my power. Heere, take her hand,
Proud scornfull boy, vnworthie this good gift,
That dost in vile misprision shackle vp
My loue, and her desert: that canst not dreame,
We poizing vs in her defectiue scale,
Shall weigh thee to the beame: That wilt not know,
It is in Vs to plant thine Honour, where
We please to haue it grow. Checke thy contempt:
Obey Our will, which trauailes in thy good:
Beleeue not thy disdaine, but presenthe
Do thine owne fortunes that obedient right
Which both thy dutie owes, and Our power claimes,
Or I will throw thee from my care for euer
Into the staggers, and the carelesse lapse
Of youth and ignorance: both my reuenge and hate
Loosing vpon thee, in the name of iustice,
Without all termes of pittie. Speake, thine answer.
My Honor's at the stake, which to defeate
I must produce my power. Heere, take her hand,
Proud scornfull boy, vnworthie this good gift,
That dost in vile misprision shackle vp
My loue, and her desert: that canst not dreame,
We poizing vs in her defectiue scale,
Shall weigh thee to the beame: That wilt not know,
It is in Vs to plant thine Honour, where
We please to haue it grow. Checke thy contempt:
Obey Our will, which trauailes in thy good:
Beleeue not thy disdaine, but presenthe
Do thine owne fortunes that obedient right
Which both thy dutie owes, and Our power claimes,
Or I will throw thee from my care for euer
Into the staggers, and the carelesse lapse
Of youth and ignorance: both my reuenge and hate
Loosing vpon thee, in the name of iustice,
Without all termes of pittie. Speake, thine answer.
Ber.
Pardon my gracious Lord: for I submit
My fancie to your eies, when I consider
What great creation, and what dole of honour
Flies where you bid it: I finde that she which late
Was in my Nobler thoughts, most base: is now
The praised of the King, who so ennobled,
Is as 'twere borne so.
Pardon my gracious Lord: for I submit
My fancie to your eies, when I consider
What great creation, and what dole of honour
Flies where you bid it: I finde that she which late
Was in my Nobler thoughts, most base: is now
The praised of the King, who so ennobled,
Is as 'twere borne so.
King.
Take her by the hand,
And tell her she is thine: to whom I promise
A counterpoize: If not to thy estate,
A ballance more repleat.
Take her by the hand,
And tell her she is thine: to whom I promise
A counterpoize: If not to thy estate,
A ballance more repleat.
Ber.
I take her hand.
I take her hand.
Kin.
Good fortune, and the fauour of the King
Smile vpon this Contract: whose Ceremonie
Shall seeme expedient on the now borne briefe,
And be perform'd to night: the solemne Feast
Shall more attend vpon the coming space,
Expecting absent friends. As thou lou'st her,
Exeunt.Thy loue's to me Religious: else, do's erre.
Good fortune, and the fauour of the King
Smile vpon this Contract: whose Ceremonie
Shall seeme expedient on the now borne briefe,
And be perform'd to night: the solemne Feast
Shall more attend vpon the coming space,
Expecting absent friends. As thou lou'st her,
Exeunt.Thy loue's to me Religious: else, do's erre.
Parolles and Lafew stay behind, commenting
of this wedding.
of this wedding.
Laf.
Do you heare Monsieur? A word with you.
Do you heare Monsieur? A word with you.
Par.
Your pleasure sir.
Your pleasure sir.
Laf.
Your Lord and Master did well to make his recantation.
Your Lord and Master did well to make his recantation.
Par.
Recantation? My Lord? my Master?
Recantation? My Lord? my Master?
Laf.
I: Is it not a Language I speake?
I: Is it not a Language I speake?
Par.
A most harsh one, and not to bee vnderstoode
without bloudie succeeding. My Master?
A most harsh one, and not to bee vnderstoode
without bloudie succeeding. My Master?
Laf.
Are you Companion to the Count Rosillion?
Are you Companion to the Count Rosillion?
Par.
To any Count, to all Counts: to what is man.
To any Count, to all Counts: to what is man.
Laf.
To what is Counts man: Counts maister is of
another stile.
To what is Counts man: Counts maister is of
another stile.
Par.
You are too old sir: Let it satisfie you, you are
too old.
You are too old sir: Let it satisfie you, you are
too old.
Laf.
I must tell thee sirrah, I write Man: to which
title age cannot bring thee.
I must tell thee sirrah, I write Man: to which
title age cannot bring thee.
Par.
What I dare too well do, I dare not do.
What I dare too well do, I dare not do.
Laf.
I did thinke thee for two ordinaries: to bee a
prettie wise fellow, thou didst make tollerable vent of
thy trauell, it might passe: yet the scarffes and the
bannerets about thee, did manifoldlie disswade me from
beleeuing thee a vessell of too great a burthen. I haue now
found thee, when I loose thee againe, I care not: yet art
thou good for nothing but taking vp, and that th' ourt
scarce worth.
I did thinke thee for two ordinaries: to bee a
prettie wise fellow, thou didst make tollerable vent of
thy trauell, it might passe: yet the scarffes and the
bannerets about thee, did manifoldlie disswade me from
beleeuing thee a vessell of too great a burthen. I haue now
found thee, when I loose thee againe, I care not: yet art
thou good for nothing but taking vp, and that th' ourt
scarce worth.
Par.
Hadst thou not the priuiledge of Antiquity vpon thee.
Hadst thou not the priuiledge of Antiquity vpon thee.
Laf.
Do not plundge thy selfe to farre in anger, least
thou hasten thy triall: which if, Lord haue mercie on
thee for a hen, so my good window of Lettice fare thee
well, thy casement I neede not open, for I look through
thee. Giue me thy hand.
Do not plundge thy selfe to farre in anger, least
thou hasten thy triall: which if, Lord haue mercie on
thee for a hen, so my good window of Lettice fare thee
well, thy casement I neede not open, for I look through
thee. Giue me thy hand.
Par.
My Lord, you giue me most egregious indignity.
My Lord, you giue me most egregious indignity.
Laf.
