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All's Well, that Ends Well.
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Maria.
I know that knaue, hang him, one Parolles,
a filthy Officer he is in those suggestions for the young
Earle, beware of them Diana; their promises, entisements,
oathes, tokens, and all these engines of lust, are
not the things they go vnder: many a maide hath beene
seduced by them, and the miserie is example, that so
terrible shewes in the wracke of maiden-hood, cannot
for all that disswade succession, but that they are limed
with the twigges that threatens them. I hope I neede
not to aduise you further, but I hope your owne grace
will keepe you where you are, though there were no
further danger knowne, but the modestie which is so
lost.

Dia.
You shall not neede to feare me.

Enter Hellen.

Wid.
I hope so: looke here comes a pilgrim, I know
she will lye at my house, thither they send one another,
Ile question her. God saue you pilgrim, whether are
bound?

Hel.
To S. Iaques la grand.
Where do the Palmers lodge, I do beseech you?

Wid.
At the S. Francis heere beside the Port.

Hel.
A march afarre.Is this the way?

Wid.
I marrie ist. Harke you, they come this way:
If you will tarrie holy Pilgrime
But till the troopes come by,
I will conduct you where you shall be lodg'd,
The rather for I thinke I know your hostesse
As ample as my selfe.

Hel.
Is it your selfe?

Wid.
If you shall please so Pilgrime.

Hel.
I thanke you, and will stay vpon your leisure.

Wid.
You came I thinke from France?

Hel.
I did so.

Wid.
Heere you shall see a Countriman of yours
That has done worthy seruice.

Hel.
His name I pray you?

Dia.
The Count Rossillion: know you such a one?

Hel.
But by the eare that heares most nobly of him:
His face I know not.

Dia.
What somere he is
He's brauely taken heere. He stole from France
As 'tis reported: for the King had married him
Against his liking. Thinke you it is so?

Hel.
I surely meere the truth, I know his Lady.

Dia.
There is a Gentleman that serues the Count,
Reports but coursely of her.

Hel.
What's his name?

Dia.
Monsieur Parrolles.

Hel.
Oh I beleeue with him,
In argument of praise, or to the worth
Of the great Count himselfe, she is too meane
To haue her name repeated, all her deseruing
Is a reserued honestie, and that
I haue not heard examin'd.

Dian.
Alas poore Ladie,
'Tis a hard bondage to become the wife
Of a detesting Lord.

Wid.
I write good creature, wheresoere she is,
Her hart waighes sadly: this yong maid might do her
A shrewd turne if she pleas'd.

Hel.
How do you meane?
May be the amorous Count solicites her
In the vnlawfull purpose.

Wid.
He does indeede,
And brokes with all that can in such a suite
Corrupt the tender honour of a Maide:
But she is arm'd for him, and keepes her guard
In honestest defence.

Drumme and Colours.
Enter Count Rossillion, Parrolles, and the whole Armie.

Mar.
The goddes forbid else.

Wid.
So, now they come:
That is Anthonio the Dukes eldest sonne,
That Escalus.

Hel.
Which is the Frenchman?

Dia.
Hee,
That with the plume, 'tis a most gallant fellow,
I would he lou'd his wife: if he were honester
He were much goodlier. Is't not a handsom Gentleman

Hel.
I like him well.

Di.
'Tis pitty he is not honest: yonds that same knaue
That leades him to these places: were I his Ladie,
I would poison that vile Rascall.

Hel.
Which is he?

Dia.
That Iacke-an-apes with scarfes. Why is hee melancholly?

Hel.
Perchance he's hurt i'th battaile.

Par.
Loose our drum? Well.

Mar.
He's shrewdly vext at something. Looke he
has spyed vs.

Wid.
Marrie hang you.

Mar.
Exit.And your curtesie, for a ring-carrier.

Wid.
The troope is past: Come pilgrim, I wil bring
you, Where you shall host: Of inioyn'd penitents
There's foure or fiue, to great S. Iaques bound,
Alreadie at my house.

Hel.
I humbly thanke you:
Please it this Matron, and this gentle Maide
To eate with vs 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.
ExeuntWee'l take your offer kindly.

Enter Count Rossillion and the Frenchmen,
as at first.

Cap.E.
Nay good my Lord put him too't: let him
haue his way.

Cap.G.
If your Lordshippe finde him not a Hilding,
hold me no more in your respect.

Cap.E.
On my life my Lord, a bubble.

Ber.
Do you thinke I am so farre
Deceiued in him.

Cap.E.
Beleeue it my Lord, in mine owne direct
knowledge, without any malice, but to speake of him
as my kinsman, hee's a most notable Coward, an infinite
and endlesse Lyar, an hourely promise-breaker, the
owner of no one good qualitie, worthy your Lordships
entertainment.

Cap.G.
It were fit you knew him, least reposing too
farre in his vertue which he hath not, he might at some
great and trustie businesse, in a maine daunger, fayle
you.

Ber.
I would I knew in what particular action to try him.

Cap.G.
None better then to let him fetch off his drumme,
which you heare him so confidently vndertake to do.

C.E.
I with a troop of Florentines wil sodainly sur-

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