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In
All’s Well That Ends Well
, a woman is given in marriage to the man she longs for, but, because she is of lower rank, he refuses to accept the marriage. It becomes her challenge to win his acceptance.
Helen, the daughter of a dead physician, secretly loves Bertram, the Count of Rosillion’s son. When the count dies, Bertram becomes a ward of the French king, who is dying of a fistula. Helen heals the ailing king, and he grants her wish to marry his ward. Bertram refuses to consummate the marriage and goes off to war, sending Helen a list of seemingly impossible conditions to be met before he will consider her his wife.
To meet his conditions, Helen substitutes herself for a woman whom Bertram desires, and sleeps with him. When false news comes that Helen is dead, Bertram faces the charge that he has killed her. Helen, now pregnant, reappears, saving Bertram and demonstrating that she has met his conditions. Bertram then acknowledges her.
ACT
1
Scene
1
Enter
young
Bertram
Count
of
Rossillion
,
his
mother
the
Countess
,
and
Helen
,
Lord
Lafew
,
all
in
black
.
In
delivering
my
son
from
me
,
I
bury
a
second
husband
.
And
I
in
going
,
madam
,
weep
o’er
my
father’s
death
anew
;
but
I
must
attend
his
Majesty’s
command
,
to
whom
I
am
now
in
ward
,
evermore
in
subjection
.
You
shall
find
of
the
King
a
husband
,
madam
;
you
,
sir
,
a
father
.
He
that
so
generally
is
at
all
times
good
must
of
necessity
hold
his
virtue
to
you
,
whose
worthiness
would
stir
it
up
where
it
wanted
rather
than
lack
it
where
there
is
such
abundance
.
What
hope
is
there
of
his
Majesty’s
amendment
?
He
hath
abandoned
his
physicians
,
madam
,
under
whose
practices
he
hath
persecuted
time
with
hope
,
and
finds
no
other
advantage
in
the
process
but
only
the
losing
of
hope
by
time
.
This
young
gentlewoman
had
a
father
—
O
,
that
had
,
how
sad
a
passage
’tis
!
—
whose
skill
was
almost
as
great
as
his
honesty
;
had
it
stretched
so
far
,
would
have
made
nature
immortal
,
and
death
should
have
play
for
lack
of
work
.
Would
for
ACT 1. SC. 1
the
King’s
sake
he
were
living
!
I
think
it
would
be
the
death
of
the
King’s
disease
.
How
called
you
the
man
you
speak
of
,
madam
?
He
was
famous
,
sir
,
in
his
profession
,
and
it
was
his
great
right
to
be
so
:
Gerard
de
Narbon
.
He
was
excellent
indeed
,
madam
.
The
King
very
lately
spoke
of
him
admiringly
,
and
mourningly
.
He
was
skillful
enough
to
have
lived
still
,
if
knowledge
could
be
set
up
against
mortality
.
What
is
it
,
my
good
lord
,
the
King
languishes
of
?
A
fistula
,
my
lord
.
I
heard
not
of
it
before
.
I
would
it
were
not
notorious
.
—
Was
this
gentlewoman
the
daughter
of
Gerard
de
Narbon
?
His
sole
child
,
my
lord
,
and
bequeathed
to
my
overlooking
.
I
have
those
hopes
of
her
good
that
her
education
promises
.
Her
dispositions
she
inherits
,
which
makes
fair
gifts
fairer
;
for
where
an
unclean
mind
carries
virtuous
qualities
,
there
commendations
go
with
pity
—
they
are
virtues
and
traitors
too
.
In
her
they
are
the
better
for
their
simpleness
.
She
derives
her
honesty
and
achieves
her
goodness
.
Your
commendations
,
madam
,
get
from
her
tears
.
’Tis
the
best
brine
a
maiden
can
season
her
praise
in
.
The
remembrance
of
her
father
never
approaches
her
heart
but
the
tyranny
of
her
sorrows
takes
all
livelihood
from
her
cheek
.
—
No
more
of
this
,
Helena
.
Go
to
.
No
more
,
lest
it
be
rather
thought
you
affect
a
sorrow
than
to
have
—
I
do
affect
a
sorrow
indeed
,
but
I
have
it
too
.
Moderate
lamentation
is
the
right
of
the
dead
,
excessive
grief
the
enemy
to
the
living
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
If
the
living
be
enemy
to
the
grief
,
the
excess
makes
it
soon
mortal
.
Madam
,
I
desire
your
holy
wishes
.
How
understand
we
that
?
Be
thou
blessed
,
Bertram
,
and
succeed
thy
father
In
manners
as
in
shape
.
Thy
blood
and
virtue
Contend
for
empire
in
thee
,
and
thy
goodness
Share
with
thy
birthright
.
Love
all
,
trust
a
few
,
Do
wrong
to
none
.
Be
able
for
thine
enemy
Rather
in
power
than
use
,
and
keep
thy
friend
Under
thy
own
life’s
key
Be
checked
for
silence
,
But
never
taxed
for
speech
.
What
heaven
more
will
,
That
thee
may
furnish
and
my
prayers
pluck
down
,
Fall
on
thy
head
.
To
Lafew
.
Farewell
,
my
lord
.
’Tis
an
unseasoned
courtier
.
Good
my
lord
,
Advise
him
.
He
cannot
want
the
best
that
shall
Attend
his
love
.
Heaven
bless
him
.
—
Farewell
,
Bertram
.
The
best
wishes
that
can
be
forged
in
your
thoughts
be
servants
to
you
.
Countess
exits
.
To
Helen
.
Be
comfortable
to
my
mother
,
your
mistress
,
and
make
much
of
her
.
Farewell
,
pretty
lady
.
You
must
hold
the
credit
of
your
father
.
Bertram
and
Lafew
exit
.
O
,
were
that
all
!
I
think
not
on
my
father
,
And
these
great
tears
grace
his
remembrance
more
Than
those
I
shed
for
him
.
What
was
he
like
?
I
have
forgot
him
.
My
imagination
Carries
no
favor
in
’t
but
Bertram’s
.
I
am
undone
.
There
is
no
living
,
none
,
If
Bertram
be
away
.
’Twere
all
one
That
I
should
love
a
bright
particular
star
And
think
to
wed
it
,
he
is
so
above
me
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
In
his
bright
radiance
and
collateral
light
Must
I
be
comforted
,
not
in
his
sphere
.
Th’
ambition
in
my
love
thus
plagues
itself
:
The
hind
that
would
be
mated
by
the
lion
Must
die
for
love
.
’Twas
pretty
,
though
a
plague
,
To
see
him
every
hour
,
to
sit
and
draw
His
archèd
brows
,
his
hawking
eye
,
his
curls
In
our
heart’s
table
—
heart
too
capable
Of
every
line
and
trick
of
his
sweet
favor
.
But
now
he’s
gone
,
and
my
idolatrous
fancy
Must
sanctify
his
relics
.
Who
comes
here
?
Enter
Parolles
.
One
that
goes
with
him
.
I
love
him
for
his
sake
,
And
yet
I
know
him
a
notorious
liar
,
Think
him
a
great
way
fool
,
solely
a
coward
.
Yet
these
fixed
evils
sit
so
fit
in
him
That
they
take
place
when
virtue’s
steely
bones
Looks
bleak
i’
th’
cold
wind
.
Withal
,
full
oft
we
see
Cold
wisdom
waiting
on
superfluous
folly
.
Save
you
,
fair
queen
.
And
you
,
monarch
.
No
.
And
no
.
Are
you
meditating
on
virginity
?
Ay
.
You
have
some
stain
of
soldier
in
you
;
let
me
ask
you
a
question
.
Man
is
enemy
to
virginity
.
How
may
we
barricado
it
against
him
?
Keep
him
out
.
But
he
assails
,
and
our
virginity
,
though
valiant
in
the
defense
,
yet
is
weak
.
Unfold
to
us
some
warlike
resistance
.
There
is
none
.
Man
setting
down
before
you
will
undermine
you
and
blow
you
up
.
Bless
our
poor
virginity
from
underminers
and
blowers-up
!
Is
there
no
military
policy
how
virgins
might
blow
up
men
?
ACT 1. SC. 1
Virginity
being
blown
down
,
man
will
quicklier
be
blown
up
.
Marry
,
in
blowing
him
down
again
,
with
the
breach
yourselves
made
you
lose
your
city
.
It
is
not
politic
in
the
commonwealth
of
nature
to
preserve
virginity
.
Loss
of
virginity
is
rational
increase
,
and
there
was
never
virgin
got
till
virginity
was
first
lost
.
That
you
were
made
of
is
metal
to
make
virgins
.
Virginity
by
being
once
lost
may
be
ten
times
found
;
by
being
ever
kept
,
it
is
ever
lost
.
’Tis
too
cold
a
companion
.
Away
with
’t
.
I
will
stand
for
’t
a
little
,
though
therefore
I
die
a
virgin
.
There’s
little
can
be
said
in
’t
.
’Tis
against
the
rule
of
nature
.
To
speak
on
the
part
of
virginity
is
to
accuse
your
mothers
,
which
is
most
infallible
disobedience
.
He
that
hangs
himself
is
a
virgin
;
virginity
murders
itself
and
should
be
buried
in
highways
out
of
all
sanctified
limit
as
a
desperate
offendress
against
nature
.
Virginity
breeds
mites
,
much
like
a
cheese
,
consumes
itself
to
the
very
paring
,
and
so
dies
with
feeding
his
own
stomach
.
Besides
,
virginity
is
peevish
,
proud
,
idle
,
made
of
self-love
,
which
is
the
most
inhibited
sin
in
the
canon
.
Keep
it
not
;
you
cannot
choose
but
lose
by
’t
.
Out
with
’t
!
Within
ten
year
it
will
make
itself
two
,
which
is
a
goodly
increase
,
and
the
principal
itself
not
much
the
worse
.
Away
with
’t
!
How
might
one
do
,
sir
,
to
lose
it
to
her
own
liking
?
Let
me
see
.
Marry
,
ill
,
to
like
him
that
ne’er
it
likes
.
’Tis
a
commodity
will
lose
the
gloss
with
lying
;
the
longer
kept
,
the
less
worth
.
Off
with
’t
while
’tis
vendible
;
answer
the
time
of
request
.
Virginity
,
like
an
old
courtier
,
wears
her
cap
out
of
fashion
,
richly
suited
but
unsuitable
,
just
like
the
ACT 1. SC. 1
brooch
and
the
toothpick
,
which
wear
not
now
.
Your
date
is
better
in
your
pie
and
your
porridge
than
in
your
cheek
.
And
your
virginity
,
your
old
virginity
,
is
like
one
of
our
French
withered
pears
:
it
looks
ill
,
it
eats
dryly
;
marry
many
,
’tis
a
withered
pear
.
It
was
formerly
better
,
marry
,
yet
’tis
a
withered
pear
.
Will
you
anything
with
it
?
Not
my
virginity
,
yet
—
There
shall
your
master
have
a
thousand
loves
,
A
mother
,
and
a
mistress
,
and
a
friend
,
A
phoenix
,
captain
,
and
an
enemy
,
A
guide
,
a
goddess
,
and
a
sovereign
,
A
counselor
,
a
traitress
,
and
a
dear
;
His
humble
ambition
,
proud
humility
,
His
jarring
concord
,
and
his
discord
dulcet
,
His
faith
,
his
sweet
disaster
,
with
a
world
Of
pretty
,
fond
adoptious
christendoms
That
blinking
Cupid
gossips
.
Now
shall
he
—
I
know
not
what
he
shall
.
God
send
him
well
.
The
court’s
a
learning
place
,
and
he
is
one
—
What
one
,
i’
faith
?
That
I
wish
well
.
’Tis
pity
—
What’s
pity
?
That
wishing
well
had
not
a
body
in
’t
Which
might
be
felt
,
that
we
,
the
poorer
born
,
Whose
baser
stars
do
shut
us
up
in
wishes
,
Might
with
effects
of
them
follow
our
friends
And
show
what
we
alone
must
think
,
which
never
Returns
us
thanks
.
Enter
Page
.
Monsieur
Parolles
,
my
lord
calls
for
you
.
Little
Helen
,
farewell
.
If
I
can
remember
thee
,
I
will
think
of
thee
at
court
.
Monsieur
Parolles
,
you
were
born
under
a
charitable
star
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
Under
Mars
,
I
.
I
especially
think
under
Mars
.
Why
under
Mars
?
The
wars
hath
so
kept
you
under
that
you
must
needs
be
born
under
Mars
.
When
he
was
predominant
.
When
he
was
retrograde
,
I
think
rather
.
Why
think
you
so
?
You
go
so
much
backward
when
you
fight
.
That’s
for
advantage
.
So
is
running
away
,
when
fear
proposes
the
safety
.
But
the
composition
that
your
valor
and
fear
makes
in
you
is
a
virtue
of
a
good
wing
,
and
I
like
the
wear
well
.
I
am
so
full
of
businesses
I
cannot
answer
thee
acutely
.
I
will
return
perfect
courtier
,
in
the
which
my
instruction
shall
serve
to
naturalize
thee
,
so
thou
wilt
be
capable
of
a
courtier’s
counsel
and
understand
what
advice
shall
thrust
upon
thee
,
else
thou
diest
in
thine
unthankfulness
,
and
thine
ignorance
makes
thee
away
.
Farewell
.
When
thou
hast
leisure
,
say
thy
prayers
;
when
thou
hast
none
,
remember
thy
friends
.
Get
thee
a
good
husband
,
and
use
him
as
he
uses
thee
.
So
,
farewell
.
Parolles
and
Page
exit
.
Our
remedies
oft
in
ourselves
do
lie
Which
we
ascribe
to
heaven
.
The
fated
sky
Gives
us
free
scope
,
only
doth
backward
pull
Our
slow
designs
when
we
ourselves
are
dull
.
What
power
is
it
which
mounts
my
love
so
high
,
That
makes
me
see
,
and
cannot
feed
mine
eye
?
The
mightiest
space
in
fortune
nature
brings
To
join
like
likes
and
kiss
like
native
things
.
Impossible
be
strange
attempts
to
those
That
weigh
their
pains
in
sense
and
do
suppose
ACT 1. SC. 2
What
hath
been
cannot
be
.
Who
ever
strove
To
show
her
merit
that
did
miss
her
love
?
The
King’s
disease
—
my
project
may
deceive
me
,
But
my
intents
are
fixed
and
will
not
leave
me
.
She
exits
.
Scene
2
Flourish
cornets
.
Enter
the
King
of
France
with
letters
,
two
Lords
,
and
divers
Attendants
.
The
Florentines
and
Senoys
are
by
th’
ears
,
Have
fought
with
equal
fortune
,
and
continue
A
braving
war
.
So
’tis
reported
,
sir
.
Nay
,
’tis
most
credible
.
We
here
receive
it
A
certainty
vouched
from
our
cousin
Austria
,
With
caution
that
the
Florentine
will
move
us
For
speedy
aid
,
wherein
our
dearest
friend
Prejudicates
the
business
and
would
seem
To
have
us
make
denial
.
His
love
and
wisdom
,
Approved
so
to
your
Majesty
,
may
plead
For
amplest
credence
.
He
hath
armed
our
answer
,
And
Florence
is
denied
before
he
comes
.
Yet
for
our
gentlemen
that
mean
to
see
The
Tuscan
service
,
freely
have
they
leave
To
stand
on
either
part
.
It
well
may
serve
A
nursery
to
our
gentry
,
who
are
sick
For
breathing
and
exploit
.
Enter
Bertram
,
Lafew
,
and
Parolles
.
What’s
he
comes
here
?
ACT 1. SC. 2
It
is
the
Count
Rossillion
,
my
good
lord
,
Young
Bertram
.
Youth
,
thou
bear’st
thy
father’s
face
.
Frank
nature
,
rather
curious
than
in
haste
,
Hath
well
composed
thee
.
Thy
father’s
moral
parts
Mayst
thou
inherit
too
.
Welcome
to
Paris
.
My
thanks
and
duty
are
your
Majesty’s
.
I
would
I
had
that
corporal
soundness
now
As
when
thy
father
and
myself
in
friendship
First
tried
our
soldiership
.
He
did
look
far
Into
the
service
of
the
time
and
was
Discipled
of
the
bravest
.
He
lasted
long
,
But
on
us
both
did
haggish
age
steal
on
And
wore
us
out
of
act
.
It
much
repairs
me
To
talk
of
your
good
father
.
In
his
youth
He
had
the
wit
which
I
can
well
observe
Today
in
our
young
lords
;
but
they
may
jest
Till
their
own
scorn
return
to
them
unnoted
Ere
they
can
hide
their
levity
in
honor
.
So
like
a
courtier
,
contempt
nor
bitterness
Were
in
his
pride
or
sharpness
;
if
they
were
,
His
equal
had
awaked
them
,
and
his
honor
,
Clock
to
itself
,
knew
the
true
minute
when
Exception
bid
him
speak
,
and
at
this
time
His
tongue
obeyed
his
hand
.
Who
were
below
him
He
used
as
creatures
of
another
place
And
bowed
his
eminent
top
to
their
low
ranks
,
Making
them
proud
of
his
humility
,
In
their
poor
praise
he
humbled
.
Such
a
man
Might
be
a
copy
to
these
younger
times
,
Which
,
followed
well
,
would
demonstrate
them
now
But
goers
backward
.
His
good
remembrance
,
sir
,
ACT 1. SC. 2
Lies
richer
in
your
thoughts
than
on
his
tomb
.
So
in
approof
lives
not
his
epitaph
As
in
your
royal
speech
.
Would
I
were
with
him
!
He
would
always
say
—
Methinks
I
hear
him
now
;
his
plausive
words
He
scattered
not
in
ears
,
but
grafted
them
To
grow
there
and
to
bear
.
Let
me
not
live
—
This
his
good
melancholy
oft
began
On
the
catastrophe
and
heel
of
pastime
,
When
it
was
out
—
Let
me
not
live
,
quoth
he
,
After
my
flame
lacks
oil
,
to
be
the
snuff
Of
younger
spirits
,
whose
apprehensive
senses
All
but
new
things
disdain
,
whose
judgments
are
Mere
fathers
of
their
garments
,
whose
constancies
Expire
before
their
fashions
.
This
he
wished
.
I
,
after
him
,
do
after
him
wish
too
,
Since
I
nor
wax
nor
honey
can
bring
home
,
I
quickly
were
dissolvèd
from
my
hive
To
give
some
laborers
room
.
You’re
lovèd
,
sir
.
They
that
least
lend
it
you
shall
lack
you
first
.
I
fill
a
place
,
I
know
’t
.
—
How
long
is
’t
,
count
,
Since
the
physician
at
your
father’s
died
?
He
was
much
famed
.
Some
six
months
since
,
my
lord
.
If
he
were
living
,
I
would
try
him
yet
.
—
Lend
me
an
arm
.
—
The
rest
have
worn
me
out
With
several
applications
.
Nature
and
sickness
Debate
it
at
their
leisure
.
Welcome
,
count
.
My
son’s
no
dearer
.
Thank
your
Majesty
.
They
exit
.
Flourish
.
ACT 1. SC. 3
Scene
3
Enter
Countess
,
Steward
,
and
Fool
.
I
will
now
hear
.
What
say
you
of
this
gentlewoman
?
Madam
,
the
care
I
have
had
to
even
your
content
I
wish
might
be
found
in
the
calendar
of
my
past
endeavors
,
for
then
we
wound
our
modesty
and
make
foul
the
clearness
of
our
deservings
when
of
ourselves
we
publish
them
.
What
does
this
knave
here
?
To
Fool
.
Get
you
gone
,
sirrah
.
The
complaints
I
have
heard
of
you
I
do
not
all
believe
.
’Tis
my
slowness
that
I
do
not
,
for
I
know
you
lack
not
folly
to
commit
them
and
have
ability
enough
to
make
such
knaveries
yours
.
’Tis
not
unknown
to
you
,
madam
,
I
am
a
poor
fellow
.
Well
,
sir
.
No
,
madam
,
’tis
not
so
well
that
I
am
poor
,
though
many
of
the
rich
are
damned
.
But
if
I
may
have
your
Ladyship’s
good
will
to
go
to
the
world
,
Isbel
the
woman
and
I
will
do
as
we
may
.
Wilt
thou
needs
be
a
beggar
?
I
do
beg
your
good
will
in
this
case
.
In
what
case
?
In
Isbel’s
case
and
mine
own
.
Service
is
no
heritage
,
and
I
think
I
shall
never
have
the
blessing
of
God
till
I
have
issue
o’
my
body
,
for
they
say
bairns
are
blessings
.
Tell
me
thy
reason
why
thou
wilt
marry
.
My
poor
body
,
madam
,
requires
it
.
I
am
driven
on
by
the
flesh
,
and
he
must
needs
go
that
the
devil
drives
.
Is
this
all
your
Worship’s
reason
?
Faith
,
madam
,
I
have
other
holy
reasons
,
such
as
they
are
.
ACT 1. SC. 3
May
the
world
know
them
?
I
have
been
,
madam
,
a
wicked
creature
,
as
you
and
all
flesh
and
blood
are
,
and
indeed
I
do
marry
that
I
may
repent
.
Thy
marriage
sooner
than
thy
wickedness
.
I
am
out
o’
friends
,
madam
,
and
I
hope
to
have
friends
for
my
wife’s
sake
.
Such
friends
are
thine
enemies
,
knave
.
You’re
shallow
,
madam
,
in
great
friends
,
for
the
knaves
come
to
do
that
for
me
which
I
am
aweary
of
.
He
that
ears
my
land
spares
my
team
and
gives
me
leave
to
in
the
crop
;
if
I
be
his
cuckold
,
he’s
my
drudge
.
He
that
comforts
my
wife
is
the
cherisher
of
my
flesh
and
blood
;
he
that
cherishes
my
flesh
and
blood
loves
my
flesh
and
blood
;
he
that
loves
my
flesh
and
blood
is
my
friend
.
Ergo
,
he
that
kisses
my
wife
is
my
friend
.
If
men
could
be
contented
to
be
what
they
are
,
there
were
no
fear
in
marriage
,
for
young
Charbon
the
Puritan
and
old
Poysam
the
Papist
,
howsome’er
their
hearts
are
severed
in
religion
,
their
heads
are
both
one
;
they
may
jowl
horns
together
like
any
deer
i’
th’
herd
.
Wilt
thou
ever
be
a
foul-mouthed
and
calumnious
knave
?
A
prophet
I
,
madam
,
and
I
speak
the
truth
the
next
way
:
Sings
.
For
I
the
ballad
will
repeat
Which
men
full
true
shall
find
:
Your
marriage
comes
by
destiny
;
Your
cuckoo
sings
by
kind
.
Get
you
gone
,
sir
.
I’ll
talk
with
you
more
anon
.
May
it
please
you
,
madam
,
that
he
bid
Helen
come
to
you
.
Of
her
I
am
to
speak
.
Sirrah
,
tell
my
gentlewoman
I
would
speak
with
her
—
Helen
,
I
mean
.
ACT 1. SC. 3
sings
Was
this
fair
face
the
cause
,
quoth
she
,
Why
the
Grecians
sackèd
Troy
?
Fond
done
,
done
fond
.
Was
this
King
Priam’s
joy
?
With
that
she
sighèd
as
she
stood
,
With
that
she
sighèd
as
she
stood
,
And
gave
this
sentence
then
:
Among
nine
bad
if
one
be
good
,
Among
nine
bad
if
one
be
good
,
There’s
yet
one
good
in
ten
.
What
,
one
good
in
ten
?
You
corrupt
the
song
,
sirrah
.
One
good
woman
in
ten
,
madam
,
which
is
a
purifying
o’
th’
song
.
Would
God
would
serve
the
world
so
all
the
year
!
We’d
find
no
fault
with
the
tithe-woman
if
I
were
the
parson
.
One
in
ten
,
quoth
he
?
An
we
might
have
a
good
woman
born
but
or
every
blazing
star
or
at
an
earthquake
,
’twould
mend
the
lottery
well
.
A
man
may
draw
his
heart
out
ere
he
pluck
one
.
You’ll
be
gone
,
sir
knave
,
and
do
as
I
command
you
!
That
man
should
be
at
woman’s
command
,
and
yet
no
hurt
done
!
Though
honesty
be
no
Puritan
,
yet
it
will
do
no
hurt
;
it
will
wear
the
surplice
of
humility
over
the
black
gown
of
a
big
heart
.
I
am
going
,
forsooth
.
The
business
is
for
Helen
to
come
hither
.
He
exits
.
Well
,
now
.
I
know
,
madam
,
you
love
your
gentlewoman
entirely
.
Faith
,
I
do
.
Her
father
bequeathed
her
to
me
,
and
she
herself
,
without
other
advantage
,
may
lawfully
make
title
to
as
much
love
as
she
finds
.
There
is
more
owing
her
than
is
paid
,
and
more
shall
be
paid
her
than
she’ll
demand
.
ACT 1. SC. 3
Madam
,
I
was
very
late
more
near
her
than
I
think
she
wished
me
.
Alone
she
was
and
did
communicate
to
herself
her
own
words
to
her
own
ears
;
she
thought
,
I
dare
vow
for
her
,
they
touched
not
any
stranger
sense
.
Her
matter
was
she
loved
your
son
.
Fortune
,
she
said
,
was
no
goddess
,
that
had
put
such
difference
betwixt
their
two
estates
;
Love
no
god
,
that
would
not
extend
his
might
only
where
qualities
were
level
;
Dian
no
queen
of
virgins
,
that
would
suffer
her
poor
knight
surprised
without
rescue
in
the
first
assault
or
ransom
afterward
.
This
she
delivered
in
the
most
bitter
touch
of
sorrow
that
e’er
I
heard
virgin
exclaim
in
,
which
I
held
my
duty
speedily
to
acquaint
you
withal
,
sithence
in
the
loss
that
may
happen
it
concerns
you
something
to
know
it
.
You
have
discharged
this
honestly
.
Keep
it
to
yourself
.
Many
likelihoods
informed
me
of
this
before
,
which
hung
so
tott’ring
in
the
balance
that
I
could
neither
believe
nor
misdoubt
.
Pray
you
leave
me
.
Stall
this
in
your
bosom
,
and
I
thank
you
for
your
honest
care
.
I
will
speak
with
you
further
anon
.
Steward
exits
.
Enter
Helen
.
Aside
.
Even
so
it
was
with
me
when
I
was
young
.
If
ever
we
are
nature’s
,
these
are
ours
.
This
thorn
Doth
to
our
rose
of
youth
rightly
belong
.
Our
blood
to
us
,
this
to
our
blood
is
born
.
It
is
the
show
and
seal
of
nature’s
truth
,
Where
love’s
strong
passion
is
impressed
in
youth
.
By
our
remembrances
of
days
foregone
,
Such
were
our
faults
,
or
then
we
thought
them
none
.
Her
eye
is
sick
on
’t
,
I
observe
her
now
.
What
is
your
pleasure
,
madam
?
ACT 1. SC. 3
You
know
,
Helen
,
I
am
a
mother
to
you
.
Mine
honorable
mistress
.
Nay
,
a
mother
.
Why
not
a
mother
?
When
I
said
a
mother
,
Methought
you
saw
a
serpent
.
What’s
in
mother
That
you
start
at
it
?
I
say
I
am
your
mother
And
put
you
in
the
catalogue
of
those
That
were
enwombèd
mine
.
’Tis
often
seen
Adoption
strives
with
nature
,
and
choice
breeds
A
native
slip
to
us
from
foreign
seeds
.
You
ne’er
oppressed
me
with
a
mother’s
groan
,
Yet
I
express
to
you
a
mother’s
care
.
God’s
mercy
,
maiden
,
does
it
curd
thy
blood
To
say
I
am
thy
mother
?
What’s
the
matter
,
That
this
distempered
messenger
of
wet
,
The
many-colored
Iris
,
rounds
thine
eye
?
Why
?
That
you
are
my
daughter
?
That
I
am
not
.
I
say
I
am
your
mother
.
Pardon
,
madam
.
The
Count
Rossillion
cannot
be
my
brother
.
I
am
from
humble
,
he
from
honored
name
;
No
note
upon
my
parents
,
his
all
noble
.
My
master
,
my
dear
lord
he
is
,
and
I
His
servant
live
and
will
his
vassal
die
.
He
must
not
be
my
brother
.
Nor
I
your
mother
?
You
are
my
mother
,
madam
.
Would
you
were
—
So
that
my
lord
your
son
were
not
my
brother
—
Indeed
my
mother
!
Or
were
you
both
our
mothers
,
I
care
no
more
for
than
I
do
for
heaven
,
So
I
were
not
his
sister
.
Can
’t
no
other
ACT 1. SC. 3
But
,
I
your
daughter
,
he
must
be
my
brother
?
Yes
,
Helen
,
you
might
be
my
daughter-in-law
.
God
shield
you
mean
it
not
!
Daughter
and
mother
So
strive
upon
your
pulse
.
What
,
pale
again
?
My
fear
hath
catched
your
fondness
!
Now
I
see
The
mystery
of
your
loneliness
and
find
Your
salt
tears’
head
.
Now
to
all
sense
’tis
gross
:
You
love
my
son
.
Invention
is
ashamed
Against
the
proclamation
of
thy
passion
To
say
thou
dost
not
.
Therefore
tell
me
true
,
But
tell
me
then
’tis
so
,
for
,
look
,
thy
cheeks
Confess
it
th’
one
to
th’
other
,
and
thine
eyes
See
it
so
grossly
shown
in
thy
behaviors
That
in
their
kind
they
speak
it
.
Only
sin
And
hellish
obstinacy
tie
thy
tongue
That
truth
should
be
suspected
.
Speak
.
Is
’t
so
?
If
it
be
so
,
you
have
wound
a
goodly
clew
;
If
it
be
not
,
forswear
’t
;
howe’er
,
I
charge
thee
,
As
heaven
shall
work
in
me
for
thine
avail
,
To
tell
me
truly
.
Good
madam
,
pardon
me
.
Do
you
love
my
son
?
Your
pardon
,
noble
mistress
.
Love
you
my
son
?
Do
not
you
love
him
,
madam
?
Go
not
about
.
My
love
hath
in
’t
a
bond
Whereof
the
world
takes
note
.
Come
,
come
,
disclose
The
state
of
your
affection
,
for
your
passions
Have
to
the
full
appeached
.
,
kneeling
Then
I
confess
Here
on
my
knee
before
high
heaven
and
you
That
before
you
and
next
unto
high
heaven
ACT 1. SC. 3
I
love
your
son
.
My
friends
were
poor
but
honest
;
so
’s
my
love
.
Be
not
offended
,
for
it
hurts
not
him
That
he
is
loved
of
me
.
I
follow
him
not
By
any
token
of
presumptuous
suit
,
Nor
would
I
have
him
till
I
do
deserve
him
,
Yet
never
know
how
that
desert
should
be
.
I
know
I
love
in
vain
,
strive
against
hope
,
Yet
in
this
captious
and
intenible
sieve
I
still
pour
in
the
waters
of
my
love
And
lack
not
to
lose
still
.
Thus
,
Indian-like
,
Religious
in
mine
error
,
I
adore
The
sun
that
looks
upon
his
worshipper
But
knows
of
him
no
more
.
My
dearest
madam
,
Let
not
your
hate
encounter
with
my
love
For
loving
where
you
do
;
but
if
yourself
,
Whose
agèd
honor
cites
a
virtuous
youth
,
Did
ever
in
so
true
a
flame
of
liking
Wish
chastely
and
love
dearly
,
that
your
Dian
Was
both
herself
and
Love
,
O
then
give
pity
To
her
whose
state
is
such
that
cannot
choose
But
lend
and
give
where
she
is
sure
to
lose
;
That
seeks
not
to
find
that
her
search
implies
,
But
riddle-like
lives
sweetly
where
she
dies
.
Had
you
not
lately
an
intent
—
speak
truly
—
To
go
to
Paris
?
Madam
,
I
had
.
Wherefore
?
Tell
true
.
,
standing
I
will
tell
truth
,
by
grace
itself
I
swear
.
You
know
my
father
left
me
some
prescriptions
Of
rare
and
proved
effects
,
such
as
his
reading
And
manifest
experience
had
collected
For
general
sovereignty
;
and
that
he
willed
me
ACT 1. SC. 3
In
heedfull’st
reservation
to
bestow
them
As
notes
whose
faculties
inclusive
were
More
than
they
were
in
note
.
Amongst
the
rest
There
is
a
remedy
,
approved
,
set
down
,
To
cure
the
desperate
languishings
whereof
The
King
is
rendered
lost
.
This
was
your
motive
for
Paris
,
was
it
?
Speak
.
My
lord
your
son
made
me
to
think
of
this
;
Else
Paris
,
and
the
medicine
,
and
the
King
Had
from
the
conversation
of
my
thoughts
Haply
been
absent
then
.
But
think
you
,
Helen
,
If
you
should
tender
your
supposèd
aid
,
He
would
receive
it
?
He
and
his
physicians
Are
of
a
mind
:
he
that
they
cannot
help
him
,
They
that
they
cannot
help
.
How
shall
they
credit
A
poor
unlearnèd
virgin
,
when
the
schools
Emboweled
of
their
doctrine
have
left
off
The
danger
to
itself
?
There’s
something
in
’t
More
than
my
father’s
skill
,
which
was
the
great’st
Of
his
profession
,
that
his
good
receipt
Shall
for
my
legacy
be
sanctified
By
th’
luckiest
stars
in
heaven
;
and
would
your
Honor
But
give
me
leave
to
try
success
,
I’d
venture
The
well-lost
life
of
mine
on
his
Grace’s
cure
By
such
a
day
,
an
hour
.
Dost
thou
believe
’t
?
Ay
,
madam
,
knowingly
.
Why
,
Helen
,
thou
shalt
have
my
leave
and
love
,
Means
and
attendants
,
and
my
loving
greetings
To
those
of
mine
in
court
.
I’ll
stay
at
home
ACT 1. SC. 3
And
pray
God’s
blessing
into
thy
attempt
.
Be
gone
tomorrow
,
and
be
sure
of
this
:
What
I
can
help
thee
to
thou
shalt
not
miss
.
They
exit
.
ACT
2
Scene
1
Flourish
cornets
.
Enter
the
King
,
attended
,
with
divers
young
Lords
,
taking
leave
for
the
Florentine
war
;
Bertram
Count
Rossillion
,
and
Parolles
.
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
.
’Tis
our
hope
,
sir
,
After
well-entered
soldiers
,
to
return
And
find
your
Grace
in
health
.
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
honor
but
to
wed
it
.
When
The
bravest
questant
shrinks
,
find
what
you
seek
,
That
fame
may
cry
you
loud
.
I
say
farewell
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
Health
at
your
bidding
serve
your
Majesty
!
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
.
Our
hearts
receive
your
warnings
.
Farewell
.
—
Come
hither
to
me
.
The
King
speaks
to
Attendants
,
while
Bertram
,
Parolles
,
and
other
Lords
come
forward
.
,
to
Bertram
O
my
sweet
lord
,
that
you
will
stay
behind
us
!
’Tis
not
his
fault
,
the
spark
.
O
,
’tis
brave
wars
.
Most
admirable
.
I
have
seen
those
wars
.
I
am
commanded
here
and
kept
a
coil
With
Too
young
,
and
The
next
year
,
and
’Tis
too
early
.
An
thy
mind
stand
to
’t
,
boy
,
steal
away
bravely
.
I
shall
stay
here
the
forehorse
to
a
smock
,
Creaking
my
shoes
on
the
plain
masonry
Till
honor
be
bought
up
,
and
no
sword
worn
But
one
to
dance
with
.
By
heaven
,
I’ll
steal
away
!
There’s
honor
in
the
theft
.
Commit
it
,
count
.
I
am
your
accessory
.
And
so
,
farewell
.
I
grow
to
you
,
and
our
parting
is
a
tortured
body
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
Farewell
,
captain
.
Sweet
Monsieur
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
.
We
shall
,
noble
captain
.
Mars
dote
on
you
for
his
novices
.
Lords
exit
.
To
Bertram
.
What
will
you
do
?
Stay
the
King
.
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
.
And
I
will
do
so
.
Worthy
fellows
,
and
like
to
prove
most
sinewy
swordmen
.
Bertram
and
Parolles
exit
.
Enter
Lafew
,
to
the
King
.
,
kneeling
Pardon
,
my
lord
,
for
me
and
for
my
tidings
.
I’ll
fee
thee
to
stand
up
.
,
standing
Then
here’s
a
man
stands
that
has
brought
his
pardon
.
I
would
you
had
kneeled
,
my
lord
,
to
ask
me
mercy
,
And
that
at
my
bidding
you
could
so
stand
up
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
I
would
I
had
,
so
I
had
broke
thy
pate
And
asked
thee
mercy
for
’t
.
Good
faith
,
across
.
But
,
my
good
lord
,
’tis
thus
:
will
you
be
cured
Of
your
infirmity
?
No
.
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
sprightly
fire
and
motion
,
whose
simple
touch
Is
powerful
to
araise
King
Pippen
,
nay
,
To
give
great
Charlemagne
a
pen
in
’s
hand
And
write
to
her
a
love
line
.
What
her
is
this
?
Why
,
Doctor
She
.
My
lord
,
there’s
one
arrived
,
If
you
will
see
her
.
Now
,
by
my
faith
and
honor
,
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
.
Now
,
good
Lafew
,
Bring
in
the
admiration
,
that
we
with
thee
May
spend
our
wonder
too
,
or
take
off
thine
By
wond’ring
how
thou
took’st
it
.
Nay
,
I’ll
fit
you
,
And
not
be
all
day
neither
.
He
goes
to
bring
in
Helen
.
Thus
he
his
special
nothing
ever
prologues
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
Enter
Helen
.
,
to
Helen
Nay
,
come
your
ways
.
This
haste
hath
wings
indeed
.
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
.
He
exits
.
Now
,
fair
one
,
does
your
business
follow
us
?
Ay
,
my
good
lord
,
Gerard
de
Narbon
was
my
father
,
In
what
he
did
profess
well
found
.
I
knew
him
.
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
practice
,
And
of
his
old
experience
th’
only
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
touched
With
that
malignant
cause
wherein
the
honor
Of
my
dear
father’s
gift
stands
chief
in
power
,
I
come
to
tender
it
and
my
appliance
With
all
bound
humbleness
.
We
thank
you
,
maiden
,
But
may
not
be
so
credulous
of
cure
,
When
our
most
learnèd
doctors
leave
us
and
The
congregated
college
have
concluded
That
laboring
art
can
never
ransom
nature
From
her
inaidible
estate
.
I
say
we
must
not
So
stain
our
judgment
or
corrupt
our
hope
ACT 2. SC. 1
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
.
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
again
.
I
cannot
give
thee
less
,
to
be
called
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
.
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
great’st
been
denied
.
Oft
expectation
fails
,
and
most
oft
there
Where
most
it
promises
,
and
oft
it
hits
Where
hope
is
coldest
and
despair
most
shifts
.
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
.
Inspirèd
merit
so
by
breath
is
barred
.
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
ACT 2. SC. 1
The
help
of
heaven
we
count
the
act
of
men
.
Dear
sir
,
to
my
endeavors
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
.
Art
thou
so
confident
?
Within
what
space
Hop’st
thou
my
cure
?
The
greatest
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
quenched
her
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
.
Upon
thy
certainty
and
confidence
What
dar’st
thou
venture
?
Tax
of
impudence
,
A
strumpet’s
boldness
,
a
divulgèd
shame
;
Traduced
by
odious
ballads
,
my
maiden’s
name
Seared
otherwise
;
nay
,
worse
of
worst
,
extended
With
vilest
torture
let
my
life
be
ended
.
Methinks
in
thee
some
blessèd
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
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
Thou
this
to
hazard
needs
must
intimate
Skill
infinite
or
monstrous
desperate
.
Sweet
practicer
,
thy
physic
I
will
try
,
That
ministers
thine
own
death
if
I
die
.
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
?
Make
thy
demand
.
But
will
you
make
it
even
?
Ay
,
by
my
scepter
and
my
hopes
of
heaven
.
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
.
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
cam’st
,
how
tended
on
;
but
rest
Unquestioned
welcome
and
undoubted
blessed
.
—
Give
me
some
help
here
,
ho
!
—
If
thou
proceed
As
high
as
word
,
my
deed
shall
match
thy
deed
.
Flourish
.
They
exit
,
the
King
assisted
.
ACT 2. SC. 2
Scene
2
Enter
Countess
and
Fool
.
Come
on
,
sir
.
I
shall
now
put
you
to
the
height
of
your
breeding
.
I
will
show
myself
highly
fed
and
lowly
taught
.
I
know
my
business
is
but
to
the
court
.
To
the
court
?
Why
,
what
place
make
you
special
when
you
put
off
that
with
such
contempt
?
But
to
the
court
?
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
.
Marry
,
that’s
a
bountiful
answer
that
fits
all
questions
.
It
is
like
a
barber’s
chair
that
fits
all
buttocks
:
the
pin-buttock
,
the
quatch-buttock
,
the
brawn-buttock
,
or
any
buttock
.
Will
your
answer
serve
fit
to
all
questions
?
As
fit
as
ten
groats
is
for
the
hand
of
an
attorney
,
as
your
French
crown
for
your
taffety
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
quean
to
a
wrangling
knave
,
as
the
nun’s
lip
to
the
friar’s
mouth
,
nay
,
as
the
pudding
to
his
skin
.
Have
you
,
I
say
,
an
answer
of
such
fitness
for
all
questions
?
From
below
your
duke
to
beneath
your
constable
,
it
will
fit
any
question
.
It
must
be
an
answer
of
most
monstrous
size
that
must
fit
all
demands
.
ACT 2. SC. 2
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
.
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
?
O
Lord
,
sir
!
—
There’s
a
simple
putting
off
.
More
,
more
,
a
hundred
of
them
.
Sir
,
I
am
a
poor
friend
of
yours
that
loves
you
.
O
Lord
,
sir
!
—
Thick
,
thick
.
Spare
not
me
.
I
think
,
sir
,
you
can
eat
none
of
this
homely
meat
.
O
Lord
,
sir
!
—
Nay
,
put
me
to
’t
,
I
warrant
you
.
You
were
lately
whipped
,
sir
,
as
I
think
.
O
Lord
,
sir
!
—
Spare
not
me
.
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
.
I
ne’er
had
worse
luck
in
my
life
in
my
O
Lord
,
sir
!
I
see
things
may
serve
long
but
not
serve
ever
.
I
play
the
noble
huswife
with
the
time
to
entertain
it
so
merrily
with
a
fool
.
O
Lord
,
sir
!
—
Why
,
there
’t
serves
well
again
.
,
giving
him
a
paper
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
.
Not
much
commendation
to
them
?
Not
much
employment
for
you
.
You
understand
me
.
Most
fruitfully
.
I
am
there
before
my
legs
.
Haste
you
again
.
They
exit
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
Scene
3
Enter
Count
Bertram
,
Lafew
,
and
Parolles
.
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
.
Why
,
’tis
the
rarest
argument
of
wonder
that
hath
shot
out
in
our
latter
times
.
And
so
’tis
.
To
be
relinquished
of
the
artists
—
So
I
say
,
both
of
Galen
and
Paracelsus
.
Of
all
the
learned
and
authentic
fellows
—
Right
,
so
I
say
.
That
gave
him
out
incurable
—
Why
,
there
’tis
.
So
say
I
too
.
Not
to
be
helped
.
Right
,
as
’twere
a
man
assured
of
a
—
Uncertain
life
and
sure
death
.
Just
.
You
say
well
.
So
would
I
have
said
.
I
may
truly
say
it
is
a
novelty
to
the
world
.
It
is
indeed
.
If
you
will
have
it
in
showing
,
you
shall
read
it
in
what-do-you-call
there
.
He
points
to
a
paper
in
Lafew’s
hand
.
reads
A
showing
of
a
heavenly
effect
in
an
earthly
actor
.
That’s
it
.
I
would
have
said
the
very
same
.
Why
,
your
dolphin
is
not
lustier
.
’Fore
me
,
I
speak
in
respect
—
Nay
,
’tis
strange
,
’tis
very
strange
;
that
is
the
brief
and
the
tedious
of
it
;
and
he’s
of
a
most
facinorous
spirit
that
will
not
acknowledge
it
to
be
the
—
Very
hand
of
heaven
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
Ay
,
so
I
say
.
In
a
most
weak
—
And
debile
minister
.
Great
power
,
great
transcendence
,
which
should
indeed
give
us
a
further
use
to
be
made
than
alone
the
recov’ry
of
the
King
,
as
to
be
—
Generally
thankful
.
Enter
King
,
Helen
,
and
Attendants
.
I
would
have
said
it
.
You
say
well
.
Here
comes
the
King
.
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
.
Mort
du
vinaigre
!
Is
not
this
Helen
?
’Fore
God
,
I
think
so
.
Go
,
call
before
me
all
the
lords
in
court
.
An
Attendant
exits
.
Sit
,
my
preserver
,
by
thy
patient’s
side
,
And
with
this
healthful
hand
,
whose
banished
sense
Thou
hast
repealed
,
a
second
time
receive
The
confirmation
of
my
promised
gift
,
Which
but
attends
thy
naming
.
Enter
three
or
four
Court
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
.
To
each
of
you
one
fair
and
virtuous
mistress
Fall
when
Love
please
!
Marry
,
to
each
but
one
.
,
aside
I’d
give
bay
Curtal
and
his
furniture
ACT 2. SC. 3
My
mouth
no
more
were
broken
than
these
boys’
And
writ
as
little
beard
.
Peruse
them
well
.
Not
one
of
those
but
had
a
noble
father
.
Gentlemen
,
Heaven
hath
through
me
restored
the
King
to
health
.
We
understand
it
and
thank
heaven
for
you
.
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
forever
;
We’ll
ne’er
come
there
again
.
Make
choice
and
see
.
Who
shuns
thy
love
shuns
all
his
love
in
me
.
Now
,
Dian
,
from
thy
altar
do
I
fly
,
And
to
imperial
Love
,
that
god
most
high
,
Do
my
sighs
stream
.
She
addresses
her
to
a
Lord
.
Sir
,
will
you
hear
my
suit
?
And
grant
it
.
Thanks
,
sir
.
All
the
rest
is
mute
.
,
aside
I
had
rather
be
in
this
choice
than
throw
ambs-ace
for
my
life
.
,
to
another
Lord
The
honor
,
sir
,
that
flames
in
your
fair
eyes
Before
I
speak
too
threat’ningly
replies
.
Love
make
your
fortunes
twenty
times
above
Her
that
so
wishes
,
and
her
humble
love
.
No
better
,
if
you
please
.
My
wish
receive
,
ACT 2. SC. 3
Which
great
Love
grant
,
and
so
I
take
my
leave
.
,
aside
Do
all
they
deny
her
?
An
they
were
sons
of
mine
,
I’d
have
them
whipped
,
or
I
would
send
them
to
th’
Turk
to
make
eunuchs
of
.
,
to
another
Lord
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
.
,
aside
These
boys
are
boys
of
ice
;
they’ll
none
have
her
.
Sure
they
are
bastards
to
the
English
;
the
French
ne’er
got
’em
.
,
to
another
Lord
You
are
too
young
,
too
happy
,
and
too
good
To
make
yourself
a
son
out
of
my
blood
.
Fair
one
,
I
think
not
so
.
,
aside
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
.
,
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
.
Why
then
,
young
Bertram
,
take
her
.
She’s
thy
wife
.
My
wife
,
my
liege
?
I
shall
beseech
your
Highness
In
such
a
business
give
me
leave
to
use
The
help
of
mine
own
eyes
.
Know’st
thou
not
,
Bertram
,
What
she
has
done
for
me
?
Yes
,
my
good
lord
,
But
never
hope
to
know
why
I
should
marry
her
.
Thou
know’st
she
has
raised
me
from
my
sickly
bed
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
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
!
’Tis
only
title
thou
disdain’st
in
her
,
the
which
I
can
build
up
.
Strange
is
it
that
our
bloods
,
Of
color
,
weight
,
and
heat
,
poured
all
together
,
Would
quite
confound
distinction
,
yet
stands
off
In
differences
so
mighty
.
If
she
be
All
that
is
virtuous
,
save
what
thou
dislik’st
—
A
poor
physician’s
daughter
—
thou
dislik’st
Of
virtue
for
the
name
.
But
do
not
so
.
From
lowest
place
whence
virtuous
things
proceed
,
The
place
is
dignified
by
th’
doer’s
deed
.
Where
great
additions
swell
’s
,
and
virtue
none
,
It
is
a
dropsied
honor
.
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
honor
.
That
is
honor’s
scorn
Which
challenges
itself
as
honor’s
born
And
is
not
like
the
sire
.
Honors
thrive
When
rather
from
our
acts
we
them
derive
Than
our
foregoers
.
The
mere
word’s
a
slave
Debauched
on
every
tomb
,
on
every
grave
A
lying
trophy
,
and
as
oft
is
dumb
Where
dust
and
damned
oblivion
is
the
tomb
Of
honored
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
,
honor
and
wealth
from
me
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
I
cannot
love
her
,
nor
will
strive
to
do
’t
.
Thou
wrong’st
thyself
if
thou
shouldst
strive
to
choose
.
That
you
are
well
restored
,
my
lord
,
I’m
glad
.
Let
the
rest
go
.
My
honor’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
honor
where
We
please
to
have
it
grow
.
Check
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
forever
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
.
Pardon
,
my
gracious
lord
,
for
I
submit
My
fancy
to
your
eyes
.
When
I
consider
What
great
creation
and
what
dole
of
honor
Flies
where
you
bid
it
,
I
find
that
she
which
late
Was
in
my
nobler
thoughts
most
base
is
now
The
praisèd
of
the
King
,
who
,
so
ennobled
,
Is
as
’twere
born
so
.
Take
her
by
the
hand
,
ACT 2. SC. 3
And
tell
her
she
is
thine
,
to
whom
I
promise
A
counterpoise
,
if
not
to
thy
estate
,
A
balance
more
replete
.
I
take
her
hand
.
Good
fortune
and
the
favor
of
the
King
Smile
upon
this
contract
,
whose
ceremony
Shall
seem
expedient
on
the
now-born
brief
And
be
performed
tonight
.
The
solemn
feast
Shall
more
attend
upon
the
coming
space
,
Expecting
absent
friends
.
As
thou
lov’st
her
Thy
love’s
to
me
religious
;
else
,
does
err
.
They
exit
.
Parolles
and
Lafew
stay
behind
,
commenting
of
this
wedding
.
Do
you
hear
,
monsieur
?
A
word
with
you
.
Your
pleasure
,
sir
.
Your
lord
and
master
did
well
to
make
his
recantation
.
Recantation
?
My
lord
?
My
master
?
Ay
.
Is
it
not
a
language
I
speak
?
A
most
harsh
one
,
and
not
to
be
understood
without
bloody
succeeding
.
My
master
?
Are
you
companion
to
the
Count
Rossillion
?
To
any
count
,
to
all
counts
,
to
what
is
man
.
To
what
is
count’s
man
.
Count’s
master
is
of
another
style
.
You
are
too
old
,
sir
;
let
it
satisfy
you
,
you
are
too
old
.
I
must
tell
thee
,
sirrah
,
I
write
man
,
to
which
title
age
cannot
bring
thee
.
What
I
dare
too
well
do
,
I
dare
not
do
.
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
scarves
and
the
bannerets
about
thee
did
manifoldly
dissuade
me
from
believing
thee
a
vessel
of
too
great
a
burden
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
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
’rt
scarce
worth
.
Hadst
thou
not
the
privilege
of
antiquity
upon
thee
—
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
.
My
lord
,
you
give
me
most
egregious
indignity
.
Ay
,
with
all
my
heart
,
and
thou
art
worthy
of
it
.
I
have
not
,
my
lord
,
deserved
it
.
Yes
,
good
faith
,
ev’ry
dram
of
it
,
and
I
will
not
bate
thee
a
scruple
.
Well
,
I
shall
be
wiser
.
Ev’n
as
soon
as
thou
canst
,
for
thou
hast
to
pull
at
a
smack
o’
th’
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
.
My
lord
,
you
do
me
most
insupportable
vexation
.
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
.
He
exits
.
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
have
of
—
I’ll
beat
him
,
an
if
I
could
but
meet
him
again
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
Enter
Lafew
.
Sirrah
,
your
lord
and
master’s
married
.
There’s
news
for
you
:
you
have
a
new
mistress
.
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
.
Who
?
God
?
Ay
,
sir
.
The
devil
it
is
that’s
thy
master
.
Why
dost
thou
garter
up
thy
arms
o’
this
fashion
?
Dost
make
hose
of
thy
sleeves
?
Do
other
servants
so
?
Thou
wert
best
set
thy
lower
part
where
thy
nose
stands
.
By
mine
honor
,
if
I
were
but
two
hours
younger
,
I’d
beat
thee
.
Methink’st
thou
art
a
general
offense
,
and
every
man
should
beat
thee
.
I
think
thou
wast
created
for
men
to
breathe
themselves
upon
thee
.
This
is
hard
and
undeserved
measure
,
my
lord
.
Go
to
,
sir
.
You
were
beaten
in
Italy
for
picking
a
kernel
out
of
a
pomegranate
.
You
are
a
vagabond
,
and
no
true
traveler
.
You
are
more
saucy
with
lords
and
honorable
personages
than
the
commission
of
your
birth
and
virtue
gives
you
heraldry
.
You
are
not
worth
another
word
;
else
I’d
call
you
knave
.
I
leave
you
.
He
exits
.
Good
,
very
good
!
It
is
so
,
then
.
Good
,
very
good
.
Let
it
be
concealed
awhile
.
Enter
Bertram
Count
Rossillion
.
Undone
,
and
forfeited
to
cares
forever
!
What’s
the
matter
,
sweetheart
?
Although
before
the
solemn
priest
I
have
sworn
,
I
will
not
bed
her
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
What
,
what
,
sweetheart
?
O
my
Parolles
,
they
have
married
me
!
I’ll
to
the
Tuscan
wars
and
never
bed
her
.
France
is
a
dog-hole
,
and
it
no
more
merits
the
tread
of
a
man’s
foot
.
To
th’
wars
!
There’s
letters
from
my
mother
.
What
th’
import
is
I
know
not
yet
.
Ay
,
that
would
be
known
.
To
th’
wars
,
my
boy
,
to
th’
wars
!
He
wears
his
honor
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
th’
war
!
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
.
Wars
is
no
strife
To
the
dark
house
and
the
detested
wife
.
Will
this
capriccio
hold
in
thee
?
Art
sure
?
Go
with
me
to
my
chamber
,
and
advise
me
.
I’ll
send
her
straight
away
.
Tomorrow
I’ll
to
the
wars
,
she
to
her
single
sorrow
.
Why
,
these
balls
bound
;
there’s
noise
in
it
.
’Tis
hard
.
A
young
man
married
is
a
man
that’s
marred
.
Therefore
away
,
and
leave
her
bravely
.
Go
.
The
King
has
done
you
wrong
,
but
hush
,
’tis
so
.
They
exit
.
ACT 2. SC. 4
Scene
4
Enter
Helen
with
a
paper
,
and
Fool
.
My
mother
greets
me
kindly
.
Is
she
well
?
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’
th’
world
,
but
yet
she
is
not
well
.
If
she
be
very
well
,
what
does
she
ail
that
she’s
not
very
well
?
Truly
,
she’s
very
well
indeed
,
but
for
two
things
.
What
two
things
?
One
,
that
she’s
not
in
heaven
,
whither
God
send
her
quickly
;
the
other
,
that
she’s
in
Earth
earth
,
from
whence
God
send
her
quickly
.
Enter
Parolles
.
Bless
you
,
my
fortunate
lady
.
I
hope
,
sir
,
I
have
your
good
will
to
have
mine
own
good
fortunes
.
You
had
my
prayers
to
lead
them
on
,
and
to
keep
them
on
have
them
still
.
—
O
my
knave
,
how
does
my
old
lady
?
So
that
you
had
her
wrinkles
and
I
her
money
,
I
would
she
did
as
you
say
.
Why
,
I
say
nothing
.
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
.
Away
.
Thou
’rt
a
knave
.
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
.
Go
to
.
Thou
art
a
witty
fool
.
I
have
found
thee
.
ACT 2. SC. 4
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
.
A
good
knave
,
i’
faith
,
and
well
fed
.
Madam
,
my
lord
will
go
away
tonight
;
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
compelled
restraint
,
Whose
want
and
whose
delay
is
strewed
with
sweets
,
Which
they
distill
now
in
the
curbèd
time
To
make
the
coming
hour
o’erflow
with
joy
And
pleasure
drown
the
brim
.
What’s
his
will
else
?
That
you
will
take
your
instant
leave
o’
th’
King
And
make
this
haste
as
your
own
good
proceeding
,
Strengthened
with
what
apology
you
think
May
make
it
probable
need
.
What
more
commands
he
?
That
,
having
this
obtained
,
you
presently
Attend
his
further
pleasure
.
In
everything
I
wait
upon
his
will
.
I
shall
report
it
so
.
Parolles
exits
.
,
to
Fool
I
pray
you
,
come
,
sirrah
.
They
exit
.
ACT 2. SC. 5
Scene
5
Enter
Lafew
and
Bertram
.
But
I
hope
your
Lordship
thinks
not
him
a
soldier
.
Yes
,
my
lord
,
and
of
very
valiant
approof
.
You
have
it
from
his
own
deliverance
.
And
by
other
warranted
testimony
.
Then
my
dial
goes
not
true
.
I
took
this
lark
for
a
bunting
.
I
do
assure
you
,
my
lord
,
he
is
very
great
in
knowledge
and
accordingly
valiant
.
I
have
then
sinned
against
his
experience
and
transgressed
against
his
valor
,
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
.
,
to
Bertram
These
things
shall
be
done
,
sir
.
,
to
Bertram
Pray
you
,
sir
,
who’s
his
tailor
?
Sir
?
O
,
I
know
him
well
.
Ay
,
sir
,
he
,
sir
,
’s
a
good
workman
,
a
very
good
tailor
.
,
aside
to
Parolles
Is
she
gone
to
the
King
?
She
is
.
Will
she
away
tonight
?
As
you’ll
have
her
.
I
have
writ
my
letters
,
casketed
my
treasure
,
Given
order
for
our
horses
,
and
tonight
,
When
I
should
take
possession
of
the
bride
,
End
ere
I
do
begin
.
,
aside
A
good
traveler
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
ACT 2. SC. 5
with
,
should
be
once
heard
and
thrice
beaten
.
—
God
save
you
,
captain
.
,
to
Parolles
Is
there
any
unkindness
between
my
lord
and
you
,
monsieur
?
I
know
not
how
I
have
deserved
to
run
into
my
lord’s
displeasure
.
You
have
made
shift
to
run
into
’t
,
boots
and
spurs
and
all
,
like
him
that
leapt
into
the
custard
;
and
out
of
it
you’ll
run
again
rather
than
suffer
question
for
your
residence
.
It
may
be
you
have
mistaken
him
,
my
lord
.
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
.
He
exits
.
An
idle
lord
,
I
swear
.
I
think
not
so
.
Why
,
do
you
not
know
him
?
Yes
,
I
do
know
him
well
,
and
common
speech
Gives
him
a
worthy
pass
.
Enter
Helen
.
Here
comes
my
clog
.
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
.
I
shall
obey
his
will
.
You
must
not
marvel
,
Helen
,
at
my
course
,
ACT 2. SC. 5
Which
holds
not
color
with
the
time
,
nor
does
The
ministration
and
requirèd
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
your
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
.
Giving
her
a
paper
.
This
to
my
mother
.
’Twill
be
two
days
ere
I
shall
see
you
,
so
I
leave
you
to
your
wisdom
.
Sir
,
I
can
nothing
say
But
that
I
am
your
most
obedient
servant
—
Come
,
come
,
no
more
of
that
.
And
ever
shall
With
true
observance
seek
to
eke
out
that
Wherein
toward
me
my
homely
stars
have
failed
To
equal
my
great
fortune
.
Let
that
go
.
My
haste
is
very
great
.
Farewell
.
Hie
home
.
Pray
,
sir
,
your
pardon
.
Well
,
what
would
you
say
?
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
.
What
would
you
have
?
Something
,
and
scarce
so
much
;
nothing
,
indeed
.
ACT 2. SC. 5
I
would
not
tell
you
what
I
would
,
my
lord
.
Faith
,
yes
:
Strangers
and
foes
do
sunder
and
not
kiss
.
I
pray
you
stay
not
,
but
in
haste
to
horse
.
I
shall
not
break
your
bidding
,
good
my
lord
.
—
Where
are
my
other
men
?
—
Monsieur
,
farewell
.
She
exits
.
Go
thou
toward
home
,
where
I
will
never
come
Whilst
I
can
shake
my
sword
or
hear
the
drum
.
—
Away
,
and
for
our
flight
.
Bravely
,
coraggio
!
They
exit
.
ACT
3
Scene
1
Flourish
.
Enter
the
Duke
of
Florence
,
the
two
French
Lords
,
with
a
troop
of
Soldiers
.
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
.
Holy
seems
the
quarrel
Upon
your
Grace’s
part
,
black
and
fearful
On
the
opposer
.
Therefore
we
marvel
much
our
cousin
France
Would
in
so
just
a
business
shut
his
bosom
Against
our
borrowing
prayers
.
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
guessed
.
Be
it
his
pleasure
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
But
I
am
sure
the
younger
of
our
nation
,
That
surfeit
on
their
ease
,
will
day
by
day
Come
here
for
physic
.
Welcome
shall
they
be
,
And
all
the
honors
that
can
fly
from
us
Shall
on
them
settle
.
You
know
your
places
well
.
When
better
fall
,
for
your
avails
they
fell
.
Tomorrow
to
th’
field
.
Flourish
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Countess
,
with
a
paper
,
and
Fool
.
It
hath
happened
all
as
I
would
have
had
it
,
save
that
he
comes
not
along
with
her
.
By
my
troth
,
I
take
my
young
lord
to
be
a
very
melancholy
man
.
By
what
observance
,
I
pray
you
?
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
.
Let
me
see
what
he
writes
and
when
he
means
to
come
.
She
opens
the
letter
.
I
have
no
mind
to
Isbel
since
I
was
at
court
.
Our
old
lings
and
our
Isbels
o’
th’
country
are
nothing
like
your
old
ling
and
your
Isbels
o’
th’
court
.
The
brains
of
my
Cupid’s
knocked
out
,
and
I
begin
to
love
as
an
old
man
loves
money
,
with
no
stomach
.
What
have
we
here
?
E’en
that
you
have
there
.
He
exits
.
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
ACT 3. SC. 2
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
favors
of
so
good
a
king
,
To
pluck
his
indignation
on
thy
head
By
the
misprizing
of
a
maid
too
virtuous
For
the
contempt
of
empire
.
Enter
Fool
.
O
madam
,
yonder
is
heavy
news
within
,
between
two
soldiers
and
my
young
lady
.
What
is
the
matter
?
Nay
,
there
is
some
comfort
in
the
news
,
some
comfort
.
Your
son
will
not
be
killed
so
soon
as
I
thought
he
would
.
Why
should
he
be
killed
?
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
.
He
exits
.
Enter
Helen
,
with
a
paper
,
and
two
Gentlemen
.
,
to
Countess
Save
you
,
good
madam
.
Madam
,
my
lord
is
gone
,
forever
gone
.
Do
not
say
so
.
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
?
ACT 3. SC. 2
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
.
Look
on
his
letter
,
madam
;
here’s
my
passport
.
She
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
.
Brought
you
this
letter
,
gentlemen
?
Ay
,
madam
,
And
for
the
contents’
sake
are
sorry
for
our
pains
.
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
?
Ay
,
madam
.
And
to
be
a
soldier
?
Such
is
his
noble
purpose
,
and
,
believe
’t
,
The
Duke
will
lay
upon
him
all
the
honor
That
good
convenience
claims
.
Return
you
thither
?
Ay
,
madam
,
with
the
swiftest
wing
of
speed
.
reads
Till
I
have
no
wife
I
have
nothing
in
France
.
’Tis
bitter
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
Find
you
that
there
?
Ay
,
madam
.
’Tis
but
the
boldness
of
his
hand
,
haply
,
Which
his
heart
was
not
consenting
to
.
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
?
A
servant
only
,
and
a
gentleman
Which
I
have
sometime
known
.
Parolles
was
it
not
?
Ay
,
my
good
lady
,
he
.
A
very
tainted
fellow
,
and
full
of
wickedness
.
My
son
corrupts
a
well-derivèd
nature
With
his
inducement
.
Indeed
,
good
lady
,
The
fellow
has
a
deal
of
that
too
much
Which
holds
him
much
to
have
.
You’re
welcome
,
gentlemen
.
I
will
entreat
you
when
you
see
my
son
To
tell
him
that
his
sword
can
never
win
The
honor
that
he
loses
.
More
I’ll
entreat
you
Written
to
bear
along
.
We
serve
you
,
madam
,
In
that
and
all
your
worthiest
affairs
.
Not
so
,
but
as
we
change
our
courtesies
.
Will
you
draw
near
?
She
exits
with
the
Gentlemen
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
Till
I
have
no
wife
I
have
nothing
in
France
.
Nothing
in
France
until
he
has
no
wife
.
Thou
shalt
have
none
,
Rossillion
,
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-’pearing
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
roared
With
sharp
constraint
of
hunger
;
better
’twere
That
all
the
miseries
which
nature
owes
Were
mine
at
once
.
No
,
come
thou
home
,
Rossillion
,
Whence
honor
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
rumor
may
report
my
flight
To
consolate
thine
ear
.
Come
,
night
;
end
,
day
;
For
with
the
dark
,
poor
thief
,
I’ll
steal
away
.
She
exits
.
ACT 3. SC. 4
Scene
3
Flourish
.
Enter
the
Duke
of
Florence
,
Bertram
Count
Rossillion
,
Drum
and
Trumpets
,
Soldiers
,
Parolles
.
,
to
Bertram
The
general
of
our
horse
thou
art
,
and
we
,
Great
in
our
hope
,
lay
our
best
love
and
credence
Upon
thy
promising
fortune
.
Sir
,
it
is
A
charge
too
heavy
for
my
strength
,
but
yet
We’ll
strive
to
bear
it
for
your
worthy
sake
To
th’
extreme
edge
of
hazard
.
Then
go
thou
forth
,
And
Fortune
play
upon
thy
prosperous
helm
As
thy
auspicious
mistress
.
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
.
All
exit
.
Scene
4
Enter
Countess
and
Steward
,
with
a
paper
.
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
.
reads
the
letter
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
.
ACT 3. SC. 4
Bless
him
at
home
in
peace
,
whilst
I
from
far
His
name
with
zealous
fervor
sanctify
.
His
taken
labors
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
.
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
.
Pardon
me
,
madam
.
If
I
had
given
you
this
at
overnight
,
She
might
have
been
o’erta’en
.
And
yet
she
writes
Pursuit
would
be
but
vain
.
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
.
They
exit
.
ACT 3. SC. 5
Scene
5
A
tucket
afar
off
.
Enter
old
Widow
of
Florence
,
her
daughter
Diana
,
and
Mariana
,
with
other
Citizens
.
Nay
,
come
,
for
if
they
do
approach
the
city
,
we
shall
lose
all
the
sight
.
They
say
the
French
count
has
done
most
honorable
service
.
It
is
reported
that
he
has
taken
their
great’st
commander
,
and
that
with
his
own
hand
he
slew
the
Duke’s
brother
.
A
trumpet
sounds
.
We
have
lost
our
labor
.
They
are
gone
a
contrary
way
.
Hark
,
you
may
know
by
their
trumpets
.
Come
,
let’s
return
again
and
suffice
ourselves
with
the
report
of
it
.
—
Well
,
Diana
,
take
heed
of
this
French
earl
.
The
honor
of
a
maid
is
her
name
,
and
no
legacy
is
so
rich
as
honesty
.
,
to
Diana
I
have
told
my
neighbor
how
you
have
been
solicited
by
a
gentleman
,
his
companion
.
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
wrack
of
maidenhood
cannot
for
all
that
dissuade
succession
,
but
that
they
are
limed
with
the
twigs
that
threatens
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
.
You
shall
not
need
to
fear
me
.
I
hope
so
.
ACT 3. SC. 5
Enter
Helen
as
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
bound
?
,
as
pilgrim
To
Saint
Jaques
le
Grand
.
Where
do
the
palmers
lodge
,
I
do
beseech
you
?
At
the
Saint
Francis
here
beside
the
port
.
,
as
pilgrim
Is
this
the
way
?
A
march
afar
.
Ay
,
marry
,
is
’t
.
—
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
.
,
as
pilgrim
Is
it
yourself
?
If
you
shall
please
so
,
pilgrim
.
,
as
pilgrim
I
thank
you
,
and
will
stay
upon
your
leisure
.
You
came
I
think
from
France
?
,
as
pilgrim
I
did
so
.
Here
you
shall
see
a
countryman
of
yours
That
has
done
worthy
service
.
,
as
pilgrim
His
name
,
I
pray
you
?
The
Count
Rossillion
.
Know
you
such
a
one
?
,
as
pilgrim
But
by
the
ear
,
that
hears
most
nobly
of
him
.
His
face
I
know
not
.
Whatsome’er
he
is
,
He’s
bravely
taken
here
.
He
stole
from
France
,
ACT 3. SC. 5
As
’tis
reported
,
for
the
King
had
married
him
Against
his
liking
.
Think
you
it
is
so
?
,
as
pilgrim
Ay
,
surely
,
mere
the
truth
.
I
know
his
lady
.
There
is
a
gentleman
that
serves
the
Count
Reports
but
coarsely
of
her
.
,
as
pilgrim
What’s
his
name
?
Monsieur
Parolles
.
,
as
pilgrim
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
reservèd
honesty
,
and
that
I
have
not
heard
examined
.
Alas
,
poor
lady
,
’Tis
a
hard
bondage
to
become
the
wife
Of
a
detesting
lord
.
I
warrant
,
good
creature
,
wheresoe’er
she
is
,
Her
heart
weighs
sadly
.
This
young
maid
might
do
her
A
shrewd
turn
if
she
pleased
.
,
as
pilgrim
How
do
you
mean
?
Maybe
the
amorous
count
solicits
her
In
the
unlawful
purpose
?
He
does
indeed
,
And
brokes
with
all
that
can
in
such
a
suit
Corrupt
the
tender
honor
of
a
maid
,
But
she
is
armed
for
him
and
keeps
her
guard
In
honestest
defense
.
The
gods
forbid
else
!
ACT 3. SC. 5
Drum
and
Colors
.
Enter
Bertram
Count
Rossillion
,
Parolles
,
and
the
whole
Army
.
So
,
now
they
come
.
That
is
Antonio
,
the
Duke’s
eldest
son
;
That
,
Escalus
.
,
as
pilgrim
Which
is
the
Frenchman
?
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
?
,
as
pilgrim
I
like
him
well
.
’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
.
,
as
pilgrim
Which
is
he
?
That
jackanapes
with
scarves
.
Why
is
he
melancholy
?
,
as
pilgrim
Perchance
he’s
hurt
i’
th’
battle
.
Lose
our
drum
?
Well
.
He’s
shrewdly
vexed
at
something
.
Look
,
he
has
spied
us
.
,
to
Parolles
Marry
,
hang
you
.
,
to
Parolles
And
your
courtesy
,
for
a
ring-carrier
.
Bertram
,
Parolles
,
and
the
army
exit
.
The
troop
is
passed
.
Come
,
pilgrim
,
I
will
bring
you
Where
you
shall
host
.
Of
enjoined
penitents
There’s
four
or
five
,
to
Great
Saint
Jaques
bound
,
Already
at
my
house
.
,
as
pilgrim
I
humbly
thank
you
.
Please
it
this
matron
and
this
gentle
maid
To
eat
with
us
tonight
,
the
charge
and
thanking
ACT 3. SC. 6
Shall
be
for
me
.
And
to
requite
you
further
,
I
will
bestow
some
precepts
of
this
virgin
Worthy
the
note
.
We’ll
take
your
offer
kindly
.
They
exit
.
Scene
6
Enter
Bertram
Count
Rossillion
and
the
French
Lords
,
as
at
first
.
Nay
,
good
my
lord
,
put
him
to
’t
.
Let
him
have
his
way
.
If
your
Lordship
find
him
not
a
hilding
,
hold
me
no
more
in
your
respect
.
On
my
life
,
my
lord
,
a
bubble
.
Do
you
think
I
am
so
far
deceived
in
him
?
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
.
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
.
I
would
I
knew
in
what
particular
action
to
try
him
.
None
better
than
to
let
him
fetch
off
his
drum
,
which
you
hear
him
so
confidently
undertake
to
do
.
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
ACT 3. SC. 6
but
that
he
is
carried
into
the
leaguer
of
the
adversary’s
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
anything
.
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
.
,
aside
to
Bertram
O
,
for
the
love
of
laughter
,
hinder
not
the
honor
of
his
design
.
Let
him
fetch
off
his
drum
in
any
hand
.
,
to
Parolles
How
now
,
monsieur
?
This
drum
sticks
sorely
in
your
disposition
.
A
pox
on
’t
!
Let
it
go
.
’Tis
but
a
drum
.
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
!
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
.
Well
,
we
cannot
greatly
condemn
our
success
.
Some
dishonor
we
had
in
the
loss
of
that
drum
,
but
it
is
not
to
be
recovered
.
It
might
have
been
recovered
.
It
might
,
but
it
is
not
now
.
ACT 3. SC. 6
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
.
Why
,
if
you
have
a
stomach
,
to
’t
,
monsieur
!
If
you
think
your
mystery
in
stratagem
can
bring
this
instrument
of
honor
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
.
By
the
hand
of
a
soldier
,
I
will
undertake
it
.
But
you
must
not
now
slumber
in
it
.
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
.
May
I
be
bold
to
acquaint
his
Grace
you
are
gone
about
it
?
I
know
not
what
the
success
will
be
,
my
lord
,
but
the
attempt
I
vow
.
I
know
thou
’rt
valiant
,
and
to
the
possibility
of
thy
soldiership
will
subscribe
for
thee
.
Farewell
.
I
love
not
many
words
.
He
exits
.
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
?
You
do
not
know
him
,
my
lord
,
as
we
do
.
Certain
it
is
that
he
will
steal
himself
into
a
man’s
favor
and
for
a
week
escape
a
great
deal
of
discoveries
,
but
when
you
find
him
out
,
you
have
him
ever
after
.
ACT 3. SC. 6
Why
,
do
you
think
he
will
make
no
deed
at
all
of
this
that
so
seriously
he
does
address
himself
unto
?
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
tonight
;
for
indeed
he
is
not
for
your
Lordship’s
respect
.
We’ll
make
you
some
sport
with
the
fox
ere
we
case
him
.
He
was
first
smoked
by
the
old
Lord
Lafew
.
When
his
disguise
and
he
is
parted
,
tell
me
what
a
sprat
you
shall
find
him
,
which
you
shall
see
this
very
night
.
I
must
go
look
my
twigs
.
He
shall
be
caught
.
Your
brother
he
shall
go
along
with
me
.
As
’t
please
your
Lordship
.
I’ll
leave
you
.
He
exits
.
Now
will
I
lead
you
to
the
house
and
show
you
The
lass
I
spoke
of
.
But
you
say
she’s
honest
.
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’
th’
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
?
With
all
my
heart
,
my
lord
.
They
exit
.
ACT 3. SC. 7
Scene
7
Enter
Helen
and
Widow
.
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
.
Though
my
estate
be
fall’n
,
I
was
well
born
,
Nothing
acquainted
with
these
businesses
,
And
would
not
put
my
reputation
now
In
any
staining
act
.
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
.
I
should
believe
you
,
For
you
have
showed
me
that
which
well
approves
You’re
great
in
fortune
.
Take
this
purse
of
gold
,
And
let
me
buy
your
friendly
help
thus
far
,
Which
I
will
overpay
and
pay
again
When
I
have
found
it
.
The
Count
he
woos
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
naught
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
.
ACT 3. SC. 7
Now
I
see
the
bottom
of
your
purpose
.
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
,
To
marry
her
,
I’ll
add
three
thousand
crowns
To
what
is
passed
already
.
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
.
Why
then
tonight
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
.
They
exit
.
ACT
4
Scene
1
Enter
one
of
the
French
Lords
,
with
five
or
six
other
Soldiers
in
ambush
.
He
can
come
no
other
way
but
by
this
hedge
corner
.
When
you
sally
upon
him
,
speak
what
terrible
language
you
will
.
Though
you
understand
it
not
yourselves
,
no
matter
.
For
we
must
not
seem
to
understand
him
,
unless
some
one
among
us
whom
we
must
produce
for
an
interpreter
.
Good
captain
,
let
me
be
th’
interpreter
.
Art
not
acquainted
with
him
?
Knows
he
not
thy
voice
?
No
,
sir
,
I
warrant
you
.
But
what
linsey-woolsey
hast
thou
to
speak
to
us
again
?
E’en
such
as
you
speak
to
me
.
He
must
think
us
some
band
of
strangers
i’
th’
adversary’s
entertainment
.
Now
,
he
hath
a
smack
of
all
neighboring
languages
.
Therefore
we
must
every
one
be
a
man
of
his
own
fancy
,
not
to
know
what
we
speak
one
to
another
.
So
we
seem
to
know
is
to
know
straight
our
purpose
:
choughs’
language
,
gabble
enough
and
good
enough
.
As
for
you
,
interpreter
,
you
must
seem
very
politic
.
But
couch
,
ho
!
Here
he
comes
to
beguile
two
hours
in
ACT 4. SC. 1
a
sleep
and
then
to
return
and
swear
the
lies
he
forges
.
They
move
aside
.
Enter
Parolles
.
Ten
o’clock
.
Within
these
three
hours
’twill
be
time
enough
to
go
home
.
What
shall
I
say
I
have
done
?
It
must
be
a
very
plausive
invention
that
carries
it
.
They
begin
to
smoke
me
,
and
disgraces
have
of
late
knocked
too
often
at
my
door
.
I
find
my
tongue
is
too
foolhardy
,
but
my
heart
hath
the
fear
of
Mars
before
it
,
and
of
his
creatures
,
not
daring
the
reports
of
my
tongue
.
,
aside
This
is
the
first
truth
that
e’er
thine
own
tongue
was
guilty
of
.
What
the
devil
should
move
me
to
undertake
the
recovery
of
this
drum
,
being
not
ignorant
of
the
impossibility
and
knowing
I
had
no
such
purpose
?
I
must
give
myself
some
hurts
and
say
I
got
them
in
exploit
.
Yet
slight
ones
will
not
carry
it
.
They
will
say
Came
you
off
with
so
little
?
And
great
ones
I
dare
not
give
.
Wherefore
?
What’s
the
instance
?
Tongue
,
I
must
put
you
into
a
butter-woman’s
mouth
and
buy
myself
another
of
Bajazeth’s
mule
if
you
prattle
me
into
these
perils
.
,
aside
Is
it
possible
he
should
know
what
he
is
,
and
be
that
he
is
?
I
would
the
cutting
of
my
garments
would
serve
the
turn
,
or
the
breaking
of
my
Spanish
sword
.
,
aside
We
cannot
afford
you
so
.
Or
the
baring
of
my
beard
,
and
to
say
it
was
in
stratagem
.
,
aside
’Twould
not
do
.
Or
to
drown
my
clothes
and
say
I
was
stripped
.
,
aside
Hardly
serve
.
ACT 4. SC. 1
Though
I
swore
I
leapt
from
the
window
of
the
citadel
—
,
aside
How
deep
?
Thirty
fathom
.
,
aside
Three
great
oaths
would
scarce
make
that
be
believed
.
I
would
I
had
any
drum
of
the
enemy’s
.
I
would
swear
I
recovered
it
.
,
aside
You
shall
hear
one
anon
.
A
drum
,
now
,
of
the
enemy’s
—
Alarum
within
.
,
advancing
Throca
movousus
,
cargo
,
cargo
,
cargo
.
Cargo
,
cargo
,
cargo
,
villianda
par
corbo
,
cargo
.
They
seize
him
.
O
ransom
,
ransom
!
Do
not
hide
mine
eyes
.
They
blindfold
him
.
Boskos
thromuldo
boskos
.
I
know
you
are
the
Muskos’
regiment
,
And
I
shall
lose
my
life
for
want
of
language
.
If
there
be
here
German
or
Dane
,
Low
Dutch
,
Italian
,
or
French
,
let
him
speak
to
me
.
I’ll
discover
that
which
shall
undo
the
Florentine
.
Boskos
vauvado
,
I
understand
thee
and
can
speak
thy
tongue
.
Kerelybonto
,
sir
,
betake
thee
to
thy
faith
,
for
seventeen
poniards
are
at
thy
bosom
.
O
!
O
,
pray
,
pray
,
pray
!
Manka
reuania
dulche
.
Oscorbidulchos
voliuorco
.
The
General
is
content
to
spare
thee
yet
And
,
hoodwinked
as
thou
art
,
will
lead
thee
on
To
gather
from
thee
.
Haply
thou
mayst
inform
Something
to
save
thy
life
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
O
,
let
me
live
,
And
all
the
secrets
of
our
camp
I’ll
show
,
Their
force
,
their
purposes
.
Nay
,
I’ll
speak
that
Which
you
will
wonder
at
.
But
wilt
thou
faithfully
?
If
I
do
not
,
damn
me
.
Acordo
linta
.
Come
on
,
thou
art
granted
space
.
He
exits
with
Parolles
under
guard
.
A
short
alarum
within
.
Go
tell
the
Count
Rossillion
and
my
brother
We
have
caught
the
woodcock
and
will
keep
him
muffled
Till
we
do
hear
from
them
.
Captain
,
I
will
.
He
will
betray
us
all
unto
ourselves
.
Inform
on
that
.
So
I
will
,
sir
.
Till
then
I’ll
keep
him
dark
and
safely
locked
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Bertram
and
the
maid
called
Diana
.
They
told
me
that
your
name
was
Fontibell
.
No
,
my
good
lord
,
Diana
.
Titled
goddess
,
And
worth
it
,
with
addition
.
But
,
fair
soul
,
In
your
fine
frame
hath
love
no
quality
?
If
the
quick
fire
of
youth
light
not
your
mind
,
ACT 4. SC. 2
You
are
no
maiden
but
a
monument
.
When
you
are
dead
,
you
should
be
such
a
one
As
you
are
now
,
for
you
are
cold
and
stern
,
And
now
you
should
be
as
your
mother
was
When
your
sweet
self
was
got
.
She
then
was
honest
.
So
should
you
be
.
No
.
My
mother
did
but
duty
—
such
,
my
lord
,
As
you
owe
to
your
wife
.
No
more
o’
that
.
I
prithee
do
not
strive
against
my
vows
.
I
was
compelled
to
her
,
but
I
love
thee
By
love’s
own
sweet
constraint
,
and
will
forever
Do
thee
all
rights
of
service
.
Ay
,
so
you
serve
us
Till
we
serve
you
.
But
when
you
have
our
roses
,
You
barely
leave
our
thorns
to
prick
ourselves
And
mock
us
with
our
bareness
.
How
have
I
sworn
!
’Tis
not
the
many
oaths
that
makes
the
truth
,
But
the
plain
single
vow
that
is
vowed
true
.
What
is
not
holy
,
that
we
swear
not
by
,
But
take
the
high’st
to
witness
.
Then
pray
you
,
tell
me
,
If
I
should
swear
by
Jove’s
great
attributes
I
loved
you
dearly
,
would
you
believe
my
oaths
When
I
did
love
you
ill
?
This
has
no
holding
To
swear
by
him
whom
I
protest
to
love
That
I
will
work
against
him
.
Therefore
your
oaths
Are
words
,
and
poor
conditions
but
unsealed
,
At
least
in
my
opinion
.
Change
it
,
change
it
.
Be
not
so
holy-cruel
.
Love
is
holy
,
ACT 4. SC. 2
And
my
integrity
ne’er
knew
the
crafts
That
you
do
charge
men
with
.
Stand
no
more
off
,
But
give
thyself
unto
my
sick
desires
,
Who
then
recovers
.
Say
thou
art
mine
,
and
ever
My
love
as
it
begins
shall
so
persever
.
I
see
that
men
may
rope
’s
in
such
a
snare
That
we’ll
forsake
ourselves
.
Give
me
that
ring
.
I’ll
lend
it
thee
,
my
dear
,
but
have
no
power
To
give
it
from
me
.
Will
you
not
,
my
lord
?
It
is
an
honor
’longing
to
our
house
,
Bequeathèd
down
from
many
ancestors
,
Which
were
the
greatest
obloquy
i’
th’
world
In
me
to
lose
.
Mine
honor’s
such
a
ring
.
My
chastity’s
the
jewel
of
our
house
,
Bequeathèd
down
from
many
ancestors
,
Which
were
the
greatest
obloquy
i’
th’
world
In
me
to
lose
.
Thus
your
own
proper
wisdom
Brings
in
the
champion
Honor
on
my
part
Against
your
vain
assault
.
Here
,
take
my
ring
.
My
house
,
mine
honor
,
yea
,
my
life
be
thine
,
And
I’ll
be
bid
by
thee
.
When
midnight
comes
,
knock
at
my
chamber
window
.
I’ll
order
take
my
mother
shall
not
hear
.
Now
will
I
charge
you
in
the
band
of
truth
,
When
you
have
conquered
my
yet
maiden
bed
,
Remain
there
but
an
hour
,
nor
speak
to
me
.
My
reasons
are
most
strong
,
and
you
shall
know
them
When
back
again
this
ring
shall
be
delivered
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
And
on
your
finger
in
the
night
I’ll
put
Another
ring
,
that
what
in
time
proceeds
May
token
to
the
future
our
past
deeds
.
Adieu
till
then
;
then
,
fail
not
.
You
have
won
A
wife
of
me
,
though
there
my
hope
be
done
.
A
heaven
on
Earth
earth
I
have
won
by
wooing
thee
.
For
which
live
long
to
thank
both
heaven
and
me
!
You
may
so
in
the
end
.
He
exits
.
My
mother
told
me
just
how
he
would
woo
As
if
she
sat
in
’s
heart
.
She
says
all
men
Have
the
like
oaths
.
He
had
sworn
to
marry
me
When
his
wife’s
dead
.
Therefore
I’ll
lie
with
him
When
I
am
buried
.
Since
Frenchmen
are
so
braid
,
Marry
that
will
,
I
live
and
die
a
maid
.
Only
,
in
this
disguise
I
think
’t
no
sin
To
cozen
him
that
would
unjustly
win
.
She
exits
.
Scene
3
Enter
the
two
French
Lords
and
some
two
or
three
Soldiers
.
You
have
not
given
him
his
mother’s
letter
?
I
have
delivered
it
an
hour
since
.
There
is
something
in
’t
that
stings
his
nature
,
for
on
the
reading
it
he
changed
almost
into
another
man
.
He
has
much
worthy
blame
laid
upon
him
for
shaking
off
so
good
a
wife
and
so
sweet
a
lady
.
Especially
he
hath
incurred
the
everlasting
displeasure
of
the
King
,
who
had
even
tuned
his
bounty
to
sing
happiness
to
him
.
I
will
tell
you
a
thing
,
but
you
shall
let
it
dwell
darkly
with
you
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
When
you
have
spoken
it
,
’tis
dead
,
and
I
am
the
grave
of
it
.
He
hath
perverted
a
young
gentlewoman
here
in
Florence
of
a
most
chaste
renown
,
and
this
night
he
fleshes
his
will
in
the
spoil
of
her
honor
.
He
hath
given
her
his
monumental
ring
and
thinks
himself
made
in
the
unchaste
composition
.
Now
God
delay
our
rebellion
!
As
we
are
ourselves
,
what
things
are
we
!
Merely
our
own
traitors
.
And
,
as
in
the
common
course
of
all
treasons
we
still
see
them
reveal
themselves
till
they
attain
to
their
abhorred
ends
,
so
he
that
in
this
action
contrives
against
his
own
nobility
,
in
his
proper
stream
o’erflows
himself
.
Is
it
not
meant
damnable
in
us
to
be
trumpeters
of
our
unlawful
intents
?
We
shall
not
,
then
,
have
his
company
tonight
?
Not
till
after
midnight
,
for
he
is
dieted
to
his
hour
.
That
approaches
apace
.
I
would
gladly
have
him
see
his
company
anatomized
,
that
he
might
take
a
measure
of
his
own
judgments
wherein
so
curiously
he
had
set
this
counterfeit
.
We
will
not
meddle
with
him
till
he
come
,
for
his
presence
must
be
the
whip
of
the
other
.
In
the
meantime
,
what
hear
you
of
these
wars
?
I
hear
there
is
an
overture
of
peace
.
Nay
,
I
assure
you
,
a
peace
concluded
.
What
will
Count
Rossillion
do
then
?
Will
he
travel
higher
or
return
again
into
France
?
I
perceive
by
this
demand
you
are
not
altogether
of
his
counsel
.
Let
it
be
forbid
,
sir
!
So
should
I
be
a
great
deal
of
his
act
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
Sir
,
his
wife
some
two
months
since
fled
from
his
house
.
Her
pretense
is
a
pilgrimage
to
Saint
Jaques
le
Grand
,
which
holy
undertaking
with
most
austere
sanctimony
she
accomplished
.
And
,
there
residing
,
the
tenderness
of
her
nature
became
as
a
prey
to
her
grief
;
in
fine
,
made
a
groan
of
her
last
breath
,
and
now
she
sings
in
heaven
.
How
is
this
justified
?
The
stronger
part
of
it
by
her
own
letters
,
which
makes
her
story
true
even
to
the
point
of
her
death
.
Her
death
itself
,
which
could
not
be
her
office
to
say
is
come
,
was
faithfully
confirmed
by
the
rector
of
the
place
.
Hath
the
Count
all
this
intelligence
?
Ay
,
and
the
particular
confirmations
,
point
from
point
,
to
the
full
arming
of
the
verity
.
I
am
heartily
sorry
that
he’ll
be
glad
of
this
.
How
mightily
sometimes
we
make
us
comforts
of
our
losses
.
And
how
mightily
some
other
times
we
drown
our
gain
in
tears
.
The
great
dignity
that
his
valor
hath
here
acquired
for
him
shall
at
home
be
encountered
with
a
shame
as
ample
.
The
web
of
our
life
is
of
a
mingled
yarn
,
good
and
ill
together
.
Our
virtues
would
be
proud
if
our
faults
whipped
them
not
,
and
our
crimes
would
despair
if
they
were
not
cherished
by
our
virtues
.
Enter
a
Servant
.
How
now
?
Where’s
your
master
?
He
met
the
Duke
in
the
street
,
sir
,
of
whom
he
hath
taken
a
solemn
leave
.
His
Lordship
will
next
morning
for
France
.
The
Duke
hath
offered
him
letters
of
commendations
to
the
King
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
They
shall
be
no
more
than
needful
there
,
if
they
were
more
than
they
can
commend
.
They
cannot
be
too
sweet
for
the
King’s
tartness
.
Enter
Bertram
Count
Rossillion
.
Here’s
his
Lordship
now
.
—
How
now
,
my
lord
?
Is
’t
not
after
midnight
?
I
have
tonight
dispatched
sixteen
businesses
,
a
month’s
length
apiece
.
By
an
abstract
of
success
:
I
have
congeed
with
the
Duke
,
done
my
adieu
with
his
nearest
,
buried
a
wife
,
mourned
for
her
,
writ
to
my
lady
mother
I
am
returning
,
entertained
my
convoy
,
and
between
these
main
parcels
of
dispatch
effected
many
nicer
needs
.
The
last
was
the
greatest
,
but
that
I
have
not
ended
yet
.
If
the
business
be
of
any
difficulty
,
and
this
morning
your
departure
hence
,
it
requires
haste
of
your
Lordship
.
I
mean
the
business
is
not
ended
as
fearing
to
hear
of
it
hereafter
.
But
shall
we
have
this
dialogue
between
the
Fool
and
the
Soldier
?
Come
,
bring
forth
this
counterfeit
module
;
has
deceived
me
like
a
double-meaning
prophesier
.
Bring
him
forth
.
Has
sat
i’
th’
stocks
all
night
,
poor
gallant
knave
.
Soldiers
exit
.
No
matter
.
His
heels
have
deserved
it
in
usurping
his
spurs
so
long
.
How
does
he
carry
himself
?
I
have
told
your
Lordship
already
:
the
stocks
carry
him
.
But
to
answer
you
as
you
would
be
understood
:
he
weeps
like
a
wench
that
had
shed
her
milk
.
He
hath
confessed
himself
to
Morgan
,
whom
he
supposes
to
be
a
friar
,
from
the
time
of
his
remembrance
to
this
very
instant
disaster
of
his
setting
i’
th’
stocks
.
And
what
think
you
he
hath
confessed
?
ACT 4. SC. 3
Nothing
of
me
,
has
he
?
His
confession
is
taken
,
and
it
shall
be
read
to
his
face
.
If
your
Lordship
be
in
’t
,
as
I
believe
you
are
,
you
must
have
the
patience
to
hear
it
.
Enter
Parolles
,
blindfolded
,
with
his
Interpreter
,
the
First
Soldier
.
A
plague
upon
him
!
Muffled
!
He
can
say
nothing
of
me
.
,
aside
to
Bertram
Hush
,
hush
.
Hoodman
comes
.
—
Portotartarossa
.
,
to
Parolles
He
calls
for
the
tortures
.
What
will
you
say
without
’em
?
I
will
confess
what
I
know
without
constraint
.
If
you
pinch
me
like
a
pasty
,
I
can
say
no
more
.
Bosko
Chimurcho
.
Boblibindo
chicurmurco
.
You
are
a
merciful
general
.
—
Our
general
bids
you
answer
to
what
I
shall
ask
you
out
of
a
note
.
And
truly
,
as
I
hope
to
live
.
,
as
if
reading
a
note
First
,
demand
of
him
how
many
horse
the
Duke
is
strong
.
—
What
say
you
to
that
?
Five
or
six
thousand
,
but
very
weak
and
unserviceable
.
The
troops
are
all
scattered
,
and
the
commanders
very
poor
rogues
,
upon
my
reputation
and
credit
,
and
as
I
hope
to
live
.
Shall
I
set
down
your
answer
so
?
Do
.
I’ll
take
the
Sacrament
on
’t
,
how
and
which
way
you
will
.
,
aside
All’s
one
to
him
.
What
a
past-saving
slave
is
this
!
,
aside
to
Bertram
You’re
deceived
,
my
ACT 4. SC. 3
lord
.
This
is
Monsieur
Parolles
,
the
gallant
militarist
—
that
was
his
own
phrase
—
that
had
the
whole
theoric
of
war
in
the
knot
of
his
scarf
,
and
the
practice
in
the
chape
of
his
dagger
.
,
aside
I
will
never
trust
a
man
again
for
keeping
his
sword
clean
,
nor
believe
he
can
have
everything
in
him
by
wearing
his
apparel
neatly
.
,
to
Parolles
Well
,
that’s
set
down
.
Five
or
six
thousand
horse
,
I
said
—
I
will
say
true
—
or
thereabouts
set
down
,
for
I’ll
speak
truth
.
,
aside
He’s
very
near
the
truth
in
this
.
,
aside
But
I
con
him
no
thanks
for
’t
,
in
the
nature
he
delivers
it
.
Poor
rogues
,
I
pray
you
say
.
Well
,
that’s
set
down
.
I
humbly
thank
you
,
sir
.
A
truth’s
a
truth
.
The
rogues
are
marvelous
poor
.
,
as
if
reading
a
note
Demand
of
him
of
what
strength
they
are
o’
foot
.
—
What
say
you
to
that
?
By
my
troth
,
sir
,
if
I
were
to
live
but
this
present
hour
,
I
will
tell
true
.
Let
me
see
:
Spurio
a
hundred
and
fifty
,
Sebastian
so
many
,
Corambus
so
many
,
Jaques
so
many
;
Guiltian
,
Cosmo
,
Lodowick
and
Gratii
,
two
hundred
fifty
each
;
mine
own
company
,
Chitopher
,
Vaumond
,
Bentii
,
two
hundred
fifty
each
;
so
that
the
muster-file
,
rotten
and
sound
,
upon
my
life
amounts
not
to
fifteen
thousand
poll
,
half
of
the
which
dare
not
shake
the
snow
from
off
their
cassocks
lest
they
shake
themselves
to
pieces
.
,
aside
What
shall
be
done
to
him
?
,
aside
Nothing
but
let
him
have
thanks
.
(
Aside
to
First
Soldier
.
)
Demand
of
him
my
condition
and
what
credit
I
have
with
the
Duke
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
,
to
Parolles
Well
,
that’s
set
down
.
Pretending
to
read
:
You
shall
demand
of
him
whether
one
Captain
Dumaine
be
i’
th’
camp
,
a
Frenchman
;
what
his
reputation
is
with
the
Duke
,
what
his
valor
,
honesty
,
and
expertness
in
wars
;
or
whether
he
thinks
it
were
not
possible
with
well-weighing
sums
of
gold
to
corrupt
him
to
a
revolt
.
—
What
say
you
to
this
?
What
do
you
know
of
it
?
I
beseech
you
let
me
answer
to
the
particular
of
the
inter’gatories
.
Demand
them
singly
.
Do
you
know
this
Captain
Dumaine
?
I
know
him
.
He
was
a
botcher’s
prentice
in
Paris
,
from
whence
he
was
whipped
for
getting
the
shrieve’s
fool
with
child
,
a
dumb
innocent
that
could
not
say
him
nay
.
,
aside
to
First
Lord
Nay
,
by
your
leave
,
hold
your
hands
,
though
I
know
his
brains
are
forfeit
to
the
next
tile
that
falls
.
Well
,
is
this
captain
in
the
Duke
of
Florence’s
camp
?
Upon
my
knowledge
he
is
,
and
lousy
.
,
aside
to
Bertram
Nay
,
look
not
so
upon
me
.
We
shall
hear
of
your
Lordship
anon
.
What
is
his
reputation
with
the
Duke
?
The
Duke
knows
him
for
no
other
but
a
poor
officer
of
mine
,
and
writ
to
me
this
other
day
to
turn
him
out
o’
th’
band
.
I
think
I
have
his
letter
in
my
pocket
.
Marry
,
we’ll
search
.
They
search
Parolles’
pockets
.
In
good
sadness
,
I
do
not
know
.
Either
it
is
there
,
or
it
is
upon
a
file
with
the
Duke’s
other
letters
in
my
tent
.
Here
’tis
;
here’s
a
paper
.
Shall
I
read
it
to
you
?
I
do
not
know
if
it
be
it
or
no
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
,
aside
Our
interpreter
does
it
well
.
,
aside
Excellently
.
reads
Dian
,
the
Count’s
a
fool
and
full
of
gold
—
That
is
not
the
Duke’s
letter
,
sir
.
That
is
an
advertisement
to
a
proper
maid
in
Florence
,
one
Diana
,
to
take
heed
of
the
allurement
of
one
Count
Rossillion
,
a
foolish
idle
boy
,
but
for
all
that
very
ruttish
.
I
pray
you
,
sir
,
put
it
up
again
.
Nay
,
I’ll
read
it
first
,
by
your
favor
.
My
meaning
in
’t
,
I
protest
,
was
very
honest
in
the
behalf
of
the
maid
,
for
I
knew
the
young
count
to
be
a
dangerous
and
lascivious
boy
,
who
is
a
whale
to
virginity
and
devours
up
all
the
fry
it
finds
.
,
aside
Damnable
both-sides
rogue
!
reads
When
he
swears
oaths
,
bid
him
drop
gold
,
and
take
it
.
After
he
scores
,
he
never
pays
the
score
.
Half
won
is
match
well
made
.
Match
,
and
well
make
it
.
He
ne’er
pays
after-debts
.
Take
it
before
.
And
say
a
soldier
,
Dian
,
told
thee
this
:
Men
are
to
mell
with
;
boys
are
not
to
kiss
.
For
count
of
this
:
the
Count’s
a
fool
,
I
know
it
,
Who
pays
before
,
but
not
when
he
does
owe
it
.
Thine
,
as
he
vowed
to
thee
in
thine
ear
,
Parolles
.
,
aside
He
shall
be
whipped
through
the
army
with
this
rhyme
in
’s
forehead
.
,
aside
This
is
your
devoted
friend
,
sir
,
the
manifold
linguist
and
the
armipotent
soldier
.
,
aside
I
could
endure
anything
before
but
a
cat
,
and
now
he’s
a
cat
to
me
.
,
to
Parolles
I
perceive
,
sir
,
by
our
general’s
looks
we
shall
be
fain
to
hang
you
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
My
life
,
sir
,
in
any
case
!
Not
that
I
am
afraid
to
die
,
but
that
,
my
offenses
being
many
,
I
would
repent
out
the
remainder
of
nature
.
Let
me
live
,
sir
,
in
a
dungeon
,
i’
th’
stocks
,
or
anywhere
,
so
I
may
live
.
We’ll
see
what
may
be
done
,
so
you
confess
freely
.
Therefore
once
more
to
this
Captain
Dumaine
:
you
have
answered
to
his
reputation
with
the
Duke
,
and
to
his
valor
.
What
is
his
honesty
?
He
will
steal
,
sir
,
an
egg
out
of
a
cloister
.
For
rapes
and
ravishments
,
he
parallels
Nessus
.
He
professes
not
keeping
of
oaths
.
In
breaking
’em
he
is
stronger
than
Hercules
.
He
will
lie
,
sir
,
with
such
volubility
that
you
would
think
truth
were
a
fool
.
Drunkenness
is
his
best
virtue
,
for
he
will
be
swine-drunk
,
and
in
his
sleep
he
does
little
harm
,
save
to
his
bedclothes
about
him
;
but
they
know
his
conditions
and
lay
him
in
straw
.
I
have
but
little
more
to
say
,
sir
,
of
his
honesty
;
he
has
everything
that
an
honest
man
should
not
have
;
what
an
honest
man
should
have
,
he
has
nothing
.
,
aside
I
begin
to
love
him
for
this
.
,
aside
For
this
description
of
thine
honesty
?
A
pox
upon
him
!
For
me
,
he’s
more
and
more
a
cat
.
What
say
you
to
his
expertness
in
war
?
Faith
,
sir
,
has
led
the
drum
before
the
English
tragedians
.
To
belie
him
I
will
not
,
and
more
of
his
soldiership
I
know
not
,
except
in
that
country
he
had
the
honor
to
be
the
officer
at
a
place
there
called
Mile
End
,
to
instruct
for
the
doubling
of
files
.
I
would
do
the
man
what
honor
I
can
,
but
of
this
I
am
not
certain
.
,
aside
He
hath
out-villained
villainy
so
far
that
the
rarity
redeems
him
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
,
aside
A
pox
on
him
!
He’s
a
cat
still
.
His
qualities
being
at
this
poor
price
,
I
need
not
to
ask
you
if
gold
will
corrupt
him
to
revolt
.
Sir
,
for
a
cardecu
he
will
sell
the
fee-simple
of
his
salvation
,
the
inheritance
of
it
,
and
cut
th’
entail
from
all
remainders
,
and
a
perpetual
succession
for
it
perpetually
.
What’s
his
brother
,
the
other
Captain
Dumaine
?
,
aside
Why
does
he
ask
him
of
me
?
What’s
he
?
E’en
a
crow
o’
th’
same
nest
:
not
altogether
so
great
as
the
first
in
goodness
,
but
greater
a
great
deal
in
evil
.
He
excels
his
brother
for
a
coward
,
yet
his
brother
is
reputed
one
of
the
best
that
is
.
In
a
retreat
he
outruns
any
lackey
.
Marry
,
in
coming
on
he
has
the
cramp
.
If
your
life
be
saved
,
will
you
undertake
to
betray
the
Florentine
?
Ay
,
and
the
captain
of
his
horse
,
Count
Rossillion
.
I’ll
whisper
with
the
General
and
know
his
pleasure
.
,
aside
I’ll
no
more
drumming
.
A
plague
of
all
drums
!
Only
to
seem
to
deserve
well
,
and
to
beguile
the
supposition
of
that
lascivious
young
boy
the
Count
,
have
I
run
into
this
danger
.
Yet
who
would
have
suspected
an
ambush
where
I
was
taken
?
There
is
no
remedy
,
sir
,
but
you
must
die
.
The
General
says
you
that
have
so
traitorously
discovered
the
secrets
of
your
army
and
made
such
pestiferous
reports
of
men
very
nobly
held
can
serve
the
world
for
no
honest
use
.
Therefore
you
must
die
.
—
Come
,
headsman
,
off
with
his
head
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
O
Lord
,
sir
,
let
me
live
,
or
let
me
see
my
death
!
That
shall
you
,
and
take
your
leave
of
all
your
friends
.
He
removes
the
blindfold
.
So
,
look
about
you
.
Know
you
any
here
?
Good
morrow
,
noble
captain
.
God
bless
you
,
Captain
Parolles
.
God
save
you
,
noble
captain
.
Captain
,
what
greeting
will
you
to
my
Lord
Lafew
?
I
am
for
France
.
Good
captain
,
will
you
give
me
a
copy
of
the
sonnet
you
writ
to
Diana
in
behalf
of
the
Count
Rossillion
?
An
I
were
not
a
very
coward
,
I’d
compel
it
of
you
.
But
fare
you
well
.
Bertram
and
Lords
exit
.
You
are
undone
,
captain
—
all
but
your
scarf
;
that
has
a
knot
on
’t
yet
.
Who
cannot
be
crushed
with
a
plot
?
If
you
could
find
out
a
country
where
but
women
were
that
had
received
so
much
shame
,
you
might
begin
an
impudent
nation
.
Fare
you
well
,
sir
.
I
am
for
France
too
.
We
shall
speak
of
you
there
.
He
exits
.
Yet
am
I
thankful
.
If
my
heart
were
great
,
’Twould
burst
at
this
.
Captain
I’ll
be
no
more
,
But
I
will
eat
and
drink
,
and
sleep
as
soft
As
captain
shall
.
Simply
the
thing
I
am
Shall
make
me
live
.
Who
knows
himself
a
braggart
,
Let
him
fear
this
,
for
it
will
come
to
pass
That
every
braggart
shall
be
found
an
ass
.
Rust
,
sword
;
cool
,
blushes
;
and
Parolles
live
Safest
in
shame
.
Being
fooled
,
by
fool’ry
thrive
.
There’s
place
and
means
for
every
man
alive
.
I’ll
after
them
.
He
exits
.
ACT 4. SC. 4
Scene
4
Enter
Helen
,
Widow
,
and
Diana
.
That
you
may
well
perceive
I
have
not
wronged
you
,
One
of
the
greatest
in
the
Christian
world
Shall
be
my
surety
,
’fore
whose
throne
’tis
needful
,
Ere
I
can
perfect
mine
intents
,
to
kneel
.
Time
was
,
I
did
him
a
desirèd
office
Dear
almost
as
his
life
,
which
gratitude
Through
flinty
Tartar’s
bosom
would
peep
forth
And
answer
thanks
.
I
duly
am
informed
His
Grace
is
at
Marseilles
,
to
which
place
We
have
convenient
convoy
.
You
must
know
I
am
supposèd
dead
.
The
army
breaking
,
My
husband
hies
him
home
,
where
,
heaven
aiding
And
by
the
leave
of
my
good
lord
the
King
,
We’ll
be
before
our
welcome
.
Gentle
madam
,
You
never
had
a
servant
to
whose
trust
Your
business
was
more
welcome
.
Nor
you
,
mistress
,
Ever
a
friend
whose
thoughts
more
truly
labor
To
recompense
your
love
.
Doubt
not
but
heaven
Hath
brought
me
up
to
be
your
daughter’s
dower
,
As
it
hath
fated
her
to
be
my
motive
And
helper
to
a
husband
.
But
O
,
strange
men
,
That
can
such
sweet
use
make
of
what
they
hate
When
saucy
trusting
of
the
cozened
thoughts
Defiles
the
pitchy
night
!
So
lust
doth
play
With
what
it
loathes
for
that
which
is
away
.
But
more
of
this
hereafter
.
—
You
,
Diana
,
Under
my
poor
instructions
yet
must
suffer
Something
in
my
behalf
.
Let
death
and
honesty
Go
with
your
impositions
,
I
am
yours
Upon
your
will
to
suffer
.
ACT 4. SC. 5
Yet
,
I
pray
you
—
But
with
the
word
The
time
will
bring
on
summer
,
When
briers
shall
have
leaves
as
well
as
thorns
And
be
as
sweet
as
sharp
.
We
must
away
.
Our
wagon
is
prepared
,
and
time
revives
us
.
All’s
well
that
ends
well
.
Still
the
fine’s
the
crown
.
Whate’er
the
course
,
the
end
is
the
renown
.
They
exit
.
Scene
5
Enter
Fool
,
Countess
,
and
Lafew
.
No
,
no
,
no
,
your
son
was
misled
with
a
snipped-taffeta
fellow
there
,
whose
villainous
saffron
would
have
made
all
the
unbaked
and
doughy
youth
of
a
nation
in
his
color
.
Your
daughter-in-law
had
been
alive
at
this
hour
,
and
your
son
here
at
home
,
more
advanced
by
the
King
than
by
that
red-tailed
humble-bee
I
speak
of
.
I
would
I
had
not
known
him
.
It
was
the
death
of
the
most
virtuous
gentlewoman
that
ever
nature
had
praise
for
creating
.
If
she
had
partaken
of
my
flesh
and
cost
me
the
dearest
groans
of
a
mother
,
I
could
not
have
owed
her
a
more
rooted
love
.
’Twas
a
good
lady
,
’twas
a
good
lady
.
We
may
pick
a
thousand
salads
ere
we
light
on
such
another
herb
.
Indeed
,
sir
,
she
was
the
sweet
marjoram
of
the
salad
,
or
rather
the
herb
of
grace
.
They
are
not
herbs
,
you
knave
.
They
are
nose-herbs
.
I
am
no
great
Nebuchadnezzar
,
sir
.
I
have
not
much
skill
in
grass
.
Whether
dost
thou
profess
thyself
,
a
knave
or
a
fool
?
ACT 4. SC. 5
A
fool
,
sir
,
at
a
woman’s
service
,
and
a
knave
at
a
man’s
.
Your
distinction
?
I
would
cozen
the
man
of
his
wife
and
do
his
service
.
So
you
were
a
knave
at
his
service
indeed
.
And
I
would
give
his
wife
my
bauble
,
sir
,
to
do
her
service
.
I
will
subscribe
for
thee
,
thou
art
both
knave
and
fool
.
At
your
service
.
No
,
no
,
no
.
Why
,
sir
,
if
I
cannot
serve
you
,
I
can
serve
as
great
a
prince
as
you
are
.
Who’s
that
,
a
Frenchman
?
Faith
,
sir
,
he
has
an
English
name
,
but
his
phys’nomy
is
more
hotter
in
France
than
there
.
What
prince
is
that
?
The
black
prince
,
sir
,
alias
the
prince
of
darkness
,
alias
the
devil
.
,
giving
him
money
Hold
thee
,
there’s
my
purse
.
I
give
thee
not
this
to
suggest
thee
from
thy
master
thou
talk’st
of
.
Serve
him
still
.
I
am
a
woodland
fellow
,
sir
,
that
always
loved
a
great
fire
,
and
the
master
I
speak
of
ever
keeps
a
good
fire
.
But
sure
he
is
the
prince
of
the
world
;
let
his
Nobility
remain
in
’s
court
.
I
am
for
the
house
with
the
narrow
gate
,
which
I
take
to
be
too
little
for
pomp
to
enter
.
Some
that
humble
themselves
may
,
but
the
many
will
be
too
chill
and
tender
,
and
they’ll
be
for
the
flow’ry
way
that
leads
to
the
broad
gate
and
the
great
fire
.
Go
thy
ways
.
I
begin
to
be
aweary
of
thee
.
And
I
tell
thee
so
before
because
I
would
not
fall
out
with
thee
.
Go
thy
ways
.
Let
my
horses
be
well
looked
to
,
without
any
tricks
.
ACT 4. SC. 5
If
I
put
any
tricks
upon
’em
,
sir
,
they
shall
be
jades’
tricks
,
which
are
their
own
right
by
the
law
of
nature
.
He
exits
.
A
shrewd
knave
and
an
unhappy
.
So
he
is
.
My
lord
that’s
gone
made
himself
much
sport
out
of
him
.
By
his
authority
he
remains
here
,
which
he
thinks
is
a
patent
for
his
sauciness
,
and
indeed
he
has
no
pace
,
but
runs
where
he
will
.
I
like
him
well
.
’Tis
not
amiss
.
And
I
was
about
to
tell
you
,
since
I
heard
of
the
good
lady’s
death
and
that
my
lord
your
son
was
upon
his
return
home
,
I
moved
the
King
my
master
to
speak
in
the
behalf
of
my
daughter
,
which
in
the
minority
of
them
both
his
Majesty
out
of
a
self-gracious
remembrance
did
first
propose
.
His
Highness
hath
promised
me
to
do
it
,
and
to
stop
up
the
displeasure
he
hath
conceived
against
your
son
there
is
no
fitter
matter
.
How
does
your
Ladyship
like
it
?
With
very
much
content
,
my
lord
,
and
I
wish
it
happily
effected
.
His
Highness
comes
post
from
Marseilles
,
of
as
able
body
as
when
he
numbered
thirty
.
He
will
be
here
tomorrow
,
or
I
am
deceived
by
him
that
in
such
intelligence
hath
seldom
failed
.
It
rejoices
me
that
,
I
hope
,
I
shall
see
him
ere
I
die
.
I
have
letters
that
my
son
will
be
here
tonight
.
I
shall
beseech
your
Lordship
to
remain
with
me
till
they
meet
together
.
Madam
,
I
was
thinking
with
what
manners
I
might
safely
be
admitted
.
You
need
but
plead
your
honorable
privilege
.
Lady
,
of
that
I
have
made
a
bold
charter
.
But
I
thank
my
God
it
holds
yet
.
ACT 4. SC. 5
Enter
Fool
.
O
madam
,
yonder’s
my
lord
your
son
with
a
patch
of
velvet
on
’s
face
.
Whether
there
be
a
scar
under
’t
or
no
,
the
velvet
knows
,
but
’tis
a
goodly
patch
of
velvet
.
His
left
cheek
is
a
cheek
of
two
pile
and
a
half
,
but
his
right
cheek
is
worn
bare
.
A
scar
nobly
got
,
or
a
noble
scar
,
is
a
good
liv’ry
of
honor
.
So
belike
is
that
.
But
it
is
your
carbonadoed
face
.
Let
us
go
see
your
son
,
I
pray
you
.
I
long
to
talk
with
the
young
noble
soldier
.
’Faith
,
there’s
a
dozen
of
’em
,
with
delicate
fine
hats
,
and
most
courteous
feathers
which
bow
the
head
and
nod
at
every
man
.
They
exit
.
ACT
5
Scene
1
Enter
Helen
,
Widow
,
and
Diana
,
with
two
Attendants
.
But
this
exceeding
posting
day
and
night
Must
wear
your
spirits
low
.
We
cannot
help
it
.
But
since
you
have
made
the
days
and
nights
as
one
To
wear
your
gentle
limbs
in
my
affairs
,
Be
bold
you
do
so
grow
in
my
requital
As
nothing
can
unroot
you
.
Enter
a
Gentleman
,
a
gentle
Astringer
.
In
happy
time
!
This
man
may
help
me
to
his
Majesty’s
ear
,
If
he
would
spend
his
power
.
—
God
save
you
,
sir
.
And
you
.
Sir
,
I
have
seen
you
in
the
court
of
France
.
I
have
been
sometimes
there
.
I
do
presume
,
sir
,
that
you
are
not
fall’n
From
the
report
that
goes
upon
your
goodness
,
And
therefore
,
goaded
with
most
sharp
occasions
Which
lay
nice
manners
by
,
I
put
you
to
The
use
of
your
own
virtues
,
for
the
which
I
shall
continue
thankful
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
What’s
your
will
?
,
taking
out
a
paper
That
it
will
please
you
To
give
this
poor
petition
to
the
King
And
aid
me
with
that
store
of
power
you
have
To
come
into
his
presence
.
The
King’s
not
here
.
Not
here
,
sir
?
Not
indeed
.
He
hence
removed
last
night
,
and
with
more
haste
Than
is
his
use
.
Lord
,
how
we
lose
our
pains
!
All’s
well
that
ends
well
yet
,
Though
time
seem
so
adverse
and
means
unfit
.
—
I
do
beseech
you
,
whither
is
he
gone
?
Marry
,
as
I
take
it
,
to
Rossillion
,
Whither
I
am
going
.
,
giving
him
the
paper
I
do
beseech
you
,
sir
,
Since
you
are
like
to
see
the
King
before
me
,
Commend
the
paper
to
his
gracious
hand
,
Which
I
presume
shall
render
you
no
blame
But
rather
make
you
thank
your
pains
for
it
.
I
will
come
after
you
with
what
good
speed
Our
means
will
make
us
means
.
This
I’ll
do
for
you
.
And
you
shall
find
yourself
to
be
well
thanked
Whate’er
falls
more
.
We
must
to
horse
again
.
—
Go
,
go
,
provide
.
They
exit
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
Scene
2
Enter
Fool
and
Parolles
.
,
holding
out
a
paper
Good
Monsieur
Lavatch
,
give
my
lord
Lafew
this
letter
.
I
have
ere
now
,
sir
,
been
better
known
to
you
,
when
I
have
held
familiarity
with
fresher
clothes
.
But
I
am
now
,
sir
,
muddied
in
Fortune’s
mood
,
and
smell
somewhat
strong
of
her
strong
displeasure
.
Truly
,
Fortune’s
displeasure
is
but
sluttish
if
it
smell
so
strongly
as
thou
speak’st
of
.
I
will
henceforth
eat
no
fish
of
Fortune’s
butt’ring
.
Prithee
,
allow
the
wind
.
Nay
,
you
need
not
to
stop
your
nose
,
sir
.
I
spake
but
by
a
metaphor
.
Indeed
,
sir
,
if
your
metaphor
stink
I
will
stop
my
nose
,
or
against
any
man’s
metaphor
.
Prithee
,
get
thee
further
.
Pray
you
,
sir
,
deliver
me
this
paper
.
Foh
!
Prithee
,
stand
away
.
A
paper
from
Fortune’s
close-stool
,
to
give
to
a
nobleman
!
Enter
Lafew
.
Look
,
here
he
comes
himself
.
—
Here
is
a
purr
of
Fortune’s
,
sir
,
or
of
Fortune’s
cat
—
but
not
a
musk-cat
—
that
has
fall’n
into
the
unclean
fishpond
of
her
displeasure
and
,
as
he
says
,
is
muddied
withal
.
Pray
you
,
sir
,
use
the
carp
as
you
may
,
for
he
looks
like
a
poor
,
decayed
,
ingenious
,
foolish
,
rascally
knave
.
I
do
pity
his
distress
in
my
smiles
of
comfort
,
and
leave
him
to
your
Lordship
.
He
exits
.
My
lord
,
I
am
a
man
whom
Fortune
hath
cruelly
scratched
.
And
what
would
you
have
me
to
do
?
’Tis
too
late
to
pare
her
nails
now
.
Wherein
have
you
ACT 5. SC. 3
played
the
knave
with
Fortune
that
she
should
scratch
you
,
who
of
herself
is
a
good
lady
and
would
not
have
knaves
thrive
long
under
her
?
There’s
a
cardecu
for
you
.
Let
the
justices
make
you
and
Fortune
friends
.
I
am
for
other
business
.
I
beseech
your
Honor
to
hear
me
one
single
word
.
You
beg
a
single
penny
more
.
Come
,
you
shall
ha
’t
.
Save
your
word
.
My
name
,
my
good
lord
,
is
Parolles
.
You
beg
more
than
a
word
,
then
.
Cock’s
my
passion
;
give
me
your
hand
.
How
does
your
drum
?
O
my
good
lord
,
you
were
the
first
that
found
me
.
Was
I
,
in
sooth
?
And
I
was
the
first
that
lost
thee
.
It
lies
in
you
,
my
lord
,
to
bring
me
in
some
grace
,
for
you
did
bring
me
out
.
Out
upon
thee
,
knave
!
Dost
thou
put
upon
me
at
once
both
the
office
of
God
and
the
devil
?
One
brings
thee
in
grace
,
and
the
other
brings
thee
out
.
Trumpets
sound
.
The
King’s
coming
.
I
know
by
his
trumpets
.
Sirrah
,
inquire
further
after
me
.
I
had
talk
of
you
last
night
.
Though
you
are
a
fool
and
a
knave
,
you
shall
eat
.
Go
to
,
follow
.
I
praise
God
for
you
.
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Flourish
.
Enter
King
,
Countess
,
Lafew
,
the
two
French
Lords
,
with
Attendants
.
We
lost
a
jewel
of
her
,
and
our
esteem
Was
made
much
poorer
by
it
.
But
your
son
,
ACT 5. SC. 3
As
mad
in
folly
,
lacked
the
sense
to
know
Her
estimation
home
.
’Tis
past
,
my
liege
,
And
I
beseech
your
Majesty
to
make
it
Natural
rebellion
done
i’
th’
blade
of
youth
,
When
oil
and
fire
,
too
strong
for
reason’s
force
,
O’erbears
it
and
burns
on
.
My
honored
lady
,
I
have
forgiven
and
forgotten
all
,
Though
my
revenges
were
high
bent
upon
him
And
watched
the
time
to
shoot
.
This
I
must
say
—
But
first
I
beg
my
pardon
:
the
young
lord
Did
to
his
Majesty
,
his
mother
,
and
his
lady
Offense
of
mighty
note
,
but
to
himself
The
greatest
wrong
of
all
.
He
lost
a
wife
Whose
beauty
did
astonish
the
survey
Of
richest
eyes
,
whose
words
all
ears
took
captive
,
Whose
dear
perfection
hearts
that
scorned
to
serve
Humbly
called
mistress
.
Praising
what
is
lost
Makes
the
remembrance
dear
.
Well
,
call
him
hither
.
We
are
reconciled
,
and
the
first
view
shall
kill
All
repetition
.
Let
him
not
ask
our
pardon
.
The
nature
of
his
great
offense
is
dead
,
And
deeper
than
oblivion
we
do
bury
Th’
incensing
relics
of
it
.
Let
him
approach
A
stranger
,
no
offender
,
and
inform
him
So
’tis
our
will
he
should
.
I
shall
,
my
liege
.
He
exits
.
What
says
he
to
your
daughter
?
Have
you
spoke
?
All
that
he
is
hath
reference
to
your
Highness
.
Then
shall
we
have
a
match
.
I
have
letters
sent
me
That
sets
him
high
in
fame
.
ACT 5. SC. 3
Enter
Count
Bertram
.
He
looks
well
on
’t
.
I
am
not
a
day
of
season
,
For
thou
mayst
see
a
sunshine
and
a
hail
In
me
at
once
.
But
to
the
brightest
beams
Distracted
clouds
give
way
.
So
stand
thou
forth
.
The
time
is
fair
again
.
My
high-repented
blames
,
Dear
sovereign
,
pardon
to
me
.
All
is
whole
.
Not
one
word
more
of
the
consumèd
time
.
Let’s
take
the
instant
by
the
forward
top
,
For
we
are
old
,
and
on
our
quick’st
decrees
Th’
inaudible
and
noiseless
foot
of
time
Steals
ere
we
can
effect
them
.
You
remember
The
daughter
of
this
lord
?
Admiringly
,
my
liege
.
At
first
I
stuck
my
choice
upon
her
,
ere
my
heart
Durst
make
too
bold
a
herald
of
my
tongue
;
Where
the
impression
of
mine
eye
infixing
,
Contempt
his
scornful
perspective
did
lend
me
,
Which
warped
the
line
of
every
other
favor
,
Scorned
a
fair
color
or
expressed
it
stol’n
,
Extended
or
contracted
all
proportions
To
a
most
hideous
object
.
Thence
it
came
That
she
whom
all
men
praised
and
whom
myself
,
Since
I
have
lost
,
have
loved
,
was
in
mine
eye
The
dust
that
did
offend
it
.
Well
excused
.
That
thou
didst
love
her
strikes
some
scores
away
From
the
great
compt
.
But
love
that
comes
too
late
,
Like
a
remorseful
pardon
slowly
carried
,
To
the
great
sender
turns
a
sour
offense
,
Crying
That’s
good
that’s
gone
!
Our
rash
faults
Make
trivial
price
of
serious
things
we
have
,
ACT 5. SC. 3
Not
knowing
them
until
we
know
their
grave
.
Oft
our
displeasures
,
to
ourselves
unjust
,
Destroy
our
friends
and
after
weep
their
dust
.
Our
own
love
,
waking
,
cries
to
see
what’s
done
,
While
shameful
hate
sleeps
out
the
afternoon
.
Be
this
sweet
Helen’s
knell
,
and
now
forget
her
.
Send
forth
your
amorous
token
for
fair
Maudlin
.
The
main
consents
are
had
,
and
here
we’ll
stay
To
see
our
widower’s
second
marriage
day
.
Which
better
than
the
first
,
O
dear
heaven
,
bless
,
Or
,
ere
they
meet
,
in
me
,
O
nature
,
cesse
!
Come
on
,
my
son
,
in
whom
my
house’s
name
Must
be
digested
,
give
a
favor
from
you
To
sparkle
in
the
spirits
of
my
daughter
,
That
she
may
quickly
come
.
Bertram
gives
him
a
ring
.
By
my
old
beard
And
ev’ry
hair
that’s
on
’t
,
Helen
that’s
dead
Was
a
sweet
creature
.
Such
a
ring
as
this
,
The
last
that
e’er
I
took
her
leave
at
court
,
I
saw
upon
her
finger
.
Hers
it
was
not
.
Now
,
pray
you
,
let
me
see
it
,
for
mine
eye
,
While
I
was
speaking
,
oft
was
fastened
to
’t
.
Lafew
passes
the
ring
to
the
King
.
This
ring
was
mine
,
and
when
I
gave
it
Helen
,
I
bade
her
if
her
fortunes
ever
stood
Necessitied
to
help
,
that
by
this
token
I
would
relieve
her
.
To
Bertram
.
Had
you
that
craft
to
reave
her
Of
what
should
stead
her
most
?
My
gracious
sovereign
,
ACT 5. SC. 3
Howe’er
it
pleases
you
to
take
it
so
,
The
ring
was
never
hers
.
Son
,
on
my
life
,
I
have
seen
her
wear
it
,
and
she
reckoned
it
At
her
life’s
rate
.
I
am
sure
I
saw
her
wear
it
.
You
are
deceived
,
my
lord
.
She
never
saw
it
.
In
Florence
was
it
from
a
casement
thrown
me
,
Wrapped
in
a
paper
which
contained
the
name
Of
her
that
threw
it
.
Noble
she
was
,
and
thought
I
stood
ungaged
,
but
when
I
had
subscribed
To
mine
own
fortune
and
informed
her
fully
I
could
not
answer
in
that
course
of
honor
As
she
had
made
the
overture
,
she
ceased
In
heavy
satisfaction
and
would
never
Receive
the
ring
again
.
Plutus
himself
,
That
knows
the
tinct
and
multiplying
med’cine
,
Hath
not
in
nature’s
mystery
more
science
Than
I
have
in
this
ring
.
’Twas
mine
,
’twas
Helen’s
,
Whoever
gave
it
you
.
Then
if
you
know
That
you
are
well
acquainted
with
yourself
,
Confess
’twas
hers
and
by
what
rough
enforcement
You
got
it
from
her
.
She
called
the
saints
to
surety
That
she
would
never
put
it
from
her
finger
Unless
she
gave
it
to
yourself
in
bed
,
Where
you
have
never
come
,
or
sent
it
us
Upon
her
great
disaster
.
She
never
saw
it
.
Thou
speak’st
it
falsely
,
as
I
love
mine
honor
,
And
mak’st
conjectural
fears
to
come
into
me
Which
I
would
fain
shut
out
.
If
it
should
prove
That
thou
art
so
inhuman
—
’twill
not
prove
so
,
And
yet
I
know
not
.
Thou
didst
hate
her
deadly
,
ACT 5. SC. 3
And
she
is
dead
,
which
nothing
but
to
close
Her
eyes
myself
could
win
me
to
believe
More
than
to
see
this
ring
.
—
Take
him
away
.
My
forepast
proofs
,
howe’er
the
matter
fall
,
Shall
tax
my
fears
of
little
vanity
,
Having
vainly
feared
too
little
.
Away
with
him
.
We’ll
sift
this
matter
further
.
If
you
shall
prove
This
ring
was
ever
hers
,
you
shall
as
easy
Prove
that
I
husbanded
her
bed
in
Florence
,
Where
yet
she
never
was
.
He
exits
,
under
guard
.
I
am
wrapped
in
dismal
thinkings
.
Enter
a
Gentleman
.
Gracious
sovereign
,
Whether
I
have
been
to
blame
or
no
,
I
know
not
.
He
gives
the
King
a
paper
.
Here’s
a
petition
from
a
Florentine
Who
hath
for
four
or
five
removes
come
short
To
tender
it
herself
.
I
undertook
it
,
Vanquished
thereto
by
the
fair
grace
and
speech
Of
the
poor
suppliant
,
who
,
by
this
,
I
know
Is
here
attending
.
Her
business
looks
in
her
With
an
importing
visage
,
and
she
told
me
,
In
a
sweet
verbal
brief
,
it
did
concern
Your
Highness
with
herself
.
reads
Upon
his
many
protestations
to
marry
me
when
his
wife
was
dead
,
I
blush
to
say
it
,
he
won
me
.
Now
is
the
Count
Rossillion
a
widower
,
his
vows
are
forfeited
to
me
and
my
honor’s
paid
to
him
.
He
stole
from
Florence
,
taking
no
leave
,
and
I
follow
him
to
his
country
for
justice
.
Grant
it
me
,
O
king
.
In
you
it
best
lies
.
Otherwise
a
seducer
flourishes
,
and
a
poor
maid
is
undone
.
Diana
Capilet
.
ACT 5. SC. 3
I
will
buy
me
a
son-in-law
in
a
fair
,
and
toll
for
this
.
I’ll
none
of
him
.
The
heavens
have
thought
well
on
thee
,
Lafew
,
To
bring
forth
this
discov’ry
.
—
Seek
these
suitors
.
Go
speedily
,
and
bring
again
the
Count
.
Gentleman
and
Attendants
exit
.
I
am
afeard
the
life
of
Helen
,
lady
,
Was
foully
snatched
.
Now
justice
on
the
doers
!
Enter
Bertram
under
guard
.
I
wonder
,
sir
,
since
wives
are
monsters
to
you
And
that
you
fly
them
as
you
swear
them
lordship
,
Yet
you
desire
to
marry
.
Enter
Widow
and
Diana
.
What
woman’s
that
?
I
am
,
my
lord
,
a
wretched
Florentine
,
Derivèd
from
the
ancient
Capilet
.
My
suit
,
as
I
do
understand
,
you
know
And
therefore
know
how
far
I
may
be
pitied
.
I
am
her
mother
,
sir
,
whose
age
and
honor
Both
suffer
under
this
complaint
we
bring
,
And
both
shall
cease
without
your
remedy
.
Come
hither
,
count
.
Do
you
know
these
women
?
My
lord
,
I
neither
can
nor
will
deny
But
that
I
know
them
.
Do
they
charge
me
further
?
Why
do
you
look
so
strange
upon
your
wife
?
ACT 5. SC. 3
She’s
none
of
mine
,
my
lord
.
If
you
shall
marry
,
You
give
away
this
hand
,
and
that
is
mine
;
You
give
away
heaven’s
vows
,
and
those
are
mine
;
You
give
away
myself
,
which
is
known
mine
,
For
I
by
vow
am
so
embodied
yours
That
she
which
marries
you
must
marry
me
,
Either
both
or
none
.
,
to
Bertram
Your
reputation
comes
too
short
for
my
daughter
.
You
are
no
husband
for
her
.
,
to
the
King
My
lord
,
this
is
a
fond
and
desp’rate
creature
Whom
sometime
I
have
laughed
with
.
Let
your
Highness
Lay
a
more
noble
thought
upon
mine
honor
Than
for
to
think
that
I
would
sink
it
here
.
Sir
,
for
my
thoughts
,
you
have
them
ill
to
friend
Till
your
deeds
gain
them
.
Fairer
prove
your
honor
Than
in
my
thought
it
lies
.
Good
my
lord
,
Ask
him
upon
his
oath
if
he
does
think
He
had
not
my
virginity
.
What
sayst
thou
to
her
?
She’s
impudent
,
my
lord
,
And
was
a
common
gamester
to
the
camp
.
He
does
me
wrong
,
my
lord
.
If
I
were
so
,
He
might
have
bought
me
at
a
common
price
.
Do
not
believe
him
.
O
,
behold
this
ring
,
Whose
high
respect
and
rich
validity
Did
lack
a
parallel
.
Yet
for
all
that
He
gave
it
to
a
commoner
o’
th’
camp
,
If
I
be
one
.
ACT 5. SC. 3
He
blushes
,
and
’tis
hit
.
Of
six
preceding
ancestors
that
gem
,
Conferred
by
testament
to
th’
sequent
issue
,
Hath
it
been
owed
and
worn
.
This
is
his
wife
.
That
ring’s
a
thousand
proofs
.
,
to
Diana
Methought
you
said
You
saw
one
here
in
court
could
witness
it
.
I
did
,
my
lord
,
but
loath
am
to
produce
So
bad
an
instrument
.
His
name’s
Parolles
.
I
saw
the
man
today
,
if
man
he
be
.
Find
him
,
and
bring
him
hither
.
Attendant
exits
.
What
of
him
?
He’s
quoted
for
a
most
perfidious
slave
,
With
all
the
spots
o’
th’
world
taxed
and
debauched
,
Whose
nature
sickens
but
to
speak
a
truth
.
Am
I
or
that
or
this
for
what
he’ll
utter
,
That
will
speak
anything
?
She
hath
that
ring
of
yours
.
I
think
she
has
.
Certain
it
is
I
liked
her
And
boarded
her
i’
th’
wanton
way
of
youth
.
She
knew
her
distance
and
did
angle
for
me
,
Madding
my
eagerness
with
her
restraint
,
As
all
impediments
in
fancy’s
course
Are
motives
of
more
fancy
;
and
in
fine
Her
infinite
cunning
with
her
modern
grace
Subdued
me
to
her
rate
.
She
got
the
ring
,
And
I
had
that
which
any
inferior
might
At
market
price
have
bought
.
I
must
be
patient
.
You
that
have
turned
off
a
first
so
noble
wife
May
justly
diet
me
.
I
pray
you
yet
—
Since
you
lack
virtue
,
I
will
lose
a
husband
—
ACT 5. SC. 3
Send
for
your
ring
.
I
will
return
it
home
,
And
give
me
mine
again
.
I
have
it
not
.
,
to
Diana
What
ring
was
yours
,
I
pray
you
?
Sir
,
much
like
the
same
upon
your
finger
.
Know
you
this
ring
?
This
ring
was
his
of
late
.
And
this
was
it
I
gave
him
,
being
abed
.
The
story
,
then
,
goes
false
you
threw
it
him
Out
of
a
casement
?
I
have
spoke
the
truth
.
Enter
Parolles
.
My
lord
,
I
do
confess
the
ring
was
hers
.
You
boggle
shrewdly
.
Every
feather
starts
you
.
—
Is
this
the
man
you
speak
of
?
Ay
,
my
lord
.
Tell
me
,
sirrah
—
but
tell
me
true
,
I
charge
you
,
Not
fearing
the
displeasure
of
your
master
,
Which
,
on
your
just
proceeding
,
I’ll
keep
off
—
By
him
and
by
this
woman
here
what
know
you
?
So
please
your
Majesty
,
my
master
hath
been
an
honorable
gentleman
.
Tricks
he
hath
had
in
him
which
gentlemen
have
.
Come
,
come
,
to
th’
purpose
.
Did
he
love
this
woman
?
Faith
,
sir
,
he
did
love
her
,
but
how
?
How
,
I
pray
you
?
He
did
love
her
,
sir
,
as
a
gentleman
loves
a
woman
.
ACT 5. SC. 3
How
is
that
?
He
loved
her
,
sir
,
and
loved
her
not
.
As
thou
art
a
knave
and
no
knave
.
What
an
equivocal
companion
is
this
!
I
am
a
poor
man
,
and
at
your
Majesty’s
command
.
He’s
a
good
drum
,
my
lord
,
but
a
naughty
orator
.
Do
you
know
he
promised
me
marriage
?
Faith
,
I
know
more
than
I’ll
speak
.
But
wilt
thou
not
speak
all
thou
know’st
?
Yes
,
so
please
your
Majesty
.
I
did
go
between
them
,
as
I
said
;
but
more
than
that
he
loved
her
,
for
indeed
he
was
mad
for
her
,
and
talked
of
Satan
and
of
limbo
and
of
furies
and
I
know
not
what
.
Yet
I
was
in
that
credit
with
them
at
that
time
,
that
I
knew
of
their
going
to
bed
and
of
other
motions
,
as
promising
her
marriage
,
and
things
which
would
derive
me
ill
will
to
speak
of
.
Therefore
I
will
not
speak
what
I
know
.
Thou
hast
spoken
all
already
,
unless
thou
canst
say
they
are
married
.
But
thou
art
too
fine
in
thy
evidence
.
Therefore
stand
aside
.
To
Diana
.
This
ring
you
say
was
yours
?
Ay
,
my
good
lord
.
Where
did
you
buy
it
?
Or
who
gave
it
you
?
It
was
not
given
me
,
nor
I
did
not
buy
it
.
Who
lent
it
you
?
It
was
not
lent
me
neither
.
Where
did
you
find
it
then
?
I
found
it
not
.
ACT 5. SC. 3
If
it
were
yours
by
none
of
all
these
ways
,
How
could
you
give
it
him
?
I
never
gave
it
him
.
This
woman’s
an
easy
glove
,
my
lord
;
she
goes
off
and
on
at
pleasure
.
This
ring
was
mine
.
I
gave
it
his
first
wife
.
It
might
be
yours
or
hers
for
aught
I
know
.
,
to
Attendants
Take
her
away
.
I
do
not
like
her
now
.
To
prison
with
her
,
and
away
with
him
.
—
Unless
thou
tell’st
me
where
thou
hadst
this
ring
,
Thou
diest
within
this
hour
.
I’ll
never
tell
you
.
Take
her
away
.
I’ll
put
in
bail
,
my
liege
.
I
think
thee
now
some
common
customer
.
,
to
Bertram
By
Jove
,
if
ever
I
knew
man
,
’twas
you
.
Wherefore
hast
thou
accused
him
all
this
while
?
Because
he’s
guilty
and
he
is
not
guilty
.
He
knows
I
am
no
maid
,
and
he’ll
swear
to
’t
.
I’ll
swear
I
am
a
maid
,
and
he
knows
not
.
Great
king
,
I
am
no
strumpet
.
By
my
life
,
I
am
either
maid
or
else
this
old
man’s
wife
.
She
does
abuse
our
ears
.
To
prison
with
her
.
Good
mother
,
fetch
my
bail
.
Widow
exits
.
Stay
,
royal
sir
.
ACT 5. SC. 3
The
jeweler
that
owes
the
ring
is
sent
for
,
And
he
shall
surety
me
.
But
for
this
lord
Who
hath
abused
me
as
he
knows
himself
,
Though
yet
he
never
harmed
me
,
here
I
quit
him
.
He
knows
himself
my
bed
he
hath
defiled
,
And
at
that
time
he
got
his
wife
with
child
.
Dead
though
she
be
,
she
feels
her
young
one
kick
.
So
there’s
my
riddle
:
one
that’s
dead
is
quick
.
And
now
behold
the
meaning
.
Enter
Helen
and
Widow
.
Is
there
no
exorcist
Beguiles
the
truer
office
of
mine
eyes
?
Is
’t
real
that
I
see
?
No
,
my
good
lord
,
’Tis
but
the
shadow
of
a
wife
you
see
,
The
name
and
not
the
thing
.
Both
,
both
.
O
,
pardon
!
O
,
my
good
lord
,
when
I
was
like
this
maid
,
I
found
you
wondrous
kind
.
There
is
your
ring
,
And
,
look
you
,
here’s
your
letter
.
She
takes
out
a
paper
.
This
it
says
:
When
from
my
finger
you
can
get
this
ring
And
are
by
me
with
child
,
etc.
This
is
done
.
Will
you
be
mine
now
you
are
doubly
won
?
If
she
,
my
liege
,
can
make
me
know
this
clearly
,
I’ll
love
her
dearly
,
ever
,
ever
dearly
.
If
it
appear
not
plain
and
prove
untrue
,
Deadly
divorce
step
between
me
and
you
.
—
O
my
dear
mother
,
do
I
see
you
living
?
Mine
eyes
smell
onions
.
I
shall
weep
anon
.
—
To
Parolles
.
Good
Tom
Drum
,
lend
me
a
handkercher
.
ACT 5. SC. 3
So
,
I
thank
thee
.
Wait
on
me
home
.
I’ll
make
sport
with
thee
.
Let
thy
courtesies
alone
.
They
are
scurvy
ones
.
Let
us
from
point
to
point
this
story
know
,
To
make
the
even
truth
in
pleasure
flow
.
To
Diana
.
If
thou
be’st
yet
a
fresh
uncroppèd
flower
,
Choose
thou
thy
husband
,
and
I’ll
pay
thy
dower
.
For
I
can
guess
that
by
thy
honest
aid
Thou
kept’st
a
wife
herself
,
thyself
a
maid
.
Of
that
and
all
the
progress
more
and
less
,
Resolvedly
more
leisure
shall
express
.
All
yet
seems
well
,
and
if
it
end
so
meet
,
The
bitter
past
,
more
welcome
is
the
sweet
.
Flourish
.
EPILOGUE
EPILOGUE
The
King’s
a
beggar
,
now
the
play
is
done
.
All
is
well
ended
if
this
suit
be
won
,
That
you
express
content
,
which
we
will
pay
,
With
strift
to
please
you
,
day
exceeding
day
.
Ours
be
your
patience
,
then
,
and
yours
our
parts
.
Your
gentle
hands
lend
us
,
and
take
our
hearts
.
All
exit
.
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