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All's Well, that Ends Well.
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Laf.
I with all my heart, and thou art worthy of it.

Par.
I haue not my Lord deseru'd it.

Laf.
Yes good faith, eu'ry dramme of it, and I will
not bate thee a scruple.

Par.
Well, I shall be wiser.

Laf.
Eu'n as soone as thou can'st, for thou hast to pull
at a smacke a'th contrarie. If euer thou bee'st bound
in thy skarfe and beaten, thou shall finde what it is to be
proud of thy bondage, I haue a desire to holde my
acquaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge, that I
may say in the default, he is a man I know.

Par.
My Lord you do me most insupportable vexation.

Laf.
I would it were hell paines for thy sake, and my
poore doing eternall: for doing I am past, as I will by
Exit.thee, in what motion age will giue me leaue.

Par.
Well, thou hast a sonne shall take this disgrace
off me; scuruy, old, filthy, scuruy Lord: Well, I must
be patient, there is no fettering of authority. Ile beate
him (by my life) if I can meete him with any conuenience,
and he were double and double a Lord. Ile haue
no more pittie of his age then I would haue of ——— Ile
beate him, and if I could but meet him agen.

Enter Lafew.

Laf.
Sirra, your Lord and masters married, there's
newes for you: you haue a new Mistris.

Par.
I most vnfainedly beseech your Lordshippe to
make some reseruation of your wrongs. He is my good
Lord, whom I serue aboue is my master.

Laf.
Who? God.

Par.
I sir.

Laf.
The deuill it is, that's thy master. Why dooest
thou garter vp thy armes a this fashion? Dost make hose
of thy sleeues? Do other seruants so? Thou wert best set
thy lower part where thy nose stands. By mine Honor,
if I were but two houres yonger, I'de beate thee: mee-think'st
thou art a generall offence, and euery man shold
beate thee: I thinke thou wast created for men to breath
themselues vpon thee.

Par.
This is hard and vndeserued measure my Lord.

Laf.
Go too sir, you were beaten in Italy for picking
a kernell out of a Pomgranat, you are a vagabond, and
no true traueller: you are more sawcie with Lordes and
honourable personages, then the Commission of your
birth and vertue giues you Heraldry. You are not worth
Exit.another word, else I'de call you knaue. I leaue you.

Enter Count Rossillion.

Par.
Good, very good, it is so then: good, very
good, let it be conceal'd awhile.

Ros.
Vndone, and forfeited to cares for euer.

Par.
What's the matter sweet-heart?

Rossill.
Although before the solemne Priest I haue
sworne, I will not bed her.

Par.
What? what sweet heart?

Ros.
O my Parrolles, they haue married me:
Ile to the Tuscan warres, and neuer bed her.

Par.
France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits,
The tread of a mans foot: too'th warres.

Ros.
There's letters from my mother: What th' import
is, I know not yet.

Par.
I that would be knowne: too'th warrs my boy,
too'th warres:
He weares his honor in a boxe vnseene,
That hugges his kickie wickie heare at home,
Spending his manlie marrow in her armes
Which should sustaine the bound and high curuet
Of Marses fierie steed: to other Regions,
France is a stable, wee that dwell in't Iades,
Therefore too'th warre.

Ros.
It shall be so, Ile 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 speake. His present gift
Shall furnish me to those Italian fields
Where noble fellowes strike: Warres is no strife
To the darke house, and the detected wife.

Par.
Will this Caprichio hold in thee, art sure?

Ros.
Go with me to my chamber, and aduice me.
Ile send her straight away: To morrow,
Ile to the warres, she to her single sorrow.

Par.
Why these bals bound, ther's noise in it. Tis hard
A yong man maried, is a man that's mard:
Therefore away, and leaue her brauely: go,
Exit.The King ha's done you wrong: but hush 'tis so.

Enter Helena and Clowne.

Hel.
My mother greets me kindly, is she well?

Clo.
She is not well, but yet she has her health, she's
very merrie, but yet she is not well: but thankes be giuen
she's very well, and wants nothing i'th world: but
yet she is not well.

Hel.
If she be verie wel, what do's she ayle, that she's
not verie well?

Clo.
Truly she's very well indeed, but for two things

Hel. What two things?

Clo.
One, that she's not in heauen, whether God send
her quickly: the other, that she's in earth, from whence
God send her quickly.

Enter Parolles.

Par.
Blesse you my fortunate Ladie.

Hel.
I hope sir I haue your good will to haue mine
owne good fortune.

Par.
You had my prayers to leade them on, and to
keepe them on, haue them still. O my knaue, how do's
my old Ladie?

Clo.
So that you had her wrinkles, and I her money,
I would she did as you say.

Par.
Why I say nothing.

Clo.
Marry you are the wiser man: for many a mans
tongue shakes out his masters vndoing: to say nothing,
to do nothing, to know nothing, and to haue nothing,
is to be a great part of your title, which is within a verie
little of nothing.

Par.
Away, th'art a knaue.

Clo.
You should haue said sir before a knaue, th'art a
knaue, that's before me th'art a knaue: this had beene
truth sir.

Par.
Go too, thou art a wittie foole, I haue found thee.

Clo.
Did you finde me in your selfe sir, or were you
taught to finde me?

Clo.
The search sir was profitable, and much Foole
may you find in you, euen to the worlds pleasure, and the
encrease of laughter.

Par.
A good knaue ifaith, and well fed.
Madam, my Lord will go awaie to night,

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