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ALL'S
Well, that Ends Well.
Actus primus. Scœna Prima.
Enter yong Bertram Count of Rossillion, his Mother, and
Helena, Lord Lafew, all in blacke.
Helena, Lord Lafew, all in blacke.
Mother.
N deliuering my sonne from me, I burie a
second husband.
N deliuering my sonne from me, I burie a second husband.
Ros.
And I in going Madam, weep ore my
fathers death anew; but I must attend his maiesties
command, to whom I am now in Ward, euermore in subiection.
And I in going Madam, weep ore my
fathers death anew; but I must attend his maiesties
command, to whom I am now in Ward, euermore in subiection.
Laf.
You shall find of the King a husband Madame,
you sir a father. He that so generally is at all times good,
must of necessitie hold his vertue to you, whose worthinesse
would stirre it vp where it wanted rather then lack
it where there is such abundance.
You shall find of the King a husband Madame,
you sir a father. He that so generally is at all times good,
must of necessitie hold his vertue to you, whose worthinesse
would stirre it vp where it wanted rather then lack
it where there is such abundance.
Mo.
What hope is there of his Maiesties amendment?
What hope is there of his Maiesties amendment?
Laf.
He hath abandon'd his Phisitions Madam, vnder
whose practises he hath persecuted time with hope,
and finds no other aduantage in the processe, but onely
the loosing of hope by time.
He hath abandon'd his Phisitions Madam, vnder
whose practises he hath persecuted time with hope,
and finds no other aduantage in the processe, but onely
the loosing of hope by time.
Mo.
This yong Gentlewoman had a father, O that
had, how sad a passage tis, whose skill was almost as
great as his honestie, had it stretch'd so far, would haue
made nature immortall, and death should haue play for
lacke of worke. Would for the Kings sake hee were liuing,
I thinke it would be the death of the Kings disease.
This yong Gentlewoman had a father, O that
had, how sad a passage tis, whose skill was almost as
great as his honestie, had it stretch'd so far, would haue
made nature immortall, and death should haue play for
lacke of worke. Would for the Kings sake hee were liuing,
I thinke it would be the death of the Kings disease.
Laf.
How call'd you the man you speake of Madam?
How call'd you the man you speake of Madam?
Mo.
He was famous sir in his profession, and it was
his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon.
He was famous sir in his profession, and it was
his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon.
Laf.
He was excellent indeed Madam, the King very
latelie spoke of him admiringly, and mourningly: hee
was skilfull enough to haue liu'd stil, if knowledge could
be set vp against mortallitie.
He was excellent indeed Madam, the King very
latelie spoke of him admiringly, and mourningly: hee
was skilfull enough to haue liu'd stil, if knowledge could
be set vp against mortallitie.
Ros.
What is it (my good Lord) the King languishes of?
What is it (my good Lord) the King languishes of?
Laf.
A Fistula my Lord.
A Fistula my Lord.
Ros.
I heard not of it before.
I heard not of it before.
Laf.
I would it were not notorious. Was this Gentlewoman
the Daughter of Gerard de Narbon?
I would it were not notorious. Was this Gentlewoman
the Daughter of Gerard de Narbon?
Mo.
His sole childe my Lord, and bequeathed to my
ouer looking. I haue those hopes of her good, that her
education promises her dispositions shee inherits, which
makes faire gifts fairer: for where an vncleane mind carries
vertuous qualities, there commendations go with
pitty, they are vertues and traitors too: in her they are
the better for their simplenesse; she deriues her honestie,
and atcheeues her goodnesse.
His sole childe my Lord, and bequeathed to my
ouer looking. I haue those hopes of her good, that her
education promises her dispositions shee inherits, which
makes faire gifts fairer: for where an vncleane mind carries
vertuous qualities, there commendations go with
pitty, they are vertues and traitors too: in her they are
the better for their simplenesse; she deriues her honestie,
and atcheeues her goodnesse.
Lafew.
Your commendations Madam get from her teares.
Your commendations Madam get from her teares.
Mo.
'Tis the best brine a Maiden can season her praise
in. The remembrance of her father neuer approches her
heart, but the tirrany of her sorrowes takes all liuelihood
from her cheeke. No more of this Helena, go too, no
more least it be rather thought you affect a sorrow, then
to haue———
'Tis the best brine a Maiden can season her praise
in. The remembrance of her father neuer approches her
heart, but the tirrany of her sorrowes takes all liuelihood
from her cheeke. No more of this Helena, go too, no
more least it be rather thought you affect a sorrow, then
to haue———
Hell.
I doe affect a sorrow indeed, but I haue it too.
I doe affect a sorrow indeed, but I haue it too.
Laf.
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead,
excessiue greefe the enemie to the liuing.
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead,
excessiue greefe the enemie to the liuing.
Mo.
If the liuing be enemie to the greefe, the excesse
makes it soone mortall.
If the liuing be enemie to the greefe, the excesse
makes it soone mortall.
Ros.
Maddam I desire your holie wishes.
Maddam I desire your holie wishes.
Laf.
How vnderstand we that?
How vnderstand we that?
Mo.
Be thou blest Bertrame, and succeed thy father
In manners as in shape: thy blood and vertue
Contend for Empire in thee, and thy goodnesse
Share with thy birth-right. Loue all, trust a few,
Doe wrong to none: be able for thine enemie
Rather in power then vse: and keepe thy friend
Vnder thy owne lifes key. Be checkt for silence,
But neuer tax'd for speech. What heauen more wil,
That thee may furnish, and my prayers plucke downe,
Fall on thy head. Farwell my Lord,
'Tis an vnseason'd Courtier, good my Lord
Aduise him.
Be thou blest Bertrame, and succeed thy father
In manners as in shape: thy blood and vertue
Contend for Empire in thee, and thy goodnesse
Share with thy birth-right. Loue all, trust a few,
Doe wrong to none: be able for thine enemie
Rather in power then vse: and keepe thy friend
Vnder thy owne lifes key. Be checkt for silence,
But neuer tax'd for speech. What heauen more wil,
That thee may furnish, and my prayers plucke downe,
Fall on thy head. Farwell my Lord,
'Tis an vnseason'd Courtier, good my Lord
Aduise him.
Laf.
He cannot want the best
That shall attend his loue.
He cannot want the best
That shall attend his loue.
Mo.
Heauen blesse him: Farwell Bertram.
Heauen blesse him: Farwell Bertram.
Ro.
The best wishes that can be forg'd in your thoghts
be seruants to you: be comfortable to my mother, your
Mistris, and make much of her.
The best wishes that can be forg'd in your thoghts
be seruants to you: be comfortable to my mother, your
Mistris, and make much of her.
Laf.
Farewell prettie Lady, you must hold the credit
of your father.
Farewell prettie Lady, you must hold the credit
of your father.
Hell.
O were that all, I thinke not on my father,
And these great teares grace his remembrance more
Then those I shed for him. What was he like?
I haue forgott him. My imagination
Carries no fauour in't but Bertrams.
I am vndone, there is no liuing, none,
If Bertram be away. 'Twere all one,
That I should loue a bright particuler starre,
And think to wed it, he is so aboue me
In his bright radience and colaterall light,
O were that all, I thinke not on my father,
And these great teares grace his remembrance more
Then those I shed for him. What was he like?
I haue forgott him. My imagination
Carries no fauour in't but Bertrams.
I am vndone, there is no liuing, none,
If Bertram be away. 'Twere all one,
That I should loue a bright particuler starre,
And think to wed it, he is so aboue me
In his bright radience and colaterall light,
Must
