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All's Well that Ends Well.

Clo.
I am a woodland fellow sir, that alwaies loued
a great fire, and the master I speak of euer keeps a good
fire, but sure he is the Prince of the world, let his Nobilitie
remaine in's Court. I am for the house with the
narrow gate, which I take to be too little for pompe to
enter: some that humble themselues may, but the manie
will be too chill and tender, and theyle bee for the
flowrie way that leads to the broad gate, and the great fire.

Laf.
Go thy waies, I begin to bee a wearie of thee,
and I tell thee so before, because I would not fall out
with thee. Go thy wayes, let my horses be wel look'd
too, without any trickes.

Clo.
If I put any trickes vpon em sir, they shall bee
Iades trickes, which are their owne right by the law of
exitNature.

Laf.
A shrewd knaue and an vnhappie.

Lady.
So a is. My Lord that's gone made himselfe
much sport out of him, by his authoritie hee remaines
heere, which he thinkes is a pattent for his sawcinesse,
and indeede he has no pace, but runnes where he will.
Laf. I like him well, 'tis not amisse: and I was about
to tell you, since I heard of the good Ladies death, and
that my Lord your sonne was vpon his returne home. I
moued the King my master to speake in the behalfe of
my daughter, which in the minoritie of them both, his
Maiestie out of a selfe gracious remembrance did first
propose, his Highnesse hath promis'd me to doe it, and
to stoppe vp the displeasure he hath conceiued against
your sonne, there is no fitter matter. How do's your
Ladyship like it?

La.
With verie much content my Lord, and I wish
it happily effected.

Laf.
His Highnesse comes post from Marcellus, of as
able bodie as when he number'd thirty, a will be heere
to morrow, or I am deceiu'd by him that in such
intelligence hath seldome fail'd.

La.
It reioyces me, that I hope I shall see him ere I
die. I haue letters that my sonne will be heere to night:
I shall beseech your Lordship to remaine with mee, till
they meete together.

Laf.
Madam, I was thinking with what manners I
might safely be admitted.

Lad.
You neede but pleade your honourable priuiledge.

Laf.
Ladie, of that I haue made a bold charter, but
I thanke my God, it holds yet.

Enter Clowne.

Clo.
O Madam, yonders my Lord your sonne with
a patch of veluet on's face, whether there bee a scar vnder't
or no, the Veluet knowes, but 'tis a goodly patch
of Veluet, his left cheeke is a cheeke of two pile and a
halfe, but his right cheeke is worne bare.

Laf.
A scarre nobly got,
Or a noble scarre, is a good liu'rie of honor,
So belike is that.

Clo.
But it is your carbinado'd face.

Laf.
Let vs go see
your sonne I pray you, I long to talke
With the yong noble souldier.

Clowne.
'Faith there's a dozen of em, with delicate
fine hats, and most courteous feathers, which bow the
Exeunthead, and nod at euerie man.


Actus Quintus.


Enter Hellen, Widdow, and Diana, with
two Attendants.

Hel.
But this exceeding posting day and night,
Must wear your spirits low, we cannot helpe it:
But since you haue made the daies and nights as one,
To weare your gentle limbes in my affayres,
Be bold you do so grow in my requitall,
As nothing can vnroote you. In happie time,
Enter a gentle Astringer.
This man may helpe me to his Maiesties eare,
If he would spend his power. God saue you sir.

Gent.
And you.

Hel.
Sir, I haue seene you in the Court of France.

Gent.
I haue beene sometimes there.

Hel.
I do presume sir, that you are not falne
From the report that goes vpon your goodnesse,
And therefore goaded with most sharpe occasions,
Which lay nice manners by, I put you to
The vse of your owne vertues, for the which
I shall continue thankefull.

Gent.
What's your will?

Hel.
That it will please you
To giue this poore petition to the King,
And ayde me with that store of power you haue
To come into his presence.

Gen.
The Kings not heere.

Hel.
Not heere sir?

Gen.
Not indeed,
He hence remou'd last night, and with more hast
Then is his vse.

Wid.
Lord how we loose our paines.

Hel.
All's well that ends well yet,
Though time seeme so aduerse, and meanes vnfit:
I do beseech you, whither is he gone?

Gent.
Marrie as I take it to Rossillion,
Whither I am going.

Hel.
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 thanke your paines for it,
I will come after you with what good speede
Our meanes will make vs meanes.

Gent.
This Ile do for you.

Hel.
And you shall finde your selfe to be well thankt
what e're falles more. We must to horse againe, Go, go,
prouide.

Enter Clowne and Parrolles.

Par.
Good Mr Lauatch giue my Lord Lafew this letter,
I haue ere now sir beene better knowne to you, when
I haue held familiaritie with fresher cloathes: but I am
now sir muddied in fortunes mood, and smell somewhat
strong of her strong displeasure.

Clo.
Truely, Fortunes displeasure is but sluttish if it
smell so strongly as thou speak'st of: I will hencefoorth
eate no Fish of Fortunes butt'ring. Prethee alow the winde.

Par.
Nay you neede not to stop your nose sir: I spake
but by a Metaphor.

Clo.
Indeed sir, if your Metaphor stinke, I will stop
my nose, or against any mans Metaphor. Prethe get thee further.

Par.