Scene III: ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL. Ber. ness. My gracious sovereign, King. Then shall we have a match. I have Howe'er it pleases you to take it so, letters sent me, That set him high in fame. Laf. Enter Bertram. He looks well on't. Ber. My high-repented blames, Dear sovereign, pardon to me. All is whole; 2 Ber. Admiringly, my liege: at first Well excus'd: King. Count. Which better than the first, O dear Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cease! Laf. Come on, my son, in whom my house's name Ber. Hers it was not. King. Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine eye, While I was speaking, oft was fastened to't.- Son, on my life, Laf. Plutus himself, And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me, Ber. This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy King. [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 Rousillon a widower; his vows are forfeited to me, and my honour's would relieve her: Had you that craft, to reave her paid to him. He stole from Florence, taking no Grant it me, O king; in you it best lies; otherwise Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue, a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is undone. Hath it been ow'd and worn. This is his wife; DIANA CAPULET. That ring's a thousand proofs. Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and you saw one here in court could witness it. King. Methought, you said, toll him: for this, I'll none of him. King. The heavens have thought well on thee, Lafeu, To bring forth this discovery.-Seek these suitors:Go, speedily, and bring again the count. [Exeunt Gentleman, and some attendants. I am afeard, the life of Helen, lady, Was foully snatch'd. Count. Now, justice on the doers! Enter Bertram, guarded. King. I wonder, sir, since wives are monsters to you, And that you fly them as you swear them lordship, Yet you desire to marry.-What woman's that? Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow and Diana. Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine, Derived from the ancient Capulet; My suit, as I do understand, you know, And therefore know how far I may be pitied. Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour Both suffer under this complaint we bring, And both shall cease, without your remedy. King. Come hither, count. Do you know these women? Ber. My lord, I neither can, nor will deny But that I know them: Do they charge me further? Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wife? Ber. She's none of mine, my lord. Dia. 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. Laf. Your reputation [To Bertram.] comes too short for my daughter, you are no husband for her. Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate creature, Whom sometime I have laughed with; let your highness Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to friend, Till your deeds gain them: Fairer prove your honour, Than in my thought it lies! Dia. Good my lord, He had not my virginity. Count. He blushes, and 'tis it: Of six preceding ancestors, that gem So bad an instrument; his name's Parolles. She hath that ring of yours. Dia. I must be patient; You, that turn'd off a first so noble wife, May justly diet me. I pray you yet, (Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband,) Send for your ring, I will return it home, And give me mine again. Ber. I have it not. King What ring was yours, I pray you? Dia. Sir, much like The same upon your finger. King. Know you this ring this ring was his of late. (7) Love's. (8) Her solicitation concurring with her appearance of being common. (9) May justly make me fast. (10) Fellow. Scene III. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL. Is't real, that I see? orator. No, my good lord; Ber. Dia. Do you know, he promised me marriage? Par. 'Faith, I know more than I'll speak. Both, both; O, pardon! King. But wilt thou not speak all thou know'st ? Hel. O, my good lord, when I was like this maid, Par. 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 I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring, Satan, and of limbo, and of furies, and I know not And, look you, here's your letter; This it says, what: yet I was in that credit with them at that When from my finger you can get this ring, time, that I knew of their going to bed: and of And are by me with child, &c-This is done: other motions, as promising her marriage, and Will you be mine, now you are doubly won? things that would derive me ill will to speak of, therefore I will not speak what I know. Ay, my good lord. Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly, Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly. Deadly divorce step between me and you!canst say they are married: But thou art too fine1 O, my dear mother, do I see you living? in thy evidence: therefore stand aside.Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon: This ring, you say, was yours? Dia. handkerchief: So, I thank thee; wait on me home, King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it you?-Good Tom Drum, [To Parolles.] lend me a I'll make sport with thee: Let thy courtesies alone, Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not buy it. King. Who lent it you? It was not lent me neither. they are scurvy ones. Dia. King. Where did you find it then? I found it not. Dia. King. If it were yours by none of all these ways, How could you give it him? I never gave it him. Dia. Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord; she goes off and on at pleasure." King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife. Dia. I'll never tell you. King. Take her away. Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty; her. sir; King. Let us from point to point this story know, Advancing. [Flourish. The king's a beggar, now the play is done: [Exeunt. This play has many delightful scenes, though [Pointing to Lafeu. not sufficiently probable; and some happy characknowledge of human nature. Parolles is a boaster King. She does abuse our ears; to prison with ters, though not new, nor produced by any deep Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail.-Stay, royal and a coward, such as has always been the sport [Exit Widow. of the stage, but perhaps never raised more laughter or contempt than in the hands of Shakspeare. The jeweller, that owes the ring, is sent for, But for this lord, And he shall surety me. Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself, Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him; He knows himself, my bed he hath defil'd; 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. King. Re-enter Widow, with Helena. (1) Too artful. Is there no exorcist I cannot reconcile my heart to Bertram; a man noble without generosity, and young without her as a profligate: when she is dead by his untruth; who marries Helen as a coward, and leaves kindness, sneaks home to a second marriage, is acensed by a woman whom he has wronged, defends himself by falsehood, and is dismissed to happiness. The story of Bertram and Diana had been told before of Mariana and Angelo, and, to confess the truth, scarcely merited to be heard a second time. JOHNSON. (5) i. e. Hear us without interruption, and take our parts, that is, support and defend us. Scene, sometimes in Padua, and sometimes in Pe- Scene, Athens; and sometimes Ferando's Country truchio's House in the Country. INDUCTION. SCENE I-Before an Alehouse on a Heath. Sly. I'LL pheese' you, in faith. Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue! Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues: Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris; let the world slide: Sessa!3 Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst ?4 Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jeronimy Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. House. Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my Brach' Merriman,-the poor cur is emboss'd, Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet, Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the thirdborough." [Exit. Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy; let him come, and kindly. [Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep. Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe? 2 Hun. He breathes, my lord: Were he not This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. lies! Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image! (6) An officer whose authority equals a constable. fancy. Then take him up, and manage well the jest :- And hang it round with all my wanton pictures: hands? And say,-Will't please your lordship cool your Wherein your coming can assist me much. Were he the veriest antic in the world. Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page, To a Servant. : kisses, And with declining head into his bosom,- To see her noble lord restor❜d to health, Who, for twice seven years, hath esteemed him 1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our To rain a shower of commanded tears, part, As he shall think, by our true diligence, Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him; Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ;- 1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour means. An onion will do well for such a shift: [Exit Servant. laughter, When they do homage to this simple peasant. [Exeunt SCENE II.-A Bedchamber in the Lord's house. Sly is discovered in a rich nightgown, with attendants; some with apparel, others with bason, ewer, and other appurtenances. Enter Lord, dressed like a Servant. Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale. 1 Serv. Will't please your lordship drink a cup of sack? 2 Serv. Will't please your honour taste of these conserves? 3 Serv. What raiment will your honour wear to, day? Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me-honour, Lord. 'Tis very true;-thou didst it excellent.-nor lordship: I never drank sack in my life; and Well, you are come to me in happy time; The rather for I have some sport in hand, if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef: Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear; for (5) Perhaps. (4) Moderation. |