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   All's Well that Ends Well
ACT III SCENE II Rousillon. The COUNT's palace. 
 Enter COUNTESS and Clown 
COUNTESS It hath happened all as I would have had it, save 
 that he comes not along with her. 
Clown By my troth, I take my young lord to be a very 
 melancholy man. 5
COUNTESS By what observance, I pray you? 
Clown 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. 10
COUNTESS Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come. 
 Opening a letter 
Clown I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court: our 
 old ling and our Isbels o' the country are nothing 
 like your old ling and your Isbels o' the court: 
 the brains of my Cupid's knocked out, and I begin to 15
 love, as an old man loves money, with no stomach. 
COUNTESS What have we here? 
Clown E'en that you have there. 
 Exit 
COUNTESS Reads 
 recovered the king, and undone me. I have wedded 
 her, not bedded her; and sworn to make the 'not' 20
 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. 25
 This is not well, rash and unbridled boy. 
 To fly the favours of so good a king; 
 To pluck his indignation on thy head 
 By the misprising of a maid too virtuous 
 For the contempt of empire. 30
 Re-enter Clown 
Clown O madam, yonder is heavy news within between two 
 soldiers and my young lady! 
COUNTESS What is the matter? 
Clown Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some 
 comfort; your son will not be killed so soon as I 35
 thought he would. 
COUNTESS Why should he be killed? 
Clown 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 40
 they come will tell you more: for my part, I only 
 hear your son was run away. 
 Exit 
 Enter HELENA, and two Gentlemen 
First Gentleman Save you, good madam. 
HELENA Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone. 
Second Gentleman Do not say so. 45
COUNTESS 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? 
Second Gentleman Madam, he's gone to serve the duke of Florence: 50
 We met him thitherward; for thence we came, 
 And, after some dispatch in hand at court, 
 Thither we bend again. 
HELENA Look on his letter, madam; here's my passport. 
 Reads 
 When thou canst get the ring upon my finger which 55
 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. 
COUNTESS Brought you this letter, gentlemen? 60
First Gentleman Ay, madam; 
 And for the contents' sake are sorry for our pain. 
COUNTESS 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; 65
 But I do wash his name out of my blood, 
 And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he? 
Second Gentleman Ay, madam. 
COUNTESS And to be a soldier? 
Second Gentleman Such is his noble purpose; and believe 't, 70
 The duke will lay upon him all the honour 
 That good convenience claims. 
COUNTESS Return you thither? 
First Gentleman Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed. 
HELENA Reads 
 'Tis bitter. 75
COUNTESS Find you that there? 
HELENA Ay, madam. 
First Gentleman 'Tis but the boldness of his hand, haply, which his 
 heart was not consenting to. 
COUNTESS Nothing in France, until he have no wife! 80
 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? 
First Gentleman A servant only, and a gentleman 85
 Which I have sometime known. 
COUNTESS Parolles, was it not? 
First Gentleman Ay, my good lady, he. 
COUNTESS A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness. 
 My son corrupts a well-derived nature 90
 With his inducement. 
First Gentleman Indeed, good lady, 
 The fellow has a deal of that too much, 
 Which holds him much to have. 
COUNTESS You're welcome, gentlemen. 95
 I will entreat you, when you see my son, 
 To tell him that his sword can never win 
 The honour that he loses: more I'll entreat you 
 Written to bear along. 
Second Gentleman We serve you, madam, 100
 In that and all your worthiest affairs. 
COUNTESS Not so, but as we change our courtesies. 
 Will you draw near! 
 Exeunt COUNTESS and Gentlemen 
HELENA 'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.' 
 Nothing in France, until he has no wife! 105
 Thou shalt have none, Rousillon, 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 110
 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-peering air, 115
 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 120
 His death was so effected: better 'twere 
 I met the ravin lion when he roar'd 
 With sharp constraint of hunger; better 'twere 
 That all the miseries which nature owes 
 Were mine at once. No, come thou home, Rousillon, 125
 Whence honour 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 130
 And angels officed all: I will be gone, 
 That pitiful rumour may report my flight, 
 To consolate thine ear. Come, night; end, day! 
 For with the dark, poor thief, I'll steal away. 
 Exit 


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