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- $Unique_ID{SSP01152}
- $Title{All's Well That Ends Well: Act I, Scene II}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*01150.txt}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL
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- ACT I
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- SCENE II: Paris. The KING's palace.
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- {Flourish of cornets. Enter the KING of France,
- with letters, and divers Attendants.}
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- KING: The Florentines and Senoys are by the ears;
- Have fought with equal fortune and continue
- A braving war.
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- First Lord: So 'tis reported, sir.
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- KING: Nay, 'tis most credible; we here received it
- A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria,
- With caution that the Florentine will move us
- For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend
- Prejudicates the business and would seem
- To have us make denial.
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- First Lord: His love and wisdom,
- Approved so to your majesty, may plead 10
- For amplest credence.
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- KING: He hath arm'd our answer,
- And Florence is denied before he comes:
- Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see
- The Tuscan service, freely have they leave
- To stand on either part.
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- Second Lord: It well may serve
- A nursery to our gentry, who are sick
- For breathing and exploit.
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- KING: What's he comes here?
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- {Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES.}
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- First Lord: It is the Count Rousillon, my good lord,
- Young Bertram.
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- KING: Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face;
- Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, 20
- Hath well composed thee. Thy father's moral parts
- Mayst thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.
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- BERTRAM: My thanks and duty are your majesty's.
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- KING: I would I had that corporal soundness now,
- As when thy father and myself in friendship
- First tried our soldiership! He did look far
- Into the service of the time and was
- Discipled of the bravest: he lasted long;
- But on us both did haggish age steal on
- And wore us out of act. It much repairs me 30
- To talk of your good father. In his youth
- He had the wit which I can well observe
- To-day in our young lords; but they may jest
- Till their own scorn return to them unnoted
- Ere they can hide their levity in honor;
- So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness
- Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were,
- His equal had awaked them, and his honor,
- Clock to itself, knew the true minute when
- Exception bid him speak, and at this time 40
- His tongue obey'd his hand: who were below him
- He used as creatures of another place
- And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,
- Making them proud of his humility,
- In their poor praise he humbled. Such a man
- Might be a copy to these younger times;
- Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them now
- But goers backward.
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- BERTRAM: His good remembrance, sir,
- Lies richer in your thoughts than on his tomb;
- So in approof lives not his epitaph 50
- As in your royal speech.
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- KING: Would I were with him! He would always say--
- Methinks I hear him now; his plausive words
- He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them,
- To grow there and to bear,--'Let me not live,'--
- This his good melancholy oft began,
- On the catastrophe and heel of pastime,
- When it was out,--'Let me not live,' quoth he,
- 'After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff
- Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses 60
- All but new things disdain; whose judgments are
- Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies
- Expire before their fashions.' This he wish'd;
- I after him do after him wish too,
- Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home,
- I quickly were dissolved from my hive,
- To give some laborers room.
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- Second Lord: You are loved, sir:
- They that least lend it you shall lack you first.
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- KING: I fill a place, I know't. How long is't, count,
- Since the physician at your father's died? 70
- He was much famed.
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- BERTRAM: Some six months since, my lord.
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- KING: If he were living, I would try him yet.
- Lend me an arm; the rest have worn me out
- With several applications; nature and sickness
- Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count;
- My son's no dearer.
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- BERTRAM: Thank your majesty.
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- [Exeunt. Flourish.]
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