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- $Unique_ID{SSP01162}
- $Title{All's Well That Ends Well: Act III, Scene IV}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*01150.txt}
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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 III
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- SCENE IV: Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
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- {Enter COUNTESS and Steward.}
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- COUNTESS: Alas! and would you take the letter of her?
- Might you not know she would do as she has done,
- By sending me a letter? Read it again.
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- Steward: [Reads.]
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- I am Saint Jaques' pilgrim, thither gone:
- Ambitious love hath so in me offended,
- That barefoot plod I the cold ground upon,
- With sainted vow my faults to have amended.
- Write, write, that from the bloody course of war
- My dearest master, your dear son, may hie:
- Bless him at home in peace, whilst I from far 10
- His name with zealous fervor sanctify:
- His taken labors bid him me forgive;
- I, his despiteful Juno, sent him forth
- From courtly friends, with camping foes to live,
- Where death and danger dogs the heels of worth:
- He is too good and fair for death and me:
- Whom I myself embrace, to set him free.
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- COUNTESS: Ah, what sharp stings are in her mildest words!
- Rinaldo, you did never lack advice so much,
- As letting her pass so: had I spoke with her, 20
- I could have well diverted her intents,
- Which thus she hath prevented.
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- Steward: Pardon me, madam:
- If I had given you this at over-night,
- She might have been o'erta'en; and yet she writes,
- Pursuit would be but vain.
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- COUNTESS: What angel shall
- Bless this unworthy husband? he cannot thrive,
- Unless her prayers, whom heaven delights to hear
- And loves to grant, reprieve him from the wrath
- Of greatest justice. Write, write, Rinaldo,
- To this unworthy husband of his wife; 30
- Let every word weigh heavy of her worth
- That he does weigh too light: my greatest grief.
- Though little he do feel it, set down sharply.
- Dispatch the most convenient messenger:
- When haply he shall hear that she is gone,
- He will return; and hope I may that she,
- Hearing so much, will speed her foot again,
- Led hither by pure love: which of them both
- Is dearest to me. I have no skill in sense
- To make distinction: provide this messenger: 40
- My heart is heavy and mine age is weak;
- Grief would have tears, and sorrow bids me speak.
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- [Exeunt.]
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