All’s Well That Ends Well
Act I, Scene 2
Paris . The King’s palace .
- Flourish cornets . Enter the King of France with letters ,
- Lords , and divers Attendants .
King of France1 - 3
- The Florentines and Senoys are by th’ ears ,
- Have fought with equal fortune , and continue
- A braving war .
First French Lord Dumaine4
- So ’tis reported , sir .
King of France5 - 10
- Nay , ’tis most credible ; we here receive 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 .
First French Lord Dumaine11 - 13
- His love and wisdom ,
- Approv’d so to your Majesty , may plead
- For amplest credence .
King of France14 - 18
- 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 .
Second French Lord Dumaine19 - 21
- It well may serve
- A nursery to our gentry , who are sick
- For breathing and exploit .
King of France22
- What’s he comes here ?
- Enter Bertram , Lafew , and Parolles .
First French Lord Dumaine23 - 24
- It is the Count Roussillon , my good lord ,
- Young Bertram .
King of France25 - 28
- Youth , thou bear’st thy father’s face ;
- Frank Nature , rather curious than in haste ,
- Hath well compos’d thee . Thy father’s moral parts
- Mayst thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris .
- My thanks and duty are your Majesty’s .
King of France30 - 54
- 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
- To talk of your good father . In his youth
- He had the wit which I can well observe
- Today 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 awak’d them , and his honor ,
- Clock to itself , knew the true minute when
- Exception bid him speak , and at this time
- His tongue obey’d his hand . Who were below him
- He us’d 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 followed well , would demonstrate them now
- But goers backward .
Bertram55 - 58
- His good remembrance , sir ,
- Lies richer in your thoughts than on his tomb .
- So in approof lives not his epitaph
- As in your royal speech .
King of France59 - 74
- 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
- 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 .
Second French Lord Dumaine75 - 76
- You’re loved , sir ;
- They that least lend it you shall lack you first .
King of France77 - 79
- I fill a place , I know’t . How long is’t , Count ,
- Since the physician at your father’s died ?
- He was much fam’d .
- Some six months since , my lord .
King of France81 - 85
- 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 .
- Thank your Majesty .
- Exeunt . Flourish .