All’s Well That Ends Well
Act 4, Scene 5
Roussillon. The Count’s palace.
- Enter Clown, old Lady Countess, and Lafew.
Lafew2 - 7
- No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipt-taffeta fellow
- there, whose villainous saffron would have made all the
- unbak’d and doughy youth of a nation in his color. Your
- daughter-in-law had been alive at this hour, and your son
- here at home, more advanc’d by the King than by that
- red-tail’d humble-bee I speak of.
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- I would I had not known him; it was the death of the most
- virtuous gentlewoman that ever nature had praise for
- creating. If she had partaken of my flesh, and cost me the
- dearest groans of a mother, I could not have ow’d her a more
- rooted love.
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- ’Twas a good lady, ’twas a good lady. We may pick a thousand
- salads ere we light on such another herb.
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- Indeed, sir, she was the sweet marjoram of the salad, or
- rather the herb of grace.
- They are not herbs, you knave, they are nose-herbs.
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- I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir, I have not much skill in
- Whether dost thou profess thyself—a knave or a fool?
- A fool, sir, at a woman’s service, and a knave at a man’s.
- Your distinction?
- I would cozen the man of his wife and do his service.
- So you were a knave at his service indeed.
- And I would give his wife my bauble, sir, to do her service.
- I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knave and fool.
- At your service.
- No, no, no.
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- Why, sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as great a
- prince as you are.
- Who’s that? A Frenchman?
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- Faith, sir, ’a has an English name, but his fisnomy is more
- hotter in France than there.
- What prince is that?
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- The black prince, sir, alias the prince of darkness, alias
- the devil.
Lafew37 - 38
- Hold thee, there’s my purse. I give thee not this to suggest
- thee from thy master thou talk’st of; serve him still.
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- I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always lov’d a great fire,
- and the master I speak of ever keeps a good fire. But sure
- he is the prince of the world; let his nobility remain in ’s
- court. I am for the house with the narrow gate, which I take
- to be too little for pomp to enter. Some that humble
- themselves may, but the many will be too chill and tender,
- and they’ll be for the flow’ry way that leads to the broad
- gate and the great fire.
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- Go thy ways, I begin to be a-weary of thee, and I tell thee
- so before, because I would not fall out with thee. Go thy
- ways, let my horses be well look’d to, without any tricks.
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- If I put any tricks upon ’em, sir, they shall be jades’
- tricks, which are their own right by the law of nature.
- Exit Clown.
- A shrewd knave and an unhappy.
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- So ’a is. My lord that’s gone made himself much sport out of
- him. By his authority he remains here, which he thinks is a
- patent for his sauciness, and indeed he has no pace, but
- runs where he will.
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- I like him well, ’tis not amiss. And I was about to tell
- you, since I heard of the good lady’s death, and that my
- lord your son was upon his return home, I mov’d the King my
- master to speak in the behalf of my daughter, which in the
- minority of them both, his Majesty, out of a self-gracious
- remembrance, did first propose. His Highness hath promis’d
- me to do it, and to stop up the displeasure he hath
- conceiv’d against your son, there is no fitter matter. How
- does your ladyship like it?
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- With very much content, my lord, and I wish it happily
Lafew69 - 72
- His Highness comes post from Marsellis, of as able body as
- when he number’d thirty. ’A will be here tomorrow, or I am
- deceiv’d by him that in such intelligence hath seldom
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- It rejoices me, that I hope I shall see him ere I die. I
- have letters that my son will be here tonight. I shall
- beseech your lordship to remain with me till they meet
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- Madam, I was thinking with what manners I might safely be
- You need but plead your honorable privilege.
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- Lady, of that I have made a bold charter, but I thank my God
- it holds yet.
- Enter Clown.
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- O madam, yonder’s my lord your son with a patch of velvet on
- ’s face. Whether there be a scar under’t or no, the velvet
- knows, but ’tis a goodly patch of velvet. His left cheek is
- a cheek of two pile and a half, but his right cheek is worn
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- A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good liv’ry of
- honor; so belike is that.
- But it is your carbinado’d face.
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- Let us go see your son I pray you. I long to talk with the
- young noble soldier.
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- Faith, there’s a dozen of ’em, with delicate fine hats, and
- most courteous feathers, which bow the head, and nod at
- every man.