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All’s Well That Ends Well: Act 1, Scene 2

All’s Well That Ends Well
Act 1, Scene 2

Paris. The King’s palace.

  1. Flourish cornets. Enter the King of France with letters,
  2. Lords, and divers Attendants.

King of France

3 - 5
  1. The Florentines and Senoys are by th’ ears,
  2. Have fought with equal fortune, and continue
  3. A braving war.

First French Lord Dumaine

6
  1.                So ’tis reported, sir.

King of France

7 - 12
  1. Nay, ’tis most credible; we here receive it
  2. A certainty, vouch’d from our cousin Austria,
  3. With caution, that the Florentine will move us
  4. For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend
  5. Prejudicates the business, and would seem
  6. To have us make denial.

First French Lord Dumaine

13 - 15
  1.                         His love and wisdom,
  2. Approv’d so to your Majesty, may plead
  3. For amplest credence.

King of France

16 - 20
  1.                       He hath arm’d our answer,
  2. And Florence is denied before he comes.
  3. Yet for our gentlemen that mean to see
  4. The Tuscan service, freely have they leave
  5. To stand on either part.

Second French Lord Dumaine

21 - 23
  1.                          It well may serve
  2. A nursery to our gentry, who are sick
  3. For breathing and exploit.

King of France

24
  1.                            What’s he comes here?
  1. Enter Bertram, Lafew, and Parolles.

First French Lord Dumaine

26 - 27
  1. It is the Count Roussillon, my good lord,
  2. Young Bertram.

King of France

28 - 31
  1.                Youth, thou bear’st thy father’s face;
  2. Frank Nature, rather curious than in haste,
  3. Hath well compos’d thee. Thy father’s moral parts
  4. Mayst thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.

Bertram

32
  1. My thanks and duty are your Majesty’s.

King of France

33 - 57
  1. I would I had that corporal soundness now
  2. As when thy father and myself in friendship
  3. First tried our soldiership! He did look far
  4. Into the service of the time, and was
  5. Discipled of the bravest. He lasted long,
  6. But on us both did haggish age steal on,
  7. And wore us out of act. It much repairs me
  8. To talk of your good father. In his youth
  9. He had the wit which I can well observe
  10. Today in our young lords; but they may jest
  11. Till their own scorn return to them unnoted
  12. Ere they can hide their levity in honor.
  13. So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness
  14. Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were,
  15. His equal had awak’d them, and his honor,
  16. Clock to itself, knew the true minute when
  17. Exception bid him speak, and at this time
  18. His tongue obey’d his hand. Who were below him
  19. He us’d as creatures of another place,
  20. And bow’d his eminent top to their low ranks,
  21. Making them proud of his humility,
  22. In their poor praise he humbled. Such a man
  23. Might be a copy to these younger times;
  24. Which followed well, would demonstrate them now
  25. But goers backward.

Bertram

58 - 61
  1.                     His good remembrance, sir,
  2. Lies richer in your thoughts than on his tomb.
  3. So in approof lives not his epitaph
  4. As in your royal speech.

King of France

62 - 77
  1. Would I were with him! He would always say
  2. Methinks I hear him now; his plausive words
  3. He scatter’d not in ears, but grafted them,
  4. To grow there and to bear—“Let me not live”—
  5. This his good melancholy oft began,
  6. On the catastrophe and heel of pastime,
  7. When it was out—“Let me not live,” quoth he,
  8. After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff
  9. Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses
  10. All but new things disdain; whose judgments are
  11. Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies
  12. Expire before their fashions.” This he wish’d.
  13. I, after him, do after him wish too,
  14. Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home,
  15. I quickly were dissolved from my hive,
  16. To give some laborers room.

Second French Lord Dumaine

78 - 79
  1.                             You’re loved, sir;
  2. They that least lend it you shall lack you first.

King of France

80 - 82
  1. I fill a place, I know’t. How long is’t, Count,
  2. Since the physician at your father’s died?
  3. He was much fam’d.

Bertram

83
  1.                    Some six months since, my lord.

King of France

84 - 88
  1. If he were living, I would try him yet.—
  2. Lend me an arm.—The rest have worn me out
  3. With several applications. Nature and sickness
  4. Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, Count,
  5. My son’s no dearer.

Bertram

89
  1.                     Thank your Majesty.
  1. Exeunt. Flourish.
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