All’s Well That Ends Well
Act 1, Scene 2
Paris. The King’s palace.
- Flourish cornets. Enter the King of France with letters,
- Lords, and divers Attendants.
King of France3 - 5
- The Florentines and Senoys are by th’ ears,
- Have fought with equal fortune, and continue
- A braving war.
First French Lord Dumaine6
- So ’tis reported, sir.
King of France7 - 12
- 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 Dumaine13 - 15
- His love and wisdom,
- Approv’d so to your Majesty, may plead
- For amplest credence.
King of France16 - 20
- 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 Dumaine21 - 23
- It well may serve
- A nursery to our gentry, who are sick
- For breathing and exploit.
King of France24
- What’s he comes here?
- Enter Bertram, Lafew, and Parolles.
First French Lord Dumaine26 - 27
- It is the Count Roussillon, my good lord,
- Young Bertram.
King of France28 - 31
- 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 France33 - 57
- 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.
Bertram58 - 61
- 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 France62 - 77
- 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 Dumaine78 - 79
- You’re loved, sir;
- They that least lend it you shall lack you first.
King of France80 - 82
- 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 France84 - 88
- 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.