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All’s Well That Ends Well: Act 3, Scene 2

All’s Well That Ends Well
Act 3, Scene 2

Rossillon. The Count’s palace.

  1. Enter Countess and Clown.

Countess

2 - 3
  1. It hath happen’d all as I would have had it, save that he
  2. comes not along with her.

Lavatch

4 - 5
  1. By my troth, I take my young lord to be a very melancholy
  2. man.

Countess

6
  1. By what observance, I pray you?

Lavatch

7 - 10
  1. Why, he will look upon his boot and sing, mend the ruff and
  2. sing, ask questions and sing, pick his teeth and sing. I
  3. know a man that had this trick of melancholy sold a goodly
  4. manor for a song.

Countess

11
  1. Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.
  1. Opening a letter.

Lavatch

13 - 17
  1. I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court. Our old ling
  2. and our Isbels a’ th’ country are nothing like your old ling
  3. and your Isbels a’ th’ court. The brains of my Cupid’s
  4. knock’d out, and I begin to love, as an old man loves money,
  5. with no stomach.

Countess

18
  1. What have we here?

Lavatch

19
  1. E’en that you have there.
  1. Exit.

Countess

21 - 33
  1. Reads a letter.
  2. I have sent you a daughter-in-law; she hath recover’d the
  3. King, and undone me. I have wedded her, not bedded her, and
  4. sworn to make the not eternal. You shall hear I am run
  5. away; know it before the report come. If there be breadth
  6. enough in the world, I will hold a long distance. My duty to
  7. you.
  8. Your unfortunate son, Bertram.”
  9. This is not well, rash and unbridled boy,
  10. To fly the favors of so good a king,
  11. To pluck his indignation on thy head
  12. By the misprising of a maid too virtuous
  13. For the contempt of empire.
  1. Enter Clown.

Lavatch

35 - 36
  1. O madam, yonder is heavy news within between two soldiers
  2. and my young lady!

Countess

37
  1. What is the matter?

Lavatch

38 - 39
  1. Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some comfort. Your
  2. son will not be kill’d so soon as I thought he would.

Countess

40
  1. Why should he be kill’d?

Lavatch

41 - 44
  1. So say I, madam, if he run away, as I hear he does. The
  2. danger is in standing to’t; that’s the loss of men, though
  3. it be the getting of children. Here they come will tell you
  4. more; for my part, I only hear your son was run away.
  1. Exit.
  1. Enter Helen and two French Lords.

Second French Lord Dumaine

47
  1. ’Save you, good madam.

Helena

48
  1. Madam, my lord is gone, forever gone.

First French Lord Dumaine

49
  1. Do not say so.

Countess

50 - 53
  1. Think upon patience. Pray you, gentlemen,
  2. I have felt so many quirks of joy and grief
  3. That the first face of neither on the start
  4. Can woman me unto’t. Where is my son, I pray you?

First French Lord Dumaine

54 - 57
  1. Madam, he’s gone to serve the Duke of Florence.
  2. We met him thitherward, for thence we came;
  3. And after some dispatch in hand at court,
  4. Thither we bend again.

Helena

58 - 60
  1. Look on his letter, madam, here’s my passport.
  2. Reads.
  3. When thou canst get the ring upon my finger, which never shall come off, and show me a child begotten of thy body that I am father to, then call me husband; but in such a then’ I write a never. This is a dreadful sentence.

Countess

61
  1. Brought you this letter, gentlemen?

First French Lord Dumaine

62 - 63
  1.                                     Ay, madam,
  2. And for the contents’ sake are sorry for our pains.

Countess

64 - 68
  1. I prithee, lady, have a better cheer;
  2. If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
  3. Thou robb’st me of a moi’ty. He was my son,
  4. But I do wash his name out of my blood,
  5. And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he?

First French Lord Dumaine

69
  1. Ay, madam.

Countess

70
  1.            And to be a soldier?

First French Lord Dumaine

71 - 73
  1. Such is his noble purpose, and believe’t,
  2. The Duke will lay upon him all the honor
  3. That good convenience claims.

Countess

74
  1.                               Return you thither?

Second French Lord Dumaine

75
  1. Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed.

Helena

76 - 78
  1. Reads.
  2. Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.”
  3. ’Tis bitter.

Countess

79
  1.              Find you that there?

Helena

80
  1.                      Ay, madam.

Second French Lord Dumaine

81 - 82
  1. ’Tis but the boldness of his hand haply,
  2. Which his heart was not consenting to.

Countess

83 - 87
  1. Nothing in France, until he have no wife!
  2. There’s nothing here that is too good for him
  3. But only she, and she deserves a lord
  4. That twenty such rude boys might tend upon,
  5. And call her hourly mistress. Who was with him?

Second French Lord Dumaine

88 - 89
  1. A servant only, and a gentleman
  2. Which I have sometime known.

Countess

90
  1.                              Parolles, was it not?

Second French Lord Dumaine

91
  1. Ay, my good lady, he.

Countess

92 - 94
  1. A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness.
  2. My son corrupts a well-derived nature
  3. With his inducement.

Second French Lord Dumaine

95 - 97
  1.                      Indeed, good lady,
  2. The fellow has a deal of that too much,
  3. Which holds him much to have.

Countess

98 - 102
  1. Y’ are welcome, gentlemen.
  2. I will entreat you, when you see my son,
  3. To tell him that his sword can never win
  4. The honor that he loses. More I’ll entreat you
  5. Written to bear along.

First French Lord Dumaine

103 - 104
  1.                        We serve you, madam,
  2. In that and all your worthiest affairs.

Countess

105 - 106
  1. Not so, but as we change our courtesies.
  2. Will you draw near?
  1. Exit with Lords.

Helena

108 - 138
  1. Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.”
  2. Nothing in France, until he has no wife!
  3. Thou shalt have none, Roussillon, none in France;
  4. Then hast thou all again. Poor lord, is’t I
  5. That chase thee from thy country, and expose
  6. Those tender limbs of thine to the event
  7. Of the none-sparing war? And is it I
  8. That drive thee from the sportive court, where thou
  9. Wast shot at with fair eyes, to be the mark
  10. Of smoky muskets? O you leaden messengers,
  11. That ride upon the violent speed of fire,
  12. Fly with false aim, move the still-peering air
  13. That sings with piercing, do not touch my lord.
  14. Whoever shoots at him, I set him there;
  15. Whoever charges on his forward breast,
  16. I am the caitiff that do hold him to’t;
  17. And though I kill him not, I am the cause
  18. His death was so effected. Better ’twere
  19. I met the ravin lion when he roar’d
  20. With sharp constraint of hunger; better ’twere
  21. That all the miseries which nature owes
  22. Were mine at once. No, come thou home, Roussillon,
  23. Whence honor but of danger wins a scar,
  24. As oft it loses all. I will be gone.
  25. My being here it is that holds thee hence.
  26. Shall I stay here to do’t? No, no, although
  27. The air of paradise did fan the house,
  28. And angels offic’d all. I will be gone,
  29. That pitiful rumor may report my flight
  30. To consolate thine ear. Come night, end day!
  31. For with the dark, poor thief, I’ll steal away.
  1. Exit.
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