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All’s Well That Ends Well: Act 3, Scene 4

All’s Well That Ends Well
Act 3, Scene 4

Roussillon. The Count’s palace.

  1. Enter Countess and Steward Rinaldo.

Countess

2 - 4
  1. Alas! And would you take the letter of her?
  2. Might you not know she would do as she has done
  3. By sending me a letter? Read it again.

Rinaldo

5 - 19
  1. Reads letter.
  2. I am Saint Jaques’ pilgrim, thither gone.
  3. Ambitious love hath so in me offended
  4. That barefoot plod I the cold ground upon
  5. With sainted vow my faults to have amended.
  6. Write, write, that from the bloody course of war
  7. My dearest master, your dear son, may hie.
  8. Bless him at home in peace, whilst I from far
  9. His name with zealous fervor sanctify.
  10. His taken labors bid him me forgive;
  11. I, his despiteful Juno, sent him forth
  12. From courtly friends, with camping foes to live,
  13. Where death and danger dogs the heels of worth.
  14. He is too good and fair for death and me,
  15. Whom I myself embrace to set him free.”

Countess

20 - 24
  1. Ah, what sharp stings are in her mildest words!
  2. Rinaldo, you did never lack advice so much
  3. As letting her pass so. Had I spoke with her,
  4. I could have well diverted her intents,
  5. Which thus she hath prevented.

Rinaldo

25 - 28
  1.                                Pardon me, madam,
  2. If I had given you this at overnight,
  3. She might have been o’erta’en; and yet she writes,
  4. Pursuit would be but vain.

Countess

29 - 46
  1.                            What angel shall
  2. Bless this unworthy husband? He cannot thrive,
  3. Unless her prayers, whom heaven delights to hear
  4. And loves to grant, reprieve him from the wrath
  5. Of greatest justice. Write, write, Rinaldo,
  6. To this unworthy husband of his wife.
  7. Let every word weigh heavy of her worth,
  8. That he does weigh too light. My greatest grief,
  9. Though little he do feel it, set down sharply.
  10. Dispatch the most convenient messenger.
  11. When haply he shall hear that she is gone,
  12. He will return, and hope I may that she,
  13. Hearing so much, will speed her foot again,
  14. Led hither by pure love. Which of them both
  15. Is dearest to me, I have no skill in sense
  16. To make distinction. Provide this messenger.
  17. My heart is heavy, and mine age is weak;
  18. Grief would have tears, and sorrow bids me speak.
  1. Exeunt.
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