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All's Well That Ends Well

ACT II SCENE III Paris. The KING's palace. 
LAFEUThey say miracles are past; and we have our
philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar,
things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it that
we make trifles of terrors, ensconcing ourselves
into seeming knowledge, when we should submit5
ourselves to an unknown fear.
PAROLLESWhy, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder that hath
shot out in our latter times.
BERTRAMAnd so 'tis.
LAFEUTo be relinquish'd of the artists,--10
LAFEUBoth of Galen and Paracelsus.
LAFEUOf all the learned and authentic fellows,--
PAROLLESRight; so I say.15
LAFEUThat gave him out incurable,--
PAROLLESWhy, there 'tis; so say I too.
LAFEUNot to be helped,--
PAROLLESRight; as 'twere, a man assured of a--
LAFEUUncertain life, and sure death.20
PAROLLESJust, you say well; so would I have said.
LAFEUI may truly say, it is a novelty to the world.
PAROLLESIt is, indeed: if you will have it in showing, you
shall read it in--what do you call there?
LAFEUA showing of a heavenly effect in an earthly actor.25
PAROLLESThat's it; I would have said the very same.
LAFEUWhy, your dolphin is not lustier: 'fore me,
I speak in respect--
PAROLLESNay, 'tis strange, 'tis very strange, that is the
brief and the tedious of it; and he's of a most30
facinerious spirit that will not acknowledge it to be the--
LAFEUVery hand of heaven.
PAROLLESAy, so I say.
LAFEUIn a most weak--
and debile minister, great power, great35
transcendence: which should, indeed, give us a
further use to be made than alone the recovery of
the king, as to be--
generally thankful.
PAROLLESI would have said it; you say well. Here comes the king.40
[ Enter KING, HELENA, and Attendants. LAFEU and PAROLLES retire ]
LAFEULustig, as the Dutchman says: I'll like a maid the
better, whilst I have a tooth in my head: why, he's
able to lead her a coranto.
PAROLLESMort du vinaigre! is not this Helen?
LAFEU'Fore God, I think so.45
KINGGo, call before me all the lords in court.
Sit, my preserver, by thy patient's side;
And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd sense
Thou hast repeal'd, a second time receive
The confirmation of my promised gift,50
Which but attends thy naming.
[Enter three or four Lords]
Fair maid, send forth thine eye: this youthful parcel
Of noble bachelors stand at my bestowing,
O'er whom both sovereign power and father's voice
I have to use: thy frank election make;55
Thou hast power to choose, and they none to forsake.
HELENATo each of you one fair and virtuous mistress
Fall, when Love please! marry, to each, but one!
LAFEUI'ld give bay Curtal and his furniture,
My mouth no more were broken than these boys',60
And writ as little beard.
KINGPeruse them well:
Not one of those but had a noble father.
Heaven hath through me restored the king to health.65
AllWe understand it, and thank heaven for you.
HELENAI am a simple maid, and therein wealthiest,
That I protest I simply am a maid.
Please it your majesty, I have done already:
The blushes in my cheeks thus whisper me,70
'We blush that thou shouldst choose; but, be refused,
Let the white death sit on thy cheek for ever;
We'll ne'er come there again.'
KINGMake choice; and, see,
Who shuns thy love shuns all his love in me.75
HELENANow, Dian, from thy altar do I fly,
And to imperial Love, that god most high,
Do my sighs stream. Sir, will you hear my suit?
First LordAnd grant it.
HELENAThanks, sir; all the rest is mute.80
LAFEUI had rather be in this choice than throw ames-ace
for my life.
HELENAThe honour, sir, that flames in your fair eyes,
Before I speak, too threateningly replies:
Love make your fortunes twenty times above85
Her that so wishes and her humble love!
Second LordNo better, if you please.
HELENAMy wish receive,
Which great Love grant! and so, I take my leave.
LAFEUDo all they deny her? An they were sons of mine,90
I'd have them whipped; or I would send them to the
Turk, to make eunuchs of.
HELENABe not afraid that I your hand should take;
I'll never do you wrong for your own sake:
Blessing upon your vows! and in your bed95
Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed!
LAFEUThese boys are boys of ice, they'll none have her:
sure, they are bastards to the English; the French
ne'er got 'em.
HELENAYou are too young, too happy, and too good,100
To make yourself a son out of my blood.
Fourth LordFair one, I think not so.
LAFEUThere's one grape yet; I am sure thy father drunk
wine: but if thou be'st not an ass, I am a youth
of fourteen; I have known thee already.105
HELENA[To BERTRAM] I dare not say I take you; but I give
Me and my service, ever whilst I live,
Into your guiding power. This is the man.
KINGWhy, then, young Bertram, take her; she's thy wife.
BERTRAMMy wife, my liege! I shall beseech your highness,110
In such a business give me leave to use
The help of mine own eyes.
KINGKnow'st thou not, Bertram,
What she has done for me?
BERTRAMYes, my good lord;115
But never hope to know why I should marry her.
KINGThou know'st she has raised me from my sickly bed.
BERTRAMBut follows it, my lord, to bring me down
Must answer for your raising? I know her well:
She had her breeding at my father's charge.120
A poor physician's daughter my wife! Disdain
Rather corrupt me ever!
KING'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the which
I can build up. Strange is it that our bloods,
Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together,125
Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off
In differences so mighty. If she be
All that is virtuous, save what thou dislikest,
A poor physician's daughter, thou dislikest
Of virtue for the name: but do not so:130
From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,
The place is dignified by the doer's deed:
Where great additions swell's, and virtue none,
It is a dropsied honour. Good alone
Is good without a name. Vileness is so:135
The property by what it is should go,
Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair;
In these to nature she's immediate heir,
And these breed honour: that is honour's scorn,
Which challenges itself as honour's born140
And is not like the sire: honours thrive,
When rather from our acts we them derive
Than our foregoers: the mere word's a slave
Debosh'd on every tomb, on every grave
A lying trophy, and as oft is dumb145
Where dust and damn'd oblivion is the tomb
Of honour'd bones indeed. What should be said?
If thou canst like this creature as a maid,
I can create the rest: virtue and she
Is her own dower; honour and wealth from me.150
BERTRAMI cannot love her, nor will strive to do't.
KINGThou wrong'st thyself, if thou shouldst strive to choose.
HELENAThat you are well restored, my lord, I'm glad:
Let the rest go.
KINGMy honour's at the stake; which to defeat,155
I must produce my power. Here, take her hand,
Proud scornful boy, unworthy this good gift;
That dost in vile misprision shackle up
My love and her desert; that canst not dream,
We, poising us in her defective scale,160
Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not know,
It is in us to plant thine honour where
We please to have it grow. Cheque thy contempt:
Obey our will, which travails in thy good:
Believe not thy disdain, but presently165
Do thine own fortunes that obedient right
Which both thy duty owes and our power claims;
Or I will throw thee from my care for ever
Into the staggers and the careless lapse
Of youth and ignorance; both my revenge and hate170
Loosing upon thee, in the name of justice,
Without all terms of pity. Speak; thine answer.
BERTRAMPardon, my gracious lord; for I submit
My fancy to your eyes: when I consider
What great creation and what dole of honour175
Flies where you bid it, I find that she, which late
Was in my nobler thoughts most base, is now
The praised of the king; who, so ennobled,
Is as 'twere born so.
KINGTake her by the hand,180
And tell her she is thine: to whom I promise
A counterpoise, if not to thy estate
A balance more replete.
BERTRAMI take her hand.
KINGGood fortune and the favour of the king185
Smile upon this contract; whose ceremony
Shall seem expedient on the now-born brief,
And be perform'd to-night: the solemn feast
Shall more attend upon the coming space,
Expecting absent friends. As thou lovest her,190
Thy love's to me religious; else, does err.
[Exeunt all but LAFEU and PAROLLES]
LAFEU[Advancing] Do you hear, monsieur? a word with you.
PAROLLESYour pleasure, sir?
LAFEUYour lord and master did well to make his
PAROLLESRecantation! My lord! my master!
LAFEUAy; is it not a language I speak?
PAROLLESA most harsh one, and not to be understood without
bloody succeeding. My master!
LAFEUAre you companion to the Count Rousillon?200
PAROLLESTo any count, to all counts, to what is man.
LAFEUTo what is count's man: count's master is of
another style.
PAROLLESYou are too old, sir; let it satisfy you, you are too old.
LAFEUI must tell thee, sirrah, I write man; to which205
title age cannot bring thee.
PAROLLESWhat I dare too well do, I dare not do.
LAFEUI did think thee, for two ordinaries, to be a pretty
wise fellow; thou didst make tolerable vent of thy
travel; it might pass: yet the scarfs and the210
bannerets about thee did manifoldly dissuade me from
believing thee a vessel of too great a burthen. I
have now found thee; when I lose thee again, I care
not: yet art thou good for nothing but taking up; and
that thou't scarce worth.215
PAROLLESHadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee,--
LAFEUDo not plunge thyself too far in anger, lest thou
hasten thy trial; which if--Lord have mercy on thee
for a hen! So, my good window of lattice, fare thee
well: thy casement I need not open, for I look220
through thee. Give me thy hand.
PAROLLESMy lord, you give me most egregious indignity.
LAFEUAy, with all my heart; and thou art worthy of it.
PAROLLESI have not, my lord, deserved it.
LAFEUYes, good faith, every dram of it; and I will not225
bate thee a scruple.
PAROLLESWell, I shall be wiser.
LAFEUEven as soon as thou canst, for thou hast to pull at
a smack o' the contrary. If ever thou be'st bound
in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is230
to be proud of thy bondage. I have a desire to hold
my acquaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge,
that I may say in the default, he is a man I know.
PAROLLESMy lord, you do me most insupportable vexation.
LAFEUI would it were hell-pains for thy sake, and my poor235
doing eternal: for doing I am past: as I will by
thee, in what motion age will give me leave.
PAROLLESWell, thou hast a son shall take this disgrace off
me; scurvy, old, filthy, scurvy lord! Well, I must
be patient; there is no fettering of authority.240
I'll beat him, by my life, if I can meet him with
any convenience, an he were double and double a
lord. I'll have no more pity of his age than I
would of--I'll beat him, an if I could but meet him again.
[Re-enter LAFEU]
LAFEUSirrah, your lord and master's married; there's news245
for you: you have a new mistress.
PAROLLESI most unfeignedly beseech your lordship to make
some reservation of your wrongs: he is my good
lord: whom I serve above is my master.
LAFEUWho? God?250
LAFEUThe devil it is that's thy master. Why dost thou
garter up thy arms o' this fashion? dost make hose of
sleeves? do other servants so? Thou wert best set
thy lower part where thy nose stands. By mine255
honour, if I were but two hours younger, I'ld beat
thee: methinks, thou art a general offence, and
every man should beat thee: I think thou wast
created for men to breathe themselves upon thee.
PAROLLESThis is hard and undeserved measure, my lord.260
LAFEUGo to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a
kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond and
no true traveller: you are more saucy with lords
and honourable personages than the commission of your
birth and virtue gives you heraldry. You are not265
worth another word, else I'ld call you knave. I leave you.
PAROLLESGood, very good; it is so then: good, very good;
let it be concealed awhile.
[Re-enter BERTRAM]
BERTRAMUndone, and forfeited to cares for ever!
PAROLLESWhat's the matter, sweet-heart?270
BERTRAMAlthough before the solemn priest I have sworn,
I will not bed her.
PAROLLESWhat, what, sweet-heart?
BERTRAMO my Parolles, they have married me!
I'll to the Tuscan wars, and never bed her.275
PAROLLESFrance is a dog-hole, and it no more merits
The tread of a man's foot: to the wars!
BERTRAMThere's letters from my mother: what the import is,
I know not yet.
PAROLLESAy, that would be known. To the wars, my boy, to the wars!280
He wears his honour in a box unseen,
That hugs his kicky-wicky here at home,
Spending his manly marrow in her arms,
Which should sustain the bound and high curvet
Of Mars's fiery steed. To other regions285
France is a stable; we that dwell in't jades;
Therefore, to the war!
BERTRAMIt shall be so: I'll send her to my house,
Acquaint my mother with my hate to her,
And wherefore I am fled; write to the king290
That which I durst not speak; his present gift
Shall furnish me to those Italian fields,
Where noble fellows strike: war is no strife
To the dark house and the detested wife.
PAROLLESWill this capriccio hold in thee? art sure?295
BERTRAMGo with me to my chamber, and advise me.
I'll send her straight away: to-morrow
I'll to the wars, she to her single sorrow.
PAROLLESWhy, these balls bound; there's noise in it. 'Tis hard:
A young man married is a man that's marr'd:300
Therefore away, and leave her bravely; go:
The king has done you wrong: but, hush, 'tis so.

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