Wid. Come, come, your mocking: we will haue no telling. Pet. Come on I fay, and firft begin with her. Pet. I fay the fhall, and firft begin with her. Kate. Fie, fie, vnknit that thretaning vnkinde brow, A woman mou'd, is like a fountaine troubled, To offer warre, where they should kneele for peace : My hand is readie, may it do him ease. Pet. Why there's a wench: Come on, and kiffe mee Kate. Luc. Well go thy waies olde Lad for thou fhalt ha't. We three are married, but you two are fped. Exit Petruchio Horten. Now goe thy wayes, thou haft tam'd a curft Shrow. Luc.Tis a wonder, by your leaue, fhe wil be tam'd fo. 230 ALL'S Well, that Ends Well. Actus primus. Scana Prima. Eneer yong Bertram Count of Roffillion, bis Mother, and Helena, Lord Lafew, all in blacke. Mother. N deliuering my fonne from me, I burie a fe cond husband. Rof. And I in going Madam, weep ore my fathers death anew;but I must attend his maiefties command, to whom I am now in Ward, euermore in fubiection. Laf. You shall find of the King a husband Madame, you fir a father. He that fo generally is at all times good, muft of neceffitie hold his vertue to you, whofe worthineffe would stirre it vp where it wanted rather then lack it where there is fuch abundance. Mo. What hope is there of his Maiefties amendment? Laf. He hath abandon'd his Phifitions Madam, vnder whofe practifes he hath perfecuted time with hope, and finds no other aduantage in the proceffe, but onely the loofing of hope by time. Mo. This yong Gentlewoman had a father, O that had, how fad a paffage tis, whofe skill was almost as great as his honeftie, had it ftretch'd fo far, would haue made nature immortall, and death fhould haue play for lacke of worke. Would for the Kings fake hee were liuing, I thinke it would be the death of the Kings disease. Laf. How call'd you the man you speake of Madam? Mo. He was famous fir in his profeffion, and it was his great right to be fo: Gerard de Narbon. Laf. He was excellent indeed Madam, the King very latelie fpoke of him admiringly, and mourningly hee was skilfull enough to haue liu'd ftil, if knowledge could be fet vp against mortallitie. of? Rof. What is it (my good Lord) the King languishes Laf. A Fiftula my Lord. Rof. I heard not of it before. Laf. I would it were not notorious. Was this Gentlewoman the Daughter of Gerard de Narbon? Mo. His fole childe my Lord, and bequeathed to my ouer looking. I haue thofe hopes of her good, that her education promises her difpofitions fhee inherits, which makes faire gifts fairer: for where an vncleane mind carries vertuous qualities, there commendations go with pitty, they arc vertues and traitors too: in her they are the better for their fimpleneffe; the deriues her honeftie, and atcheeues her goodneffe. Lafew. Your commendations Madam get from her teares. Mo.'Tis the best brine a Maiden can feafon her praise in. The remembrance of her father neuer approches her heart, but the tirrany of her forrowes takes all liuelihood from her cheeke. No more of this Helena, go too, no more least it be rather thought you affect a forrow, then to haue Hell. I doe affect a forrow indeed, but I haue it too. Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, exceffiue greefe the enemie to the liuing. Mo. If the liuing be enemie to the greefe, the exceffe makes it foone mortall. Rof. Maddam I defire your holie wishes. Laf. How vnderstand we that? Mo. Be thou bleft Bertrame, and fucceed thy father Laf. He cannot want the best Mo. Heauen bleffe him: Farwell Bertram. Ro. The best wishes that can be forg'd in your thoghts be feruants to you: be comfortable to my mother, your Miftris, and make much of her. Laf. Farewell prettie Lady, you must hold the credit of your father. Hell. O were that all, I thinke not on my father, I am vndone, there is no liuing, none, Muft Hel. But he affailes, and our virginitie though valiant, in the defence yet is weak: vnfold to vs fome warlike refiftance. Par. There is none: Man fetting downe before you, will vndermine you, and blow you vp. Hel. Bleffe our poore Virginity from vnderminers and blowers vp. Is there no Military policy how Virgins might blow vp men? Par. Virginity beeing blowne downe, Man will quicklier be blowne vp: marry in blowing him downe againe, with the breach your felues made, you lofe your Citty. It is not politicke, in the Common-wealth of Nature, to preferue virginity. Loffe of Virginitie, is rationall encrease, and there was neuer Virgin goe, till virginitie was first loft. That you were made of, is mettall to make Virgins. Virginitie, by beeing once loft, may be ten times found: by being euer kept, it is euer loft: 'tis too cold a companion: Away with't. Hel. I will stand for't a little, though therefore I die a Virgin. Par. There's little can bee faide in't, 'tis against the rule of Nature. To fpeake on the part of virginitie, is to accufe your Mothers; which is moft infallible difobedience. He that hangs himfelfe is a Virgin : Virginitie murthers it felfe, and fhould be buried in highwayes out of all fanctified limit, as a defperate Offendreffe against Nature. Virginitie breedes mites, much like a Cheese, confumes it felfe to the very payring, and fo dies with feeding his owne ftomacke. Befides, Virginitie is peeuifh, proud, ydle, made of felfe-loue, which is the most inhibited finne in the Cannon. Keepe it not, you cannot choose but loose by't. Out with't: within ten yeare it will make it felfe two, which is a goodly increase, and the principall it felfe not much the worse. Away with't. Hel. How might one do fir, to loofe it to her owne liking? Par. Let mee fee. Marry ill, to like him that ne're it likes. 'Tis a commodity wil lofe the gloffe with lying: The longer kept, the leffe worth: Off with't while 'tis vendible. Anfwer the time of requeft, Virginitie like an olde Courtier, weares her cap out of fashion, richly futed, but vnfuteable, iuft like the brooch & the toothpick, which were not now your Date is better in your Pye and your Porredge, then in your cheeke: and your virginity, your old virginity, is like one of our French wither'd peares, it lookes ill, it eates drily, marry 'tis a wither'd peare it was formerly better, marry yet 'tis a wither'd peare: Will you any thing with it? : Hel. Not my virginity yet: There fhall your Mafter haue a thousand loues, Hel. That I wish well, 'tis pitty. Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't, Enter Page. Pag. Monfieur Parrolles, My Lord cals for you. Par. Little Hellen farewell, if I can remember thee, I will thinke of thee at Court. Hel. Monfieur Parolles, you were borne vnder a charitable ftarre. Par. Vnder Mars I. Hel. I efpecially thinke, vnder Mars. Par. Why vnder Mars? Hel. The warres hath fo kept you vnder, that you muft needes be borne vnder Mars. Par. When he was predominant. Hel. When he was retrograde I thinke rather. Hel. You go fo much backward when you fight. Hel. So is running away, When feare proposes the fafetie: But the compofition that your valour and feare makes in you, is a vertue of a good wing, and I like the weare well. Paroll. I am fo full of bufineffes, I cannot answere thee acutely I will returne perfect Courtier, in the which my inftruction fhall ferue to naturalize thee, fo thou wilt be capeable of a Courtiers councell, and vnderstand what aduice fhall thruft vppon thee, elfe thou dieft in thine vnthankfulnes, and thine ignorance makes thee away, farewell: When thou haft leyfure, fay thy praiers when thou haft none, remember thy Friends: V 2 Get Get thee a good husband, and vfe him as he vses thee: Hel. Our remedies oft in our felues do lye, That weigh their paines in fence, and do fuppofe Flourish Cornets. Enter the King of France with Letters, and diuers Attendants. King. The Florentines and Senoys are by th'eares, Haue fought with equall fortune, and continue A brauing warre. 1.Lo.G. So tis reported fir. King. Nay tis moft credible, we heere receiue it, A certaintie vouch'd from our Cofin Auftria, With caution, that the Florentine will moue vs For fpeedie ayde: wherein our deerest friend Preiudicates the bufineffe, and would feeme To haue vs make deniall. 1.Lo.G. His loue and wifedome Approu'd fo to your Maiefty, may pleade For ampleft credence. King. He hath arm'd our answer, 2. Lo. E. It well may ferue A nurfferie to our Gentrie, who are ficke King. What's he comes heere. Enter Bertram, Lafew, and Parolles. 1.Lor.G. It is the Count Rofignoll my good Lord, Yong Bertram. King. Youth, thou bear'ft thy Fathers face, Franke Nature rather curious then in haft Hath well compos'd thee: Thy Fathers morall parts Maift thou inherit too: Welcome to Paris. Ber. My thankes and dutie are your Maiefties. Kin. I would I had that corporall foundneffe now, As when thy father, and my felfe, in friendship Firft tride our fouldiership : he did looke farre Into the feruice of the time, and was Difcipled of the braueft. He lafted long, But on vs both did haggish Age steale on, And wore vs out of act: It much repaires me To talke of your good father; in his youth He had the wit, which I can well obferue To day in our yong Lords: but they may ieft Till their owne fcorne returne to them vnnoted Ere they can hide their leuitie in honour : So like a Courtier, contempt nor bitternesse Exit Were in his pride, or fharpneffe; if they were, Aud bow'd his eminent top to their low rankes, In their poore praise he humbled: Such a man Which followed well, would demonstrate them now Ber. His good remembrance fir Lies richer in your thoughts, then on his tombe: As in your royall speech. King. Would I were with him he would alwaies say, (Me thinkes I heare him now) his plaufiue words He scatter'd not in eares, but grafted them Το All but new things difdaine; whofe iudgements are I after him, do after him with too: Since I nor wax nor honie can bring home, I quickly were diffolued from my hiue To giue fome Labourers roome. L.2.E. You'r loued Sir, Ste. Maddam the care I haue had to euen your content, I wish might be found in the Kalender of my past endeuours, for then we wound our Modeftie, and make foule the clearneffe of our deferuings, when of our felues we publish them. Coun. What doe's this knaue heere? Get you gone firra: the complaints I haue heard of you I do not all beleeue, 'tis my flowneffe that I doe not: For I know you lacke not folly to commit them, & haue abilitie enough to make fuch knaueries yours. Clo. "Tis not vnknown to you Madam, I am a poore fellow. of the rich are damn'd, but if I may haue your Ladiships good will to goe to the world, Isbell the woman and w will doe as we may. Coun. Wilt thou needes be a begger? Clo. I doe beg your good will in this cafe. Clo. In Isbels cafe and mine owne: feruice is no heritage, and I thinke I fhall neuer haue the bleffing of God, till I haue iffue a my bodie : for they fay barnes are bleffings. Cou. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marrie? Clo. My poore bodie Madam requires it, I am driuen onby the flesh, and hee must needes goe that the diuell driues. Cou. Is this all your worships reafon? Clo. Faith Madam I haue other holie reafons, fuch as they are. Con. May the world know them? Clo. I haue beene Madam a wicked creature, as you and all flesh and blood are, and indeede I doe marrie that I may repent. Cou. Thy marriage fooner then thy wickedneffe. Clo. I am out a friends Madam, and I hope to haue friends for my wiues fake. Cou. Such friends are thine enemies knaue. Clo. Y'are fhallow Madam in great friends, for the knaues come to doe that for me which I am a wearie of: he that eres my Land, fpares my teame, and giues mee leaue to Inne the crop if I be his cuckold hee's my drudge; he that comforts my wife, is the cherisher of my flesh and blood; hee that cherishes my flesh and blood, loues my flesh and blood; he that loues my flesh and blood is my friend:ergo, he that kiffes my wife is my friend: if men could be contented to be what they are, there were no feare in marriage, for yong Charbon the Puritan, and old Poyfam the Papift, how fomere their hearts are feuer'd in Religion, their heads are both one, they may ioule horns together like any Deare i'th Herd. Cou. Wilt thou euer be a foule mouth'd and calumnious knaue? Clo. A Prophet I Madam, and I fpeake the truth the next waie, for I the Ballad will repeate, which men full true fhall finde, your marriage comes by deftinie, your Cuckow fings by kinde. Cou. Get you gone fir, Ile talke with you more anon. Stew. May it please you Madam, that hee bid Hellen come to you, of her I am to fpeake. Cou. Sirra tell my gentlewoman I would fpeake with her, Hellen I meane. Clo. Was this faire face the caufe, quoth fhe, Why the Grecians facked Troy, Fond done, done, fond was this King Priams ioy, With that the fighed as the ftood, bis And gaue this fentence then, among nine bad if one be good, among nine bad if one be good, there's yet one good in ten. Cou. What, one good in tenne? you corrupt the fong firra. Clo. One good woman in ten Madam, which is a pur'fying ath' fong: would God would ferue the world fo all the yeere, weed finde no fault with the tithe woman if I were the Parfon, one in ten quoth a? and wee might haue a good woman borne but ore euerie blazing starre, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the Lotteriewell, a man may draw his heart out ere a plucke one. Cou. Youle begone fir knaue, and doe as I command you? Stew. Madam, I was verie late more neere her then I thinke fhee wifht mee, alone fhee was, and did communicate to her felfe her owne words to her owne eares, fhee thought, I dare vowe for her, they toucht not anie ftranger fence, her matter was, shee loued your Sonne; Fortune thee faid was no goddeffe, that had put fuch difference betwixt their two eftates: Loue no god, that would not extend his might onelie, where qualities were leuell, Queene of Virgins, that would fuffer her poore Knight furpris'd without refcue in the first affault or ranfome afterward: This fhee deliuer'd in the most bitter touch of forrow that ere I heard Virgin exclaime in, which I held my dutie fpeedily to acquaint you withall, fithence in the loffe that may happen, it concernes you fomething to know it. Cou. You haue difcharg'd this honeftlie, keepe it to your felfe, manie likelihoods inform'd mee of this before, which hung fo tottring in the ballance, that I could neither beleeue nor mifdoubt: praie you leaue mee, stall this in your bofome, and I thanke you for your honeft care: I will fpeake with you further anon. Exit Steward. Enter Hellen. Old. Cou. Euen fo it vvas vvith me when I was yong: If euer vve are natures, these are ours, this thorne Doth to our Rofe of youth righlie belong Our bloud to vs, this to our blood is borne, It is the show, and feale of natures truth, Such were our faults, or then we thought them none, Hell. What is your pleasure Madam? Ol. Cou. You know Hellen I am a mother to you. Ol.Cou. Nay a mother, why not a mother? when I fed a mother Me thought you faw a ferpent, what's in mother, V 3 The |