ACT I
SCENE I. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
Enter BERTRAM, the COUNTESS of Rousillon, HELENA,
and LAFEU, all in black
- COUNTESS
- In delivering my son from me, I bury a second husband.
- BERTRAM
- And I in going, madam, weep o'er my father's death
- anew: but I must attend his majesty's command, to
- whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection.
- LAFEU
- You shall find of the king a husband, madam; you,
- sir, a father: he that so generally is at all times
- good must of necessity hold his virtue to you; whose
- worthiness would stir it up where it wanted rather
- than lack it where there is such abundance.
- COUNTESS
- What hope is there of his majesty's amendment?
- LAFEU
- He hath abandoned his physicians, madam; under whose
- practises he hath persecuted time with hope, and
- finds no other advantage in the process but only the
- losing of hope by time.
- COUNTESS
- This young gentlewoman had a father — O, that
- 'had'! how sad a passage 'tis! — whose skill was
- almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so
- far, would have made nature immortal, and death
- should have play for lack of work. Would, for the
- king's sake, he were living! I think it would be
- the death of the king's disease.
- LAFEU
- How called you the man you speak of, madam?
- COUNTESS
- He was famous, sir, in his profession, and it was
- his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon.
- LAFEU
- He was excellent indeed, madam: the king very
- lately spoke of him admiringly and mourningly: he
- was skilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge
- could be set up against mortality.
- BERTRAM
- What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of?
- LAFEU
- A fistula, my lord.
- BERTRAM
- I heard not of it before.
- LAFEU
- I would it were not notorious. Was this gentlewoman
- the daughter of Gerard de Narbon?
- COUNTESS
- His sole child, my lord, and bequeathed to my
- overlooking. I have those hopes of her good that
- her education promises; her dispositions she
- inherits, which makes fair gifts fairer; for where
- an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there
- commendations go with pity; they are virtues and
- traitors too; in her they are the better for their
- simpleness; she derives her honesty and achieves her goodness.
- LAFEU
- Your commendations, madam, get from her tears.
- COUNTESS
- 'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise
- in. The remembrance of her father never approaches
- her heart but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all
- livelihood from her cheek. No more of this, Helena;
- go to, no more; lest it be rather thought you affect
- a sorrow than have it.
- HELENA
- I do affect a sorrow indeed, but I have it too.
- LAFEU
- Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead,
- excessive grief the enemy to the living.
- COUNTESS
- If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess
- makes it soon mortal.
- BERTRAM
- Madam, I desire your holy wishes.
- LAFEU
- How understand we that?
- COUNTESS
- Be thou blest, Bertram, and succeed thy father
- In manners, as in shape! thy blood and virtue
- Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness
- Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few,
- Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
- Rather in power than use, and keep thy friend
- Under thy own life's key: be cheque'd for silence,
- But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will,
- That thee may furnish and my prayers pluck down,
- Fall on thy head! Farewell, my lord;
- 'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord,
- Advise him.
- LAFEU
- He cannot want the best
- That shall attend his love.
- COUNTESS
- Heaven bless him! Farewell, Bertram.
Exit
- BERTRAM
- To HELENA The best wishes that can be forged in
- your thoughts be servants to you! Be comfortable
- to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her.
- LAFEU
- Farewell, pretty lady: you must hold the credit of
- your father.
Exeunt BERTRAM and LAFEU
- HELENA
- O, were that all! I think not on my father;
- And these great tears grace his remembrance more
- Than those I shed for him. What was he like?
- I have forgot him: my imagination
- Carries no favour in't but Bertram's.
- I am undone: there is no living, none,
- If Bertram be away.
- The ambition in my love thus plagues itself:
- The hind that would be mated by the lion
- Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though plague,
- To see him every hour; to sit and draw
- His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,
- In our heart's table; heart too capable
- Of every line and trick of his sweet favour:
- But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy
- Must sanctify his reliques. Who comes here?
- Enter PAROLLES
- Aside
- One that goes with him: I love him for his sake;
- And yet I know him a notorious liar,
- Think him a great way fool, solely a coward;
- Yet these fixed evils sit so fit in him,
- That they take place, when virtue's steely bones
- Look bleak i' the cold wind: withal, full oft we see
- Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
- PAROLLES
- Save you, fair queen!

- PAROLLES
- No.
- HELENA
- And no.
- PAROLLES
- Are you meditating on virginity?
- HELENA
- Ay. You have some stain of soldier in you: let me
- ask you a question. Man is enemy to virginity; how
- may we barricado it against him?
- PAROLLES
- Keep him out.
- HELENA
- But he assails; and our virginity, though valiant,
- in the defence yet is weak: unfold to us some
- warlike resistance.

- HELENA
- Bless our poor virginity from underminers and
- blowers up! Is there no military policy, how
- virgins might blow up men?
- PAROLLES
- Virginity being blown down, man will quicklier be
- blown up: marry, in blowing him down again, with
- the breach yourselves made, you lose your city. It
- is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to
- preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational
- increase and there was never virgin got till
- virginity was first lost. That you were made of is
- metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost
- may be ten times found; by being ever kept, it is
- ever lost: 'tis too cold a companion; away with 't!

- PAROLLES
- There's little can be said in 't; 'tis against the
- rule of nature. To speak on the part of virginity,
- is to accuse your mothers; which is most infallible
- disobedience. He that hangs himself is a virgin:
- virginity murders itself and should be buried in
- highways out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate
- offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites,
- much like a cheese; consumes itself to the very
- paring, and so dies with feeding his own stomach.
- Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of
- self-love, which is the most inhibited sin in the
- canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose but loose
- by't: out with 't! within ten year it will make
- itself ten, which is a goodly increase; and the
- principal itself not much the worse: away with 't!
- HELENA
- How might one do, sir, to lose it to her own liking?
- PAROLLES
- Let me see: marry, ill, to like him that ne'er it
- likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss with
- lying; the longer kept, the less worth: off with 't
- while 'tis vendible; answer the time of request.
- Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out
- of fashion: richly suited, but unsuitable: just
- like the brooch and the tooth-pick, which wear not
- now. Your date is better in your pie and your
- porridge than in your cheek; and your virginity,
- your old virginity, is like one of our French
- withered pears, it looks ill, it eats drily; marry,
- 'tis a withered pear; it was formerly better;
- marry, yet 'tis a withered pear: will you anything with it?
 Now shall he —
- I know not what he shall.
- The court's a learning place, and he is one —
- PAROLLES
- What one, i' faith?
- HELENA
- That I wish well. 'Tis pity —
- PAROLLES
- What's pity?
- HELENA
- That wishing well had not a body in't,
- Which might be felt; that we, the poorer born,
- Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes,
- Might with effects of them follow our friends,
- And show what we alone must think, which never
- Return us thanks.
Enter Page
- Page
- Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you.
Exit
- PAROLLES
- Little Helen, farewell; if I can remember thee, I
- will think of thee at court.
- HELENA
- Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitable star.
- PAROLLES
- Under Mars, I.
- HELENA
- I especially think, under Mars.
- PAROLLES
- Why under Mars?
- HELENA
- The wars have so kept you under that you must needs
- be born under Mars.
- PAROLLES
- When he was predominant.
- HELENA
- When he was retrograde, I think, rather.
- PAROLLES
- Why think you so?
- HELENA
- You go so much backward when you fight.
- PAROLLES
- That's for advantage.
- HELENA
- So is running away, when fear proposes the safety;
- but the composition that your valour and fear makes
- in you is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the wear well.
- PAROLLES
- I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer thee
- acutely. I will return perfect courtier; in the
- which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize
- thee, so thou wilt be capable of a courtier's
- counsel and understand what advice shall thrust upon
- thee; else thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and
- thine ignorance makes thee away: farewell. When
- thou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast
- none, remember thy friends; get thee a good husband,
- and use him as he uses thee; so, farewell.
Exit
- HELENA
- Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
- Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky
- Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull
- Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.
- What power is it which mounts my love so high,
- That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?
- The mightiest space in fortune nature brings
- To join like likes and kiss like native things.
- Impossible be strange attempts to those
- That weigh their pains in sense and do suppose
- What hath been cannot be: who ever strove
- So show her merit, that did miss her love?
- The king's disease — my project may deceive me,
- But my intents are fix'd and will not leave me.
Exit
SCENE II. Paris. The KING's palace.
Flourish of cornets. Enter the KING of France,
with letters, and divers Attendants
- KING
- The Florentines and Senoys are by the ears;
- Have fought with equal fortune and continue
- A braving war.
- First Lord
- So 'tis reported, sir.
- KING
- Nay, 'tis most credible; we here received 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 Lord
- His love and wisdom,
- Approved so to your majesty, may plead
- For amplest credence.
- KING
- 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 Lord
- It well may serve
- A nursery to our gentry, who are sick
- For breathing and exploit.
- KING
- What's he comes here?
Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES
- First Lord
- It is the Count Rousillon, my good lord,
- Young Bertram.
- KING
- Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face;
- Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,
- Hath well composed thee. Thy father's moral parts
- Mayst thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.
- BERTRAM
- My thanks and duty are your majesty's.
- KING
- 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
- To-day in our young lords; but they may jest
- Till their own scorn return to them unnoted
- Ere they can hide their levity in honour;
- So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness
- Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were,
- His equal had awaked them, and his honour,
- 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 used 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, follow'd well, would demonstrate them now
- But goers backward.
- BERTRAM
- 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
- 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 labourers room.

- KING
- I fill a place, I know't. How long is't, count,
- Since the physician at your father's died?
- He was much famed.
- BERTRAM
- Some six months since, my lord.
- KING
- 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.
- BERTRAM
- Thank your majesty.
Exeunt. Flourish
SCENE III. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
Enter COUNTESS, Steward, and Clown
- COUNTESS
- I will now hear; what say you of this gentlewoman?
- Steward
- Madam, the care I have had to even your content, I
- wish might be found in the calendar of my past
- endeavours; for then we wound our modesty and make
- foul the clearness of our deservings, when of
- ourselves we publish them.
- COUNTESS
- What does this knave here?
- Clown
- 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a poor fellow.
- COUNTESS
- Well, sir.
- Clown
- No, madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor, though
- many of the rich are damned: but, if I may have
- your ladyship's good will to go to the world, Isbel
- the woman and I will do as we may.
- COUNTESS
- Wilt thou needs be a beggar?
- Clown
- I do beg your good will in this case.
- COUNTESS
- In what case?
- Clown
- In Isbel's case and mine own. Service is no
- heritage: and I think I shall never have the
- blessing of God till I have issue o' my body; for
- they say barnes are blessings.
- COUNTESS
- Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry.
- Clown
- My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on
- by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.
- COUNTESS
- Is this all your worship's reason?
- Clown
- Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons such as they
- are.
- COUNTESS
- May the world know them?
- Clown
- I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you and
- all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do marry
- that I may repent.
- COUNTESS
- Thy marriage, sooner than thy wickedness.
- Clown
- I am out o' friends, madam; and I hope to have
- friends for my wife's sake.
- COUNTESS
- Such friends are thine enemies, knave.
- Clown
- You're shallow, madam, in great friends; for the
- knaves come to do that for me which I am aweary of.
- He that ears my land spares my team and gives me
- leave to in the crop; if I be his cuckold, he's my
- drudge: he that comforts my wife is the cherisher
- of my flesh and blood; he that cherishes my flesh
- and blood loves my flesh and blood; he that loves my
- flesh and blood is my friend: ergo, he that kisses
- my wife is my friend. If men could be contented to
- be what they are, there were no fear in marriage;
- for young Charbon the Puritan and old Poysam the
- Papist, howsome'er their hearts are severed in
- religion, their heads are both one; they may jowl
- horns together, like any deer i' the herd.
- COUNTESS
- Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed and calumnious knave?
- Clown
- A prophet I, madam; and I speak the truth the next
- way:
- For I the ballad will repeat,
- Which men full true shall find;
- Your marriage comes by destiny,
- Your cuckoo sings by kind.
- COUNTESS
- Get you gone, sir; I'll talk with you more anon.
- Steward
- May it please you, madam, that he bid Helen come to
- you: of her I am to speak.
- COUNTESS
- Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her;
- Helen, I mean.
- Clown
- Was this fair face the cause, quoth she,
- Why the Grecians sacked Troy?
- Fond done, done fond,
- Was this King Priam's joy?
- With that she sighed as she stood,
- With that she sighed as she stood,
- And gave this sentence then;
- Among nine bad if one be good,
- Among nine bad if one be good,
- There's yet one good in ten.
- COUNTESS
- What, one good in ten? you corrupt the song, sirrah.
- Clown
- One good woman in ten, madam; which is a purifying
- o' the song: would God would serve the world so all
- the year! we'ld find no fault with the tithe-woman,
- if I were the parson. One in ten, quoth a'! An we
- might have a good woman born but one every blazing
- star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery
- well: a man may draw his heart out, ere a' pluck
- one.
- COUNTESS
- You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I command you.
- Clown
- That man should be at woman's command, and yet no
- hurt done! Though honesty be no puritan, yet it
- will do no hurt; it will wear the surplice of
- humility over the black gown of a big heart. I am
- going, forsooth: the business is for Helen to come hither.
Exit
- COUNTESS
- Well, now.
- Steward
- I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman entirely.
- COUNTESS
- Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her to me; and
- she herself, without other advantage, may lawfully
- make title to as much love as she finds: there is
- more owing her than is paid; and more shall be paid
- her than she'll demand.
- Steward
- Madam, I was very late more near her than I think
- she wished me: alone she was, and did communicate
- to herself her own words to her own ears; she
- thought, I dare vow for her, they touched not any
- stranger sense. Her matter was, she loved your son:
- Fortune, she said, was no goddess, that had put
- such difference betwixt their two estates; Love no
- god, that would not extend his might, only where
- qualities were level; Dian no queen of virgins, that
- would suffer her poor knight surprised, without
- rescue in the first assault or ransom afterward.
- This she delivered in the most bitter touch of
- sorrow that e'er I heard virgin exclaim in: which I
- held my duty speedily to acquaint you withal;
- sithence, in the loss that may happen, it concerns
- you something to know it.
- COUNTESS
- You have discharged this honestly; keep it to
- yourself: many likelihoods informed me of this
- before, which hung so tottering in the balance that
- I could neither believe nor misdoubt. Pray you,
- leave me: stall this in your bosom; and I thank you
- for your honest care: I will speak with you further anon.
- Exit Steward
- Enter HELENA
- Even so it was with me when I was young:
- If ever we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn
- Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong;
- Our blood to us, this to our blood is born;
- It is the show and seal of nature's truth,
- Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth:
- By our remembrances of days foregone,
- Such were our faults, or then we thought them none.
- Her eye is sick on't: I observe her now.
- HELENA
- What is your pleasure, madam?

- HELENA
- Mine honourable mistress.
- COUNTESS
- Nay, a mother:
- Why not a mother? When I said 'a mother,'
- Methought you saw a serpent: what's in 'mother,'
- That you start at it? I say, I am your mother;
- And put you in the catalogue of those
- That were enwombed mine: 'tis often seen
- Adoption strives with nature and choice breeds
- A native slip to us from foreign seeds:
- You ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan,
- Yet I express to you a mother's care:
- God's mercy, maiden! does it curd thy blood
- To say I am thy mother? What's the matter,
- That this distemper'd messenger of wet,
- The many-colour'd Iris, rounds thine eye?
- Why? that you are my daughter?
- HELENA
- That I am not.
- COUNTESS
- I say, I am your mother.
- HELENA
- Pardon, madam;
- The Count Rousillon cannot be my brother:
- I am from humble, he from honour'd name;
- No note upon my parents, his all noble:
- My master, my dear lord he is; and I
- His servant live, and will his vassal die:
- He must not be my brother.
- COUNTESS
- Nor I your mother?
- HELENA
- You are my mother, madam; would you were —
- So that my lord your son were not my brother —
- Indeed my mother! or were you both our mothers,
- I care no more for than I do for heaven,
- So I were not his sister. Can't no other,
- But, I your daughter, he must be my brother?
 What, pale again?
- My fear hath catch'd your fondness: now I see
- The mystery of your loneliness, and find
- Your salt tears' head: now to all sense 'tis gross
- You love my son; invention is ashamed,
- Against the proclamation of thy passion,
- To say thou dost not: therefore tell me true;
- But tell me then, 'tis so; for, look thy cheeks
- Confess it, th' one to th' other; and thine eyes
- See it so grossly shown in thy behaviors
- That in their kind they speak it: only sin
- And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue,
- That truth should be suspected. Speak, is't so?
- If it be so, you have wound a goodly clew;
- If it be not, forswear't: howe'er, I charge thee,
- As heaven shall work in me for thine avail,
- Tell me truly.
- HELENA
- Good madam, pardon me!
- COUNTESS
- Do you love my son?
- HELENA
- Your pardon, noble mistress!
- COUNTESS
- Love you my son?
- HELENA
- Do not you love him, madam?
- COUNTESS
- Go not about; my love hath in't a bond,
- Whereof the world takes note: come, come, disclose
- The state of your affection; for your passions
- Have to the full appeach'd.
- HELENA
- Then, I confess,
- Here on my knee, before high heaven and you,
- That before you, and next unto high heaven,
- I love your son.
- My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love:
- Be not offended; for it hurts not him
- That he is loved of me: I follow him not
- By any token of presumptuous suit;
- Nor would I have him till I do deserve him;
- Yet never know how that desert should be.
- I know I love in vain, strive against hope;
- Yet in this captious and intenible sieve
- I still pour in the waters of my love
- And lack not to lose still: thus, Indian-like,
- Religious in mine error, I adore
- The sun, that looks upon his worshipper,
- But knows of him no more. My dearest madam,
- Let not your hate encounter with my love
- For loving where you do: but if yourself,
- Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth,
- Did ever in so true a flame of liking
- Wish chastely and love dearly, that your Dian
- Was both herself and love: O, then, give pity
- To her, whose state is such that cannot choose
- But lend and give where she is sure to lose;
- That seeks not to find that her search implies,
- But riddle-like lives sweetly where she dies!
- COUNTESS
- Had you not lately an intent — speak truly —
- To go to Paris?
- HELENA
- Madam, I had.
- COUNTESS
- Wherefore? tell true.
- HELENA
- I will tell truth; by grace itself I swear.
- You know my father left me some prescriptions
- Of rare and proved effects, such as his reading
- And manifest experience had collected
- For general sovereignty; and that he will'd me
- In heedfull'st reservation to bestow them,
- As notes whose faculties inclusive were
- More than they were in note: amongst the rest,
- There is a remedy, approved, set down,
- To cure the desperate languishings whereof
- The king is render'd lost.
- COUNTESS
- This was your motive
- For Paris, was it? speak.
- HELENA
- My lord your son made me to think of this;
- Else Paris and the medicine and the king
- Had from the conversation of my thoughts
- Haply been absent then.
- COUNTESS
- But think you, Helen,
- If you should tender your supposed aid,
- He would receive it? he and his physicians
- Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him,
- They, that they cannot help: how shall they credit
- A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools,
- Embowell'd of their doctrine, have left off
- The danger to itself?
- HELENA
- There's something in't,
- More than my father's skill, which was the greatest
- Of his profession, that his good receipt
- Shall for my legacy be sanctified
- By the luckiest stars in heaven: and, would your honour
- But give me leave to try success, I'ld venture
- The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure
- By such a day and hour.
- COUNTESS
- Dost thou believe't?
- HELENA
- Ay, madam, knowingly.
- COUNTESS
- Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave and love,
- Means and attendants and my loving greetings
- To those of mine in court: I'll stay at home
- And pray God's blessing into thy attempt:
- Be gone to-morrow; and be sure of this,
- What I can help thee to thou shalt not miss.
Exeunt
ACT II
SCENE I. Paris. The KING's palace.
Flourish of cornets. Enter the KING, attended
with divers young Lords taking leave for the
Florentine war; BERTRAM, and PAROLLES
- KING
- Farewell, young lords; these warlike principles
- Do not throw from you: and you, my lords, farewell:
- Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain, all
- The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis received,
- And is enough for both.
- First Lord
- 'Tis our hope, sir,
- After well enter'd soldiers, to return
- And find your grace in health.
- KING
- No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart
- Will not confess he owes the malady
- That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords;
- Whether I live or die, be you the sons
- Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy —
- Those bated that inherit but the fall
- Of the last monarchy — see that you come
- Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when
- The bravest questant shrinks, find what you seek,
- That fame may cry you loud: I say, farewell.
- Second Lord
- Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty!
- KING
- Those girls of Italy, take heed of them:
- They say, our French lack language to deny,
- If they demand: beware of being captives,
- Before you serve.
- Both
- Our hearts receive your warnings.
- KING
- Farewell. Come hither to me.
Exit, attended
- First Lord
- O, my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us!
- PAROLLES
- 'Tis not his fault, the spark.
- Second Lord
- O, 'tis brave wars!
- PAROLLES
- Most admirable: I have seen those wars.
- BERTRAM
- I am commanded here, and kept a coil with
- 'Too young' and 'the next year' and ''tis too early.'
- PAROLLES
- An thy mind stand to't, boy, steal away bravely.
- BERTRAM
- I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock,
- Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry,
- Till honour be bought up and no sword worn
- But one to dance with! By heaven, I'll steal away.
- First Lord
- There's honour in the theft.
- PAROLLES
- Commit it, count.
- Second Lord
- I am your accessary; and so, farewell.
- BERTRAM
- I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body.
- First Lord
- Farewell, captain.
- Second Lord
- Sweet Monsieur Parolles!
- PAROLLES
- Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin. Good
- sparks and lustrous, a word, good metals: you shall
- find in the regiment of the Spinii one Captain
- Spurio, with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, here
- on his sinister cheek; it was this very sword
- entrenched it: say to him, I live; and observe his
- reports for me.
- First Lord
- We shall, noble captain.
Exeunt Lords
- PAROLLES
- Mars dote on you for his novices! what will ye do?
- BERTRAM
- Stay: the king.
Re-enter KING. BERTRAM and PAROLLES retire
- PAROLLES
- To BERTRAM Use a more spacious ceremony to the
- noble lords; you have restrained yourself within the
- list of too cold an adieu: be more expressive to
- them: for they wear themselves in the cap of the
- time, there do muster true gait, eat, speak, and
- move under the influence of the most received star;
- and though the devil lead the measure, such are to
- be followed: after them, and take a more dilated farewell.
- BERTRAM
- And I will do so.
- PAROLLES
- Worthy fellows; and like to prove most sinewy sword-men.
Exeunt BERTRAM and PAROLLES
Enter LAFEU
- LAFEU
- Kneeling Pardon, my lord, for me and for my tidings.
- KING
- I'll fee thee to stand up.
- LAFEU
- Then here's a man stands, that has brought his pardon.
- I would you had kneel'd, my lord, to ask me mercy,
- And that at my bidding you could so stand up.
- KING
- I would I had; so I had broke thy pate,
- And ask'd thee mercy for't.
- LAFEU
- Good faith, across: but, my good lord 'tis thus;
- Will you be cured of your infirmity?
- KING
- No.
- LAFEU
- O, will you eat no grapes, my royal fox?
- Yes, but you will my noble grapes, an if
- My royal fox could reach them: I have seen a medicine
- That's able to breathe life into a stone,
- Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary
- With spritely fire and motion; whose simple touch,
- Is powerful to araise King Pepin, nay,
- To give great Charlemain a pen in's hand,
- And write to her a love-line.
- KING
- What 'her' is this?
- LAFEU
- Why, Doctor She: my lord, there's one arrived,
- If you will see her: now, by my faith and honour,
- If seriously I may convey my thoughts
- In this my light deliverance, I have spoke
- With one that, in her sex, her years, profession,
- Wisdom and constancy, hath amazed me more
- Than I dare blame my weakness: will you see her
- For that is her demand, and know her business?
- That done, laugh well at me.
- KING
- Now, good Lafeu,
- Bring in the admiration; that we with thee
- May spend our wonder too, or take off thine
- By wondering how thou took'st it.
- LAFEU
- Nay, I'll fit you,
- And not be all day neither.
Exit
- KING
- Thus he his special nothing ever prologues.
Re-enter LAFEU, with HELENA
- LAFEU
- Nay, come your ways.
- KING
- This haste hath wings indeed.

Exit
- KING
- Now, fair one, does your business follow us?
- HELENA
- Ay, my good lord.
- Gerard de Narbon was my father;
- In what he did profess, well found.
- KING
- I knew him.
- HELENA
- The rather will I spare my praises towards him:
- Knowing him is enough. On's bed of death
- Many receipts he gave me: chiefly one.
- Which, as the dearest issue of his practise,
- And of his old experience the oily darling,
- He bade me store up, as a triple eye,
- Safer than mine own two, more dear; I have so;
- And hearing your high majesty is touch'd
- With that malignant cause wherein the honour
- Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power,
- I come to tender it and my appliance
- With all bound humbleness.
- KING
- We thank you, maiden;
- But may not be so credulous of cure,
- When our most learned doctors leave us and
- The congregated college have concluded
- That labouring art can never ransom nature
- From her inaidible estate; I say we must not
- So stain our judgment, or corrupt our hope,
- To prostitute our past-cure malady
- To empirics, or to dissever so
- Our great self and our credit, to esteem
- A senseless help when help past sense we deem.
- HELENA
- My duty then shall pay me for my pains:
- I will no more enforce mine office on you.
- Humbly entreating from your royal thoughts
- A modest one, to bear me back a again.
- KING
- I cannot give thee less, to be call'd grateful:
- Thou thought'st to help me; and such thanks I give
- As one near death to those that wish him live:
- But what at full I know, thou know'st no part,
- I knowing all my peril, thou no art.
- HELENA
- What I can do can do no hurt to try,
- Since you set up your rest 'gainst remedy.
- He that of greatest works is finisher
- Oft does them by the weakest minister:
- So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown,
- When judges have been babes; great floods have flown
- From simple sources, and great seas have dried
- When miracles have by the greatest been denied.
- Oft expectation fails and most oft there
- Where most it promises, and oft it hits
- Where hope is coldest and despair most fits.
- KING
- I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind maid;
- Thy pains not used must by thyself be paid:
- Proffers not took reap thanks for their reward.
- HELENA
- Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd:
- It is not so with Him that all things knows
- As 'tis with us that square our guess by shows;
- But most it is presumption in us when
- The help of heaven we count the act of men.
- Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent;
- Of heaven, not me, make an experiment.
- I am not an impostor that proclaim
- Myself against the level of mine aim;
- But know I think and think I know most sure
- My art is not past power nor you past cure.
- KING
- Are thou so confident? within what space
- Hopest thou my cure?
- HELENA
- The great'st grace lending grace
- Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring
- Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring,
- Ere twice in murk and occidental damp
- Moist Hesperus hath quench'd his sleepy lamp,
- Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass
- Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass,
- What is infirm from your sound parts shall fly,
- Health shall live free and sickness freely die.
- KING
- Upon thy certainty and confidence
- What darest thou venture?
- HELENA
- Tax of impudence,
- A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame
- Traduced by odious ballads: my maiden's name
- Sear'd otherwise; nay, worse — if worse — extended
- With vilest torture let my life be ended.
- KING
- Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak
- His powerful sound within an organ weak:
- And what impossibility would slay
- In common sense, sense saves another way.
- Thy life is dear; for all that life can rate
- Worth name of life in thee hath estimate,
- Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, all
- That happiness and prime can happy call:
- Thou this to hazard needs must intimate
- Skill infinite or monstrous desperate.

- HELENA
- If I break time, or flinch in property
- Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die,
- And well deserved: not helping, death's my fee;
- But, if I help, what do you promise me?
- KING
- Make thy demand.
- HELENA
- But will you make it even?
- KING
- Ay, by my sceptre and my hopes of heaven.
- HELENA
- Then shalt thou give me with thy kingly hand
- What husband in thy power I will command:
- Exempted be from me the arrogance
- To choose from forth the royal blood of France,
- My low and humble name to propagate
- With any branch or image of thy state;
- But such a one, thy vassal, whom I know
- Is free for me to ask, thee to bestow.
- KING
- Here is my hand; the premises observed,
- Thy will by my performance shall be served:
- So make the choice of thy own time, for I,
- Thy resolved patient, on thee still rely.
- More should I question thee, and more I must,
- Though more to know could not be more to trust,
- From whence thou camest, how tended on: but rest
- Unquestion'd welcome and undoubted blest.
- Give me some help here, ho! If thou proceed
- As high as word, my deed shall match thy meed.
Flourish. Exeunt
SCENE II. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
Enter COUNTESS and Clown
- COUNTESS
- Come on, sir; I shall now put you to the height of
- your breeding.
- Clown
- I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught: I
- know my business is but to the court.
- COUNTESS
- To the court! why, what place make you special,
- when you put off that with such contempt? But to the court!
- Clown
- Truly, madam, if God have lent a man any manners, he
- may easily put it off at court: he that cannot make
- a leg, put off's cap, kiss his hand and say nothing,
- has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and indeed
- such a fellow, to say precisely, were not for the
- court; but for me, I have an answer will serve all
- men.
- COUNTESS
- Marry, that's a bountiful answer that fits all
- questions.
- Clown
- It is like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks,
- the pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn
- buttock, or any buttock.
- COUNTESS
- Will your answer serve fit to all questions?
- Clown
- As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney,
- as your French crown for your taffeta punk, as Tib's
- rush for Tom's forefinger, as a pancake for Shrove
- Tuesday, a morris for May-day, as the nail to his
- hole, the cuckold to his horn, as a scolding queen
- to a wrangling knave, as the nun's lip to the
- friar's mouth, nay, as the pudding to his skin.
- COUNTESS
- Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for all
- questions?
- Clown
- From below your duke to beneath your constable, it
- will fit any question.
- COUNTESS
- It must be an answer of most monstrous size that
- must fit all demands.
- Clown
- But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned
- should speak truth of it: here it is, and all that
- belongs to't. Ask me if I am a courtier: it shall
- do you no harm to learn.
- COUNTESS
- To be young again, if we could: I will be a fool in
- question, hoping to be the wiser by your answer.
- Clown
- O Lord, sir! There's a simple putting off. More,
- more, a hundred of them.
- COUNTESS
- Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you.
- Clown
- O Lord, sir! Thick, thick, spare not me.
- COUNTESS
- I think, sir, you can eat none of this homely meat.
- Clown
- O Lord, sir! Nay, put me to't, I warrant you.
- COUNTESS
- You were lately whipped, sir, as I think.
- Clown
- O Lord, sir! spare not me.
- COUNTESS
- Do you cry, 'O Lord, sir!' at your whipping, and
- 'spare not me?' Indeed your 'O Lord, sir!' is very
- sequent to your whipping: you would answer very well
- to a whipping, if you were but bound to't.
- Clown
- I ne'er had worse luck in my life in my 'O Lord,
- sir!' I see things may serve long, but not serve ever.

- Clown
- O Lord, sir! why, there't serves well again.
- COUNTESS
- An end, sir; to your business. Give Helen this,
- And urge her to a present answer back:
- Commend me to my kinsmen and my son:
- This is not much.
- Clown
- Not much commendation to them.
- COUNTESS
- Not much employment for you: you understand me?
- Clown
- Most fruitfully: I am there before my legs.
- COUNTESS
- Haste you again.
Exeunt severally
SCENE III. Paris. The KING's palace.
Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES
- LAFEU
- They 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 submit
- ourselves to an unknown fear.
- PAROLLES
- Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder that hath
- shot out in our latter times.
- BERTRAM
- And so 'tis.
- LAFEU
- To be relinquish'd of the artists —
- PAROLLES
- So I say.
- LAFEU
- Both of Galen and Paracelsus.
- PAROLLES
- So I say.
- LAFEU
- Of all the learned and authentic fellows —
- PAROLLES
- Right; so I say.
- LAFEU
- That gave him out incurable —
- PAROLLES
- Why, there 'tis; so say I too.
- LAFEU
- Not to be helped —
- PAROLLES
- Right; as 'twere, a man assured of a —
- LAFEU
- Uncertain life, and sure death.
- PAROLLES
- Just, you say well; so would I have said.
- LAFEU
- I may truly say, it is a novelty to the world.
- PAROLLES
- It is, indeed: if you will have it in showing, you
- shall read it in — what do you call there?
- LAFEU
- A showing of a heavenly effect in an earthly actor.
- PAROLLES
- That's it; I would have said the very same.
- LAFEU
- Why, your dolphin is not lustier: 'fore me,
- I speak in respect —
- PAROLLES
- Nay, 'tis strange, 'tis very strange, that is the
- brief and the tedious of it; and he's of a most
- facinerious spirit that will not acknowledge it to be the —
- LAFEU
- Very hand of heaven.
- PAROLLES
- Ay, so I say.
- LAFEU
- In a most weak —
- pausing
- and debile minister, great power, great
- transcendence: which should, indeed, give us a
- further use to be made than alone the recovery of
- the king, as to be —
- pausing
- generally thankful.
- PAROLLES
- I would have said it; you say well. Here comes the king.
Enter KING, HELENA, and Attendants. LAFEU and
PAROLLES retire
- LAFEU
- Lustig, 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.
- PAROLLES
- Mort du vinaigre! is not this Helen?
- LAFEU
- 'Fore God, I think so.
- KING
- Go, 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,
- 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;
- Thou hast power to choose, and they none to forsake.
- HELENA
- To each of you one fair and virtuous mistress
- Fall, when Love please! marry, to each, but one!

- KING
- Peruse them well:
- Not one of those but had a noble father.
- HELENA
- Gentlemen,
- Heaven hath through me restored the king to health.
- All
- We understand it, and thank heaven for you.
- HELENA
- I 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,
- '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.'
- KING
- Make choice; and, see,
- Who shuns thy love shuns all his love in me.
- HELENA
- Now, 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 Lord
- And grant it.
- HELENA
- Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.

- HELENA
- The honour, sir, that flames in your fair eyes,
- Before I speak, too threateningly replies:
- Love make your fortunes twenty times above
- Her that so wishes and her humble love!
- Second Lord
- No better, if you please.
- HELENA
- My wish receive,
- Which great Love grant! and so, I take my leave.
- LAFEU
- Do all they deny her? An they were sons of mine,
- I'd have them whipped; or I would send them to the
- Turk, to make eunuchs of.
- HELENA
- Be 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 bed
- Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed!
- LAFEU
- These boys are boys of ice, they'll none have her:
- sure, they are bastards to the English; the French
- ne'er got 'em.

- Fourth Lord
- Fair one, I think not so.
- LAFEU
- There'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.
- 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.
- KING
- Why, then, young Bertram, take her; she's thy wife.
- BERTRAM
- My wife, my liege! I shall beseech your highness,
- In such a business give me leave to use
- The help of mine own eyes.
- KING
- Know'st thou not, Bertram,
- What she has done for me?
- BERTRAM
- Yes, my good lord;
- But never hope to know why I should marry her.
- KING
- Thou know'st she has raised me from my sickly bed.
- BERTRAM
- But 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.
- 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,
- 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:
- 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:
- 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 born
- 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 dumb
- 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.
- BERTRAM
- I cannot love her, nor will strive to do't.
- KING
- Thou wrong'st thyself, if thou shouldst strive to choose.
- HELENA
- That you are well restored, my lord, I'm glad:
- Let the rest go.
- KING
- My honour's at the stake; which to defeat,
- 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,
- 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 presently
- 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 hate
- Loosing upon thee, in the name of justice,
- Without all terms of pity. Speak; thine answer.
- BERTRAM
- Pardon, my gracious lord; for I submit
- My fancy to your eyes: when I consider
- What great creation and what dole of honour
- 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.
- KING
- Take her by the hand,
- And tell her she is thine: to whom I promise
- A counterpoise, if not to thy estate
- A balance more replete.
- BERTRAM
- I take her hand.
- KING
- Good fortune and the favour of the king
- 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,
- 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.
- PAROLLES
- Your pleasure, sir?
- LAFEU
- Your lord and master did well to make his
- recantation.
- PAROLLES
- Recantation! My lord! my master!
- LAFEU
- Ay; is it not a language I speak?
- PAROLLES
- A most harsh one, and not to be understood without
- bloody succeeding. My master!
- LAFEU
- Are you companion to the Count Rousillon?
- PAROLLES
- To any count, to all counts, to what is man.
- LAFEU
- To what is count's man: count's master is of
- another style.

- LAFEU
- I must tell thee, sirrah, I write man; to which
- title age cannot bring thee.
- PAROLLES
- What I dare too well do, I dare not do.
- LAFEU
- I 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 the
- 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.
- PAROLLES
- Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee —
- LAFEU
- Do 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 look
- through thee. Give me thy hand.
- PAROLLES
- My lord, you give me most egregious indignity.
- LAFEU
- Ay, with all my heart; and thou art worthy of it.
- PAROLLES
- I have not, my lord, deserved it.
- LAFEU
- Yes, good faith, every dram of it; and I will not
- bate thee a scruple.
- PAROLLES
- Well, I shall be wiser.
- LAFEU
- Even 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 is
- 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.
- PAROLLES
- My lord, you do me most insupportable vexation.
- LAFEU
- I would it were hell-pains for thy sake, and my poor
- doing eternal: for doing I am past: as I will by
- thee, in what motion age will give me leave.
Exit
- PAROLLES
- Well, 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.
- 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
- LAFEU
- Sirrah, your lord and master's married; there's news
- for you: you have a new mistress.
- PAROLLES
- I most unfeignedly beseech your lordship to make
- some reservation of your wrongs: he is my good
- lord: whom I serve above is my master.
- LAFEU
- Who? God?
- PAROLLES
- Ay, sir.
- LAFEU
- The 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 mine
- 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.
- PAROLLES
- This is hard and undeserved measure, my lord.
- LAFEU
- Go 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.  I leave you.
Exit
- PAROLLES
- Good, very good; it is so then: good, very good;
- let it be concealed awhile.
Re-enter BERTRAM
- BERTRAM
- Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!
- PAROLLES
- What's the matter, sweet-heart?
- BERTRAM
- Although before the solemn priest I have sworn,
- I will not bed her.
- PAROLLES
- What, what, sweet-heart?
- BERTRAM
- O my Parolles, they have married me!
- I'll to the Tuscan wars, and never bed her.
- PAROLLES
- France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits
- The tread of a man's foot: to the wars!
- BERTRAM
- There's letters from my mother: what the import is,
- I know not yet.
- PAROLLES
- Ay, that would be known. To the wars, my boy, to the wars!
- 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 regions
- France is a stable; we that dwell in't jades;
- Therefore, to the war!
- BERTRAM
- It 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 king
- 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.
- PAROLLES
- Will this capriccio hold in thee? art sure?
- BERTRAM
- Go 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.
- PAROLLES
- Why, these balls bound; there's noise in it. 'Tis hard:
- A young man married is a man that's marr'd:
- Therefore away, and leave her bravely; go:
- The king has done you wrong: but, hush, 'tis so.
Exeunt
SCENE IV. Paris. The KING's palace.
Enter HELENA and Clown
- HELENA
- My mother greets me kindly; is she well?
- Clown
- She is not well; but yet she has her health: she's
- very merry; but yet she is not well: but thanks be
- given, she's very well and wants nothing i', the
- world; but yet she is not well.
- HELENA
- If she be very well, what does she ail, that she's
- not very well?
- Clown
- Truly, she's very well indeed, but for two things.
- HELENA
- What two things?
- Clown
- One, that she's not in heaven, whither God send her
- quickly! the other that she's in earth, from whence
- God send her quickly!
Enter PAROLLES
- PAROLLES
- Bless you, my fortunate lady!
- HELENA
- I hope, sir, I have your good will to have mine own
- good fortunes.
- PAROLLES
- You had my prayers to lead them on; and to keep them
- on, have them still. O, my knave, how does my old lady?
- Clown
- So that you had her wrinkles and I her money,
- I would she did as you say.
- PAROLLES
- Why, I say nothing.
- Clown
- Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's
- tongue shakes out his master's undoing: to say
- nothing, to do nothing, to know nothing, and to have
- nothing, is to be a great part of your title; which
- is within a very little of nothing.
- PAROLLES
- Away! thou'rt a knave.
- Clown
- You should have said, sir, before a knave thou'rt a
- knave; that's, before me thou'rt a knave: this had
- been truth, sir.
- PAROLLES
- Go to, thou art a witty fool; I have found thee.
- Clown
- Did you find me in yourself, sir? or were you
- taught to find me? The search, sir, was profitable;
- and much fool may you find in you, even to the
- world's pleasure and the increase of laughter.
- PAROLLES
- A good knave, i' faith, and well fed.
- Madam, my lord will go away to-night;
- A very serious business calls on him.
- The great prerogative and rite of love,
- Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknowledge;
- But puts it off to a compell'd restraint;
- Whose want, and whose delay, is strew'd with sweets,
- Which they distil now in the curbed time,
- To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy
- And pleasure drown the brim.
- HELENA
- What's his will else?
- PAROLLES
- That you will take your instant leave o' the king
- And make this haste as your own good proceeding,
- Strengthen'd with what apology you think
- May make it probable need.
- HELENA
- What more commands he?
- PAROLLES
- That, having this obtain'd, you presently
- Attend his further pleasure.
- HELENA
- In every thing I wait upon his will.
- PAROLLES
- I shall report it so.
- HELENA
- I pray you.
- Exit PAROLLES
- Come, sirrah.
Exeunt
SCENE V. Paris. The KING's palace.
Enter LAFEU and BERTRAM
- LAFEU
- But I hope your lordship thinks not him a soldier.
- BERTRAM
- Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof.
- LAFEU
- You have it from his own deliverance.
- BERTRAM
- And by other warranted testimony.
- LAFEU
- Then my dial goes not true: I took this lark for a bunting.
- BERTRAM
- I do assure you, my lord, he is very great in
- knowledge and accordingly valiant.
- LAFEU
- I have then sinned against his experience and
- transgressed against his valour; and my state that
- way is dangerous, since I cannot yet find in my
- heart to repent. Here he comes: I pray you, make
- us friends; I will pursue the amity.
Enter PAROLLES
- PAROLLES
- To BERTRAM These things shall be done, sir.
- LAFEU
- Pray you, sir, who's his tailor?
- PAROLLES
- Sir?
- LAFEU
- O, I know him well, I, sir; he, sir, 's a good
- workman, a very good tailor.
- BERTRAM
- Aside to PAROLLES Is she gone to the king?
- PAROLLES
- She is.
- BERTRAM
- Will she away to-night?
- PAROLLES
- As you'll have her.
- BERTRAM
- I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure,
- Given order for our horses; and to-night,
- When I should take possession of the bride,
- End ere I do begin.
- LAFEU
- A good traveller is something at the latter end of a
- dinner; but one that lies three thirds and uses a
- known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should
- be once heard and thrice beaten.
- BERTRAM
- Is there any unkindness between my lord and you, monsieur?
- PAROLLES
- I know not how I have deserved to run into my lord's
- displeasure.
- LAFEU
- You have made shift to run into 't, boots and spurs
- and all, like him that leaped into the custard; and
- out of it you'll run again, rather than suffer
- question for your residence.
- BERTRAM
- It may be you have mistaken him, my lord.
- LAFEU
- And shall do so ever, though I took him at 's
- prayers. Fare you well, my lord; and believe this
- of me, there can be no kernel in this light nut; the
- soul of this man is his clothes. Trust him not in
- matter of heavy consequence; I have kept of them
- tame, and know their natures. Farewell, monsieur:
- I have spoken better of you than you have or will to
- deserve at my hand; but we must do good against evil.
Exit
- PAROLLES
- An idle lord. I swear.
- BERTRAM
- I think so.
- PAROLLES
- Why, do you not know him?
- BERTRAM
- Yes, I do know him well, and common speech
- Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.
Enter HELENA
- HELENA
- I have, sir, as I was commanded from you,
- Spoke with the king and have procured his leave
- For present parting; only he desires
- Some private speech with you.
- BERTRAM
- I shall obey his will.
- You must not marvel, Helen, at my course,
- Which holds not colour with the time, nor does
- The ministration and required office
- On my particular. Prepared I was not
- For such a business; therefore am I found
- So much unsettled: this drives me to entreat you
- That presently you take our way for home;
- And rather muse than ask why I entreat you,
- For my respects are better than they seem
- And my appointments have in them a need
- Greater than shows itself at the first view
- To you that know them not. This to my mother:
- Giving a letter
- 'Twill be two days ere I shall see you, so
- I leave you to your wisdom.
- HELENA
- Sir, I can nothing say,
- But that I am your most obedient servant.
- BERTRAM
- Come, come, no more of that.
- HELENA
- And ever shall
- With true observance seek to eke out that
- Wherein toward me my homely stars have fail'd
- To equal my great fortune.
- BERTRAM
- Let that go:
- My haste is very great: farewell; hie home.
- HELENA
- Pray, sir, your pardon.
- BERTRAM
- Well, what would you say?
- HELENA
- I am not worthy of the wealth I owe,
- Nor dare I say 'tis mine, and yet it is;
- But, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal
- What law does vouch mine own.
- BERTRAM
- What would you have?
- HELENA
- Something; and scarce so much: nothing, indeed.
- I would not tell you what I would, my lord:
- Faith yes;
- Strangers and foes do sunder, and not kiss.
- BERTRAM
- I pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse.
- HELENA
- I shall not break your bidding, good my lord.
- BERTRAM
- Where are my other men, monsieur? Farewell.
- Exit HELENA
- Go thou toward home; where I will never come
- Whilst I can shake my sword or hear the drum.
- Away, and for our flight.
- PAROLLES
- Bravely, coragio!
Exeunt
ACT III
SCENE I. Florence. The DUKE's palace.
Flourish. Enter the DUKE of Florence attended;
the two Frenchmen, with a troop of soldiers.
- DUKE
- So that from point to point now have you heard
- The fundamental reasons of this war,
- Whose great decision hath much blood let forth
- And more thirsts after.
- First Lord
- Holy seems the quarrel
- Upon your grace's part; black and fearful
- On the opposer.
- DUKE
- Therefore we marvel much our cousin France
- Would in so just a business shut his bosom
- Against our borrowing prayers.
- Second Lord
- Good my lord,
- The reasons of our state I cannot yield,
- But like a common and an outward man,
- That the great figure of a council frames
- By self-unable motion: therefore dare not
- Say what I think of it, since I have found
- Myself in my incertain grounds to fail
- As often as I guess'd.
- DUKE
- Be it his pleasure.
- First Lord
- But I am sure the younger of our nature,
- That surfeit on their ease, will day by day
- Come here for physic.
- DUKE
- Welcome shall they be;
- And all the honours that can fly from us
- Shall on them settle. You know your places well;
- When better fall, for your avails they fell:
- To-morrow to the field.
Flourish. Exeunt
SCENE II. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
Enter COUNTESS and Clown
- COUNTESS
- It hath happened all as I would have had it, save
- that he comes not along with her.
- Clown
- By my troth, I take my young lord to be a very
- melancholy man.
- COUNTESS
- By what observance, I pray you?
- Clown
- Why, he will look upon his boot and sing; mend the
- ruff and sing; ask questions and sing; pick his
- teeth and sing. I know a man that had this trick of
- melancholy sold a goodly manor for a song.
- COUNTESS
- Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.
Opening a letter
- Clown
- I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court: our
- old ling and our Isbels o' the country are nothing
- like your old ling and your Isbels o' the court:
- the brains of my Cupid's knocked out, and I begin to
- love, as an old man loves money, with no stomach.
- COUNTESS
- What have we here?
- Clown
- E'en that you have there.
Exit
- COUNTESS
- Reads I have sent you a daughter-in-law: she hath
- recovered the king, and undone me. I have wedded
- her, not bedded her; and sworn to make the 'not'
- eternal. You shall hear I am run away: know it
- before the report come. If there be breadth enough
- in the world, I will hold a long distance. My duty
- to you. Your unfortunate son,
- BERTRAM.
- This is not well, rash and unbridled boy.
- To fly the favours of so good a king;
- To pluck his indignation on thy head
- By the misprising of a maid too virtuous
- For the contempt of empire.
Re-enter Clown
- Clown
- O madam, yonder is heavy news within between two
- soldiers and my young lady!
- COUNTESS
- What is the matter?
- Clown
- Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some
- comfort; your son will not be killed so soon as I
- thought he would.
- COUNTESS
- Why should he be killed?
- Clown
- So say I, madam, if he run away, as I hear he does:
- the danger is in standing to't; that's the loss of
- men, though it be the getting of children. Here
- they come will tell you more: for my part, I only
- hear your son was run away.
Exit
Enter HELENA, and two Gentlemen
- First Gentleman
- Save you, good madam.
- HELENA
- Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone.
- Second Gentleman
- Do not say so.
- COUNTESS
- Think upon patience. Pray you, gentlemen,
- I have felt so many quirks of joy and grief,
- That the first face of neither, on the start,
- Can woman me unto't: where is my son, I pray you?
- Second Gentleman
- Madam, he's gone to serve the duke of Florence:
- We met him thitherward; for thence we came,
- And, after some dispatch in hand at court,
- Thither we bend again.
- HELENA
- Look on his letter, madam; here's my passport.
- Reads
- 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
- Brought you this letter, gentlemen?
- First Gentleman
- Ay, madam;
- And for the contents' sake are sorry for our pain.
- COUNTESS
- I prithee, lady, have a better cheer;
- If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
- Thou robb'st me of a moiety: he was my son;
- But I do wash his name out of my blood,
- And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he?
- Second Gentleman
- Ay, madam.
- COUNTESS
- And to be a soldier?
- Second Gentleman
- Such is his noble purpose; and believe 't,
- The duke will lay upon him all the honour
- That good convenience claims.
- COUNTESS
- Return you thither?
- First Gentleman
- Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed.
- HELENA
- Reads Till I have no wife I have nothing in France.
- 'Tis bitter.
- COUNTESS
- Find you that there?
- HELENA
- Ay, madam.
- First Gentleman
- 'Tis but the boldness of his hand, haply, which his
- heart was not consenting to.
- COUNTESS
- Nothing in France, until he have no wife!
 Who was with him?
- First Gentleman
- A servant only, and a gentleman
- Which I have sometime known.
- COUNTESS
- Parolles, was it not?
- First Gentleman
- Ay, my good lady, he.
- COUNTESS
- A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness.
- My son corrupts a well-derived nature
- With his inducement.
- First Gentleman
- Indeed, good lady,
- The fellow has a deal of that too much,
- Which holds him much to have.
- COUNTESS
- You're welcome, gentlemen.
- I will entreat you, when you see my son,
- To tell him that his sword can never win
- The honour that he loses: more I'll entreat you
- Written to bear along.
- Second Gentleman
- We serve you, madam,
- In that and all your worthiest affairs.
- COUNTESS
- Not so, but as we change our courtesies.
- Will you draw near!
Exeunt COUNTESS and Gentlemen
- HELENA
- 'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.'
- Nothing in France, until he has no wife!
- Thou shalt have none, Rousillon, none in France;
- Then hast thou all again. Poor lord! is't I
- That chase thee from thy country and expose
- Those tender limbs of thine to the event
- Of the none-sparing war? and is it I
- That drive thee from the sportive court, where thou
- Wast shot at with fair eyes, to be the mark
- Of smoky muskets? O you leaden messengers,
- That ride upon the violent speed of fire,
- Fly with false aim; move the still-peering air,
- That sings with piercing; do not touch my lord.
- Whoever shoots at him, I set him there;
- Whoever charges on his forward breast,
- I am the caitiff that do hold him to't;
- And, though I kill him not, I am the cause
- His death was so effected: better 'twere
- I met the ravin lion when he roar'd
- With sharp constraint of hunger; better 'twere
- That all the miseries which nature owes
- Were mine at once. No, come thou home, Rousillon,
- Whence honour but of danger wins a scar,
- As oft it loses all: I will be gone;
- My being here it is that holds thee hence:
- Shall I stay here to do't? no, no, although
- The air of paradise did fan the house
- And angels officed all: I will be gone,
- That pitiful rumour may report my flight,
- To consolate thine ear. Come, night; end, day!
- For with the dark, poor thief, I'll steal away.
Exit
SCENE III. Florence. Before the DUKE's palace.
Flourish. Enter the DUKE of Florence, BERTRAM,
PAROLLES, Soldiers, Drum, and Trumpets
- DUKE
- The general of our horse thou art; and we,
- Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence
- Upon thy promising fortune.
- BERTRAM
- Sir, it is
- A charge too heavy for my strength, but yet
- We'll strive to bear it for your worthy sake
- To the extreme edge of hazard.
- DUKE
- Then go thou forth;
- And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm,
- As thy auspicious mistress!
- BERTRAM
- This very day,
- Great Mars, I put myself into thy file:
- Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall prove
- A lover of thy drum, hater of love.
Exeunt
SCENE IV. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
Enter COUNTESS and Steward
- COUNTESS
- Alas! and would you take the letter of her?
- Might you not know she would do as she has done,
- By sending me a letter? Read it again.
- Steward
- Reads
- I am Saint Jaques' pilgrim, thither gone:
- Ambitious love hath so in me offended,
- That barefoot plod I the cold ground upon,
- With sainted vow my faults to have amended.
- Write, write, that from the bloody course of war
- My dearest master, your dear son, may hie:
- Bless him at home in peace, whilst I from far
- His name with zealous fervor sanctify:
- His taken labours bid him me forgive;
- I, his despiteful Juno, sent him forth
- From courtly friends, with camping foes to live,
- Where death and danger dogs the heels of worth:
- He is too good and fair for death and me:
- Whom I myself embrace, to set him free.
- COUNTESS
- Ah, what sharp stings are in her mildest words!
- Rinaldo, you did never lack advice so much,
- As letting her pass so: had I spoke with her,
- I could have well diverted her intents,
- Which thus she hath prevented.
- Steward
- Pardon me, madam:
- If I had given you this at over-night,
- She might have been o'erta'en; and yet she writes,
- Pursuit would be but vain.
- COUNTESS
- What angel shall
- Bless this unworthy husband? he cannot thrive,
- Unless her prayers, whom heaven delights to hear
- And loves to grant, reprieve him from the wrath
- Of greatest justice. Write, write, Rinaldo,
- To this unworthy husband of his wife;
- Let every word weigh heavy of her worth
- That he does weigh too light: my greatest grief.
- Though little he do feel it, set down sharply.
- Dispatch the most convenient messenger:
- When haply he shall hear that she is gone,
- He will return; and hope I may that she,
- Hearing so much, will speed her foot again,
- Led hither by pure love: which of them both
- Is dearest to me. I have no skill in sense
- To make distinction: provide this messenger:
- My heart is heavy and mine age is weak;
- Grief would have tears, and sorrow bids me speak.
Exeunt
SCENE V. Florence. Without the walls.
Enter an old Widow of Florence, DIANA, VIOLENTA,
and MARIANA, with other Citizens
- Widow
- Nay, come; for if they do approach the city, we
- shall lose all the sight.
- DIANA
- They say the French count has done most honourable service.
- Widow
- It is reported that he has taken their greatest
- commander; and that with his own hand he slew the
- duke's brother.
- Tucket
- We have lost our labour; they are gone a contrary
- way: hark! you may know by their trumpets.
- MARIANA
- Come, let's return again, and suffice ourselves with
- the report of it. Well, Diana, take heed of this
- French earl: the honour of a maid is her name; and
- no legacy is so rich as honesty.
- Widow
- I have told my neighbour how you have been solicited
- by a gentleman his companion.
- MARIANA
- I know that knave; hang him! one Parolles: a
- filthy officer he is in those suggestions for the
- young earl. Beware of them, Diana; their promises,
- enticements, oaths, tokens, and all these engines of
- lust, are not the things they go under: many a maid
- hath been seduced by them; and the misery is,
- example, that so terrible shows in the wreck of
- maidenhood, cannot for all that dissuade succession,
- but that they are limed with the twigs that threaten
- them. I hope I need not to advise you further; but
- I hope your own grace will keep you where you are,
- though there were no further danger known but the
- modesty which is so lost.
- DIANA
- You shall not need to fear me.
- Widow
- I hope so.
- Enter HELENA, disguised like a Pilgrim
- Look, here comes a pilgrim: I know she will lie at
- my house; thither they send one another: I'll
- question her.
- HELENA
- To Saint Jaques le Grand.
- Where do the palmers lodge, I do beseech you?
- Widow
- At the Saint Francis here beside the port.
- HELENA
- Is this the way?
- Widow
- Ay, marry, is't.
- A march afar
- Hark you! they come this way.
- If you will tarry, holy pilgrim,
- But till the troops come by,
- I will conduct you where you shall be lodged;
- The rather, for I think I know your hostess
- As ample as myself.
- HELENA
- Is it yourself?
- Widow
- If you shall please so, pilgrim.
- HELENA
- I thank you, and will stay upon your leisure.
- Widow
- You came, I think, from France?
- HELENA
- I did so.
- Widow
- Here you shall see a countryman of yours
- That has done worthy service.
- HELENA
- His name, I pray you.
- DIANA
- The Count Rousillon: know you such a one?
- HELENA
- But by the ear, that hears most nobly of him:
- His face I know not.
- DIANA
- Whatsome'er he is,
- He's bravely taken here. He stole from France,
- As 'tis reported, for the king had married him
- Against his liking: think you it is so?
- HELENA
- Ay, surely, mere the truth: I know his lady.
- DIANA
- There is a gentleman that serves the count
- Reports but coarsely of her.
- HELENA
- What's his name?
- DIANA
- Monsieur Parolles.
- HELENA
- O, I believe with him,
- In argument of praise, or to the worth
- Of the great count himself, she is too mean
- To have her name repeated: all her deserving
- Is a reserved honesty, and that
- I have not heard examined.
- DIANA
- Alas, poor lady!
- 'Tis a hard bondage to become the wife
- Of a detesting lord.
- Widow
- I warrant, good creature, wheresoe'er she is,
- Her heart weighs sadly: this young maid might do her
- A shrewd turn, if she pleased.
- HELENA
- How do you mean?
- May be the amorous count solicits her
- In the unlawful purpose.
- Widow
- He does indeed;
- And brokes with all that can in such a suit
- Corrupt the tender honour of a maid:
- But she is arm'd for him and keeps her guard
- In honestest defence.
- MARIANA
- The gods forbid else!
- Widow
- So, now they come:
- Drum and Colours
- Enter BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and the whole army
- That is Antonio, the duke's eldest son;
- That, Escalus.
- HELENA
- Which is the Frenchman?
- DIANA
- He;
- That with the plume: 'tis a most gallant fellow.
- I would he loved his wife: if he were honester
- He were much goodlier: is't not a handsome gentleman?
- HELENA
- I like him well.
- DIANA
- 'Tis pity he is not honest: yond's that same knave
- That leads him to these places: were I his lady,
- I would Poison that vile rascal.
- HELENA
- Which is he?
- DIANA
- That jack-an-apes with scarfs: why is he melancholy?
- HELENA
- Perchance he's hurt i' the battle.
- PAROLLES
- Lose our drum! well.
- MARIANA
- He's shrewdly vexed at something: look, he has spied us.
- Widow
- Marry, hang you!
- MARIANA
- And your courtesy, for a ring-carrier!
Exeunt BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and army
- Widow
- The troop is past. Come, pilgrim, I will bring you
- Where you shall host: of enjoin'd penitents
- There's four or five, to great Saint Jaques bound,
- Already at my house.
- HELENA
- I humbly thank you:
- Please it this matron and this gentle maid
- To eat with us to-night, the charge and thanking
- Shall be for me; and, to requite you further,
- I will bestow some precepts of this virgin
- Worthy the note.
- BOTH
- We'll take your offer kindly.
Exeunt
SCENE VI. Camp before Florence.
Enter BERTRAM and the two French Lords
- Second Lord
- Nay, good my lord, put him to't; let him have his
- way.
- First Lord
- If your lordship find him not a hilding, hold me no
- more in your respect.
- Second Lord
- On my life, my lord, a bubble.
- BERTRAM
- Do you think I am so far deceived in him?
- Second Lord
- Believe it, my lord, in mine own direct knowledge,
- without any malice, but to speak of him as my
- kinsman, he's a most notable coward, an infinite and
- endless liar, an hourly promise-breaker, the owner
- of no one good quality worthy your lordship's
- entertainment.
- First Lord
- It were fit you knew him; lest, reposing too far in
- his virtue, which he hath not, he might at some
- great and trusty business in a main danger fail you.
- BERTRAM
- I would I knew in what particular action to try him.
- First Lord
- None better than to let him fetch off his drum,
- which you hear him so confidently undertake to do.
- Second Lord
- I, with a troop of Florentines, will suddenly
- surprise him; such I will have, whom I am sure he
- knows not from the enemy: we will bind and hoodwink
- him so, that he shall suppose no other but that he
- is carried into the leaguer of the adversaries, when
- we bring him to our own tents. Be but your lordship
- present at his examination: if he do not, for the
- promise of his life and in the highest compulsion of
- base fear, offer to betray you and deliver all the
- intelligence in his power against you, and that with
- the divine forfeit of his soul upon oath, never
- trust my judgment in any thing.
- First Lord
- O, for the love of laughter, let him fetch his drum;
- he says he has a stratagem for't: when your
- lordship sees the bottom of his success in't, and to
- what metal this counterfeit lump of ore will be
- melted, if you give him not John Drum's
- entertainment, your inclining cannot be removed.
- Here he comes.
Enter PAROLLES
- Second Lord
- Aside to BERTRAM O, for the love of laughter,
- hinder not the honour of his design: let him fetch
- off his drum in any hand.
- BERTRAM
- How now, monsieur! this drum sticks sorely in your
- disposition.
- First Lord
- A pox on't, let it go; 'tis but a drum.
- PAROLLES
- 'But a drum'! is't 'but a drum'? A drum so lost!
- There was excellent command — to charge in with our
- horse upon our own wings, and to rend our own soldiers!
- First Lord
- That was not to be blamed in the command of the
- service: it was a disaster of war that Caesar
- himself could not have prevented, if he had been
- there to command.
- BERTRAM
- Well, we cannot greatly condemn our success: some
- dishonour we had in the loss of that drum; but it is
- not to be recovered.
- PAROLLES
- It might have been recovered.
- BERTRAM
- It might; but it is not now.
- PAROLLES
- It is to be recovered: but that the merit of
- service is seldom attributed to the true and exact
- performer, I would have that drum or another, or
- 'hic jacet.'
- BERTRAM
- Why, if you have a stomach, to't, monsieur: if you
- think your mystery in stratagem can bring this
- instrument of honour again into his native quarter,
- be magnanimous in the enterprise and go on; I will
- grace the attempt for a worthy exploit: if you
- speed well in it, the duke shall both speak of it.
- and extend to you what further becomes his
- greatness, even to the utmost syllable of your
- worthiness.
- PAROLLES
- By the hand of a soldier, I will undertake it.
- BERTRAM
- But you must not now slumber in it.
- PAROLLES
- I'll about it this evening: and I will presently
- pen down my dilemmas, encourage myself in my
- certainty, put myself into my mortal preparation;
- and by midnight look to hear further from me.
- BERTRAM
- May I be bold to acquaint his grace you are gone about it?
- PAROLLES
- I know not what the success will be, my lord; but
- the attempt I vow.
- BERTRAM
- I know thou'rt valiant; and, to the possibility of
- thy soldiership, will subscribe for thee. Farewell.
- PAROLLES
- I love not many words.
Exit
- Second Lord
- No more than a fish loves water. Is not this a
- strange fellow, my lord, that so confidently seems
- to undertake this business, which he knows is not to
- be done; damns himself to do and dares better be
- damned than to do't?
- First Lord
- You do not know him, my lord, as we do: certain it
- is that he will steal himself into a man's favour and
- for a week escape a great deal of discoveries; but
- when you find him out, you have him ever after.
- BERTRAM
- Why, do you think he will make no deed at all of
- this that so seriously he does address himself unto?
- Second Lord
- None in the world; but return with an invention and
- clap upon you two or three probable lies: but we
- have almost embossed him; you shall see his fall
- to-night; for indeed he is not for your lordship's respect.
- First Lord
- We'll make you some sport with the fox ere we case
- him. He was first smoked by the old lord Lafeu:
- when his disguise and he is parted, tell me what a
- sprat you shall find him; which you shall see this
- very night.
- Second Lord
- I must go look my twigs: he shall be caught.
- BERTRAM
- Your brother he shall go along with me.
- Second Lord
- As't please your lordship: I'll leave you.
Exit
- BERTRAM
- Now will I lead you to the house, and show you
- The lass I spoke of.
- First Lord
- But you say she's honest.
- BERTRAM
- That's all the fault: I spoke with her but once
- And found her wondrous cold; but I sent to her,
- By this same coxcomb that we have i' the wind,
- Tokens and letters which she did re-send;
- And this is all I have done. She's a fair creature:
- Will you go see her?
- First Lord
- With all my heart, my lord.
Exeunt
SCENE VII. Florence. The Widow's house.
Enter HELENA and Widow
- HELENA
- If you misdoubt me that I am not she,
- I know not how I shall assure you further,
- But I shall lose the grounds I work upon.
- Widow
- Though my estate be fallen, I was well born,
- Nothing acquainted with these businesses;
- And would not put my reputation now
- In any staining act.
- HELENA
- Nor would I wish you.
- First, give me trust, the count he is my husband,
- And what to your sworn counsel I have spoken
- Is so from word to word; and then you cannot,
- By the good aid that I of you shall borrow,
- Err in bestowing it.
- Widow
- I should believe you:
- For you have show'd me that which well approves
- You're great in fortune.
- HELENA
- Take this purse of gold,
- And let me buy your friendly help thus far,
- Which I will over-pay and pay again
- When I have found it. The count he wooes your daughter,
- Lays down his wanton siege before her beauty,
- Resolved to carry her: let her in fine consent,
- As we'll direct her how 'tis best to bear it.
- Now his important blood will nought deny
- That she'll demand: a ring the county wears,
- That downward hath succeeded in his house
- From son to son, some four or five descents
- Since the first father wore it: this ring he holds
- In most rich choice; yet in his idle fire,
- To buy his will, it would not seem too dear,
- Howe'er repented after.
- Widow
- Now I see
- The bottom of your purpose.
- HELENA
- You see it lawful, then: it is no more,
- But that your daughter, ere she seems as won,
- Desires this ring; appoints him an encounter;
- In fine, delivers me to fill the time,
- Herself most chastely absent: after this,
- To marry her, I'll add three thousand crowns
- To what is passed already.
- Widow
- I have yielded:
- Instruct my daughter how she shall persever,
- That time and place with this deceit so lawful
- May prove coherent. Every night he comes
- With musics of all sorts and songs composed
- To her unworthiness: it nothing steads us
- To chide him from our eaves; for he persists
- As if his life lay on't.
- HELENA
- Why then to-night
- Let us assay our plot; which, if it speed,
- Is wicked meaning in a lawful deed
- And lawful meaning in a lawful act,
- Where both not sin, and yet a sinful fact:
- But let's about it.
Exeunt
ACT IV
SCENE I. Without the Florentine camp.
Enter Second French Lord, with five or six other
Soldiers in ambush
- Second Lord
- He can come no other way but by this hedge-corner.
- When you sally upon him, speak what terrible
- language you will: though you understand it not
- yourselves, no matter; for we must not seem to
- understand him, unless some one among us whom we
- must produce for an interpreter.
- First Soldier
- Good captain, let me be the interpreter.
- Second Lord
- Art not acquainted with him? knows he not thy voice?
- First Soldier
- No, sir, I warrant you.
- Second Lord
- But what linsey-woolsey hast thou to speak to us again?
- First Soldier
- E'en such as you speak to me.
- Second Lord
- He must think us some band of strangers i' the
- adversary's entertainment. Now he hath a smack of
- all neighbouring languages; therefore we must every
- one be a man of his own fancy, not to know what we
- speak one to another; so we seem to know, is to
- know straight our purpose: choughs' language,
- gabble enough, and good enough. As for you,
- interpreter, you must seem very politic. But couch,
- ho! here he comes, to beguile two hours in a sleep,
- and then to return and swear the lies he forges.
Enter PAROLLES
- PAROLLES
- Ten o'clock: within these three hours 'twill be
- time enough to go home. What shall I say I have
- done? It must be a very plausive invention that
- carries it: they begin to smoke me; and disgraces
- have of late knocked too often at my door. I find
- my tongue is too foolhardy; but my heart hath the
- fear of Mars before it and of his creatures, not
- daring the reports of my tongue.
- Second Lord
- This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue
- was guilty of.
- PAROLLES
- What the devil should move me to undertake the
- recovery of this drum, being not ignorant of the
- impossibility, and knowing I had no such purpose? I
- must give myself some hurts, and say I got them in
- exploit: yet slight ones will not carry it; they
- will say, 'Came you off with so little?' and great
- ones I dare not give. Wherefore, what's the
- instance? Tongue, I must put you into a
- butter-woman's mouth and buy myself another of
- Bajazet's mule, if you prattle me into these perils.
- Second Lord
- Is it possible he should know what he is, and be
- that he is?
- PAROLLES
- I would the cutting of my garments would serve the
- turn, or the breaking of my Spanish sword.
- Second Lord
- We cannot afford you so.
- PAROLLES
- Or the baring of my beard; and to say it was in
- stratagem.
- Second Lord
- 'Twould not do.
- PAROLLES
- Or to drown my clothes, and say I was stripped.
- Second Lord
- Hardly serve.
- PAROLLES
- Though I swore I leaped from the window of the citadel.
- Second Lord
- How deep?
- PAROLLES
- Thirty fathom.
- Second Lord
- Three great oaths would scarce make that be believed.
- PAROLLES
- I would I had any drum of the enemy's: I would swear
- I recovered it.
- Second Lord
- You shall hear one anon.
- PAROLLES
- A drum now of the enemy's —
Alarum within
- Second Lord
- Throca movousus, cargo, cargo, cargo.
- All
- Cargo, cargo, cargo, villiando par corbo, cargo.
- PAROLLES
- O, ransom, ransom! do not hide mine eyes.
They seize and blindfold him
- First Soldier
- Boskos thromuldo boskos.
- PAROLLES
- I know you are the Muskos' regiment:
- And I shall lose my life for want of language;
- If there be here German, or Dane, low Dutch,
- Italian, or French, let him speak to me; I'll
- Discover that which shall undo the Florentine.
- First Soldier
- Boskos vauvado: I understand thee, and can speak
- thy tongue. Kerely bonto, sir, betake thee to thy
- faith, for seventeen poniards are at thy bosom.
- PAROLLES
- O!
- First Soldier
- O, pray, pray, pray! Manka revania dulche.
- Second Lord
- Oscorbidulchos volivorco.
- First Soldier
- The general is content to spare thee yet;
- And, hoodwink'd as thou art, will lead thee on
- To gather from thee: haply thou mayst inform
- Something to save thy life.
- PAROLLES
- O, let me live!
- And all the secrets of our camp I'll show,
- Their force, their purposes; nay, I'll speak that
- Which you will wonder at.
- First Soldier
- But wilt thou faithfully?
- PAROLLES
- If I do not, damn me.
- First Soldier
- Acordo linta.
- Come on; thou art granted space.
Exit, with PAROLLES guarded. A short alarum within
- Second Lord
- Go, tell the Count Rousillon, and my brother,
- We have caught the woodcock, and will keep him muffled
- Till we do hear from them.
- Second Soldier
- Captain, I will.
- Second Lord
- A' will betray us all unto ourselves:
- Inform on that.
- Second Soldier
- So I will, sir.
- Second Lord
- Till then I'll keep him dark and safely lock'd.
Exeunt
SCENE II. Florence. The Widow's house.
Enter BERTRAM and DIANA
- BERTRAM
- They told me that your name was Fontibell.
- DIANA
- No, my good lord, Diana.
- BERTRAM
- Titled goddess;
- And worth it, with addition! But, fair soul,
- In your fine frame hath love no quality?

- DIANA
- She then was honest.
- BERTRAM
- So should you be.
- DIANA
- No:
- My mother did but duty; such, my lord,
- As you owe to your wife.
- BERTRAM
- No more o' that;
- I prithee, do not strive against my vows:
- I was compell'd to her; but I love thee
- By love's own sweet constraint, and will for ever
- Do thee all rights of service.
- DIANA
- Ay, so you serve us
- Till we serve you; but when you have our roses,
- You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves
- And mock us with our bareness.
- BERTRAM
- How have I sworn!
- DIANA
- 'Tis not the many oaths that makes the truth,
- But the plain single vow that is vow'd true.
- What is not holy, that we swear not by,
- But take the High'st to witness: then, pray you, tell me,
- If I should swear by God's great attributes,
- I loved you dearly, would you believe my oaths,
- When I did love you ill? This has no holding,
- To swear by him whom I protest to love,
- That I will work against him: therefore your oaths
- Are words and poor conditions, but unseal'd,
- At least in my opinion.
- BERTRAM
- Change it, change it;
- Be not so holy-cruel: love is holy;
- And my integrity ne'er knew the crafts
- That you do charge men with. Stand no more off,
- But give thyself unto my sick desires,
- Who then recover: say thou art mine, and ever
- My love as it begins shall so persever.
- DIANA
- I see that men make ropes in such a scarre
- That we'll forsake ourselves. Give me that ring.
- BERTRAM
- I'll lend it thee, my dear; but have no power
- To give it from me.
- DIANA
- Will you not, my lord?
- BERTRAM
- It is an honour 'longing to our house,
- Bequeathed down from many ancestors;
- Which were the greatest obloquy i' the world
- In me to lose.
- DIANA
- Mine honour's such a ring:
- My chastity's the jewel of our house,
- Bequeathed down from many ancestors;
- Which were the greatest obloquy i' the world
- In me to lose: thus your own proper wisdom
- Brings in the champion Honour on my part,
- Against your vain assault.
- BERTRAM
- Here, take my ring:
- My house, mine honour, yea, my life, be thine,
- And I'll be bid by thee.
- DIANA
- When midnight comes, knock at my chamber-window:
- I'll order take my mother shall not hear.
- Now will I charge you in the band of truth,
- When you have conquer'd my yet maiden bed,
- Remain there but an hour, nor speak to me:
- My reasons are most strong; and you shall know them
- When back again this ring shall be deliver'd:
- And on your finger in the night I'll put
- Another ring, that what in time proceeds
- May token to the future our past deeds.
- Adieu, till then; then, fail not. You have won
- A wife of me, though there my hope be done.
- BERTRAM
- A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.
Exit
- DIANA
- For which live long to thank both heaven and me!
- You may so in the end.
- My mother told me just how he would woo,
- As if she sat in 's heart; she says all men
- Have the like oaths: he had sworn to marry me
- When his wife's dead; therefore I'll lie with him
- When I am buried. Since Frenchmen are so braid,
- Marry that will, I live and die a maid:
- Only in this disguise I think't no sin
- To cozen him that would unjustly win.
Exit
SCENE III. The Florentine camp.
Enter the two French Lords and some two or three Soldiers
- First Lord
- You have not given him his mother's letter?
- Second Lord
- I have delivered it an hour since: there is
- something in't that stings his nature; for on the
- reading it he changed almost into another man.
- First Lord
- He has much worthy blame laid upon him for shaking
- off so good a wife and so sweet a lady.
- Second Lord
- Especially he hath incurred the everlasting
- displeasure of the king, who had even tuned his
- bounty to sing happiness to him. I will tell you a
- thing, but you shall let it dwell darkly with you.
- First Lord
- When you have spoken it, 'tis dead, and I am the
- grave of it.
- Second Lord
- He hath perverted a young gentlewoman here in
- Florence, of a most chaste renown; and this night he
- fleshes his will in the spoil of her honour: he hath
- given her his monumental ring, and thinks himself
- made in the unchaste composition.
- First Lord
- Now, God delay our rebellion! as we are ourselves,
- what things are we!
- Second Lord
- Merely our own traitors. And as in the common course
- of all treasons, we still see them reveal
- themselves, till they attain to their abhorred ends,
- so he that in this action contrives against his own
- nobility, in his proper stream o'erflows himself.
- First Lord
- Is it not meant damnable in us, to be trumpeters of
- our unlawful intents? We shall not then have his
- company to-night?
- Second Lord
- Not till after midnight; for he is dieted to his hour.
- First Lord
- That approaches apace; I would gladly have him see
- his company anatomized, that he might take a measure
- of his own judgments, wherein so curiously he had
- set this counterfeit.
- Second Lord
- We will not meddle with him till he come; for his
- presence must be the whip of the other.
- First Lord
- In the mean time, what hear you of these wars?
- Second Lord
- I hear there is an overture of peace.
- First Lord
- Nay, I assure you, a peace concluded.
- Second Lord
- What will Count Rousillon do then? will he travel
- higher, or return again into France?
- First Lord
- I perceive, by this demand, you are not altogether
- of his council.
- Second Lord
- Let it be forbid, sir; so should I be a great deal
- of his act.
- First Lord
- Sir, his wife some two months since fled from his
- house: her pretence is a pilgrimage to Saint Jaques
- le Grand; which holy undertaking with most austere
- sanctimony she accomplished; and, there residing the
- tenderness of her nature became as a prey to her
- grief; in fine, made a groan of her last breath, and
- now she sings in heaven.
- Second Lord
- How is this justified?
- First Lord
- The stronger part of it by her own letters, which
- makes her story true, even to the point of her
- death: her death itself, which could not be her
- office to say is come, was faithfully confirmed by
- the rector of the place.
- Second Lord
- Hath the count all this intelligence?
- First Lord
- Ay, and the particular confirmations, point from
- point, so to the full arming of the verity.
- Second Lord
- I am heartily sorry that he'll be glad of this.
- First Lord
- How mightily sometimes we make us comforts of our losses!
- Second Lord
- And how mightily some other times we drown our gain
- in tears! The great dignity that his valour hath
- here acquired for him shall at home be encountered
- with a shame as ample.
- First Lord
- The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and
- ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our
- faults whipped them not; and our crimes would
- despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
- Enter a Messenger
- How now! where's your master?
- Servant
- He met the duke in the street, sir, of whom he hath
- taken a solemn leave: his lordship will next
- morning for France. The duke hath offered him
- letters of commendations to the king.
- Second Lord
- They shall be no more than needful there, if they
- were more than they can commend.
- First Lord
- They cannot be too sweet for the king's tartness.
- Here's his lordship now.
- Enter BERTRAM
- How now, my lord! is't not after midnight?
- BERTRAM
- I have to-night dispatched sixteen businesses, a
- month's length a-piece, by an abstract of success:
- I have congied with the duke, done my adieu with his
- nearest; buried a wife, mourned for her; writ to my
- lady mother I am returning; entertained my convoy;
- and between these main parcels of dispatch effected
- many nicer needs; the last was the greatest, but
- that I have not ended yet.
- Second Lord
- If the business be of any difficulty, and this
- morning your departure hence, it requires haste of
- your lordship.
- BERTRAM
- I mean, the business is not ended, as fearing to
- hear of it hereafter. But shall we have this
- dialogue between the fool and the soldier? Come,
- bring forth this counterfeit module, he has deceived
- me, like a double-meaning prophesier.
- Second Lord
- Bring him forth: has sat i' the stocks all night,
- poor gallant knave.
- BERTRAM
- No matter: his heels have deserved it, in usurping
- his spurs so long. How does he carry himself?
- Second Lord
- I have told your lordship already, the stocks carry
- him. But to answer you as you would be understood;
- he weeps like a wench that had shed her milk: he
- hath confessed himself to Morgan, whom he supposes
- to be a friar, from the time of his remembrance to
- this very instant disaster of his setting i' the
- stocks: and what think you he hath confessed?
- BERTRAM
- Nothing of me, has a'?
- Second Lord
- His confession is taken, and it shall be read to his
- face: if your lordship be in't, as I believe you
- are, you must have the patience to hear it.
Enter PAROLLES guarded, and First Soldier
- BERTRAM
- A plague upon him! muffled! he can say nothing of
- me: hush, hush!
- First Lord
- Hoodman comes! Portotartarosa
- First Soldier
- He calls for the tortures: what will you say
- without 'em?
- PAROLLES
- I will confess what I know without constraint: if
- ye pinch me like a pasty, I can say no more.
- First Soldier
- Bosko chimurcho.
- First Lord
- Boblibindo chicurmurco.
- First Soldier
- You are a merciful general. Our general bids you
- answer to what I shall ask you out of a note.
- PAROLLES
- And truly, as I hope to live.
- First Soldier
- Reads 'First demand of him how many horse the
- duke is strong.' What say you to that?
- PAROLLES
- Five or six thousand; but very weak and
- unserviceable: the troops are all scattered, and
- the commanders very poor rogues, upon my reputation
- and credit and as I hope to live.
- First Soldier
- Shall I set down your answer so?
- PAROLLES
- Do: I'll take the sacrament on't, how and which way you will.
- BERTRAM
- All's one to him.
- First Lord
- You're deceived, my lord: this is Monsieur
- Parolles, the gallant militarist — that was his own
- phrase — that had the whole theoric of war in the
- knot of his scarf, and the practise in the chape of
- his dagger.
- Second Lord
- I will never trust a man again for keeping his sword
- clean. nor believe he can have every thing in him
- by wearing his apparel neatly.
- First Soldier
- Well, that's set down.
- PAROLLES
- Five or six thousand horse, I said — I will say
- true — or thereabouts, set down, for I'll speak truth.
- First Lord
- He's very near the truth in this.
- BERTRAM
- But I con him no thanks for't, in the nature he
- delivers it.
- PAROLLES
- Poor rogues, I pray you, say.
- First Soldier
- Well, that's set down.
- PAROLLES
- I humbly thank you, sir: a truth's a truth, the
- rogues are marvellous poor.
- First Soldier
- Reads 'Demand of him, of what strength they are
- a-foot.' What say you to that?
- PAROLLES
- By my troth, sir, if I were to live this present
- hour, I will tell true. Let me see: Spurio, a
- hundred and fifty; Sebastian, so many; Corambus, so
- many; Jaques, so many; Guiltian, Cosmo, Lodowick,
- and Gratii, two hundred and fifty each; mine own
- company, Chitopher, Vaumond, Bentii, two hundred and
- fifty each: so that the muster-file, rotten and
- sound, upon my life, amounts not to fifteen thousand
- poll; half of the which dare not shake snow from off
- their cassocks, lest they shake themselves to pieces.
- BERTRAM
- What shall be done to him?
- First Lord
- Nothing, but let him have thanks. Demand of him my
- condition, and what credit I have with the duke.
- First Soldier
- Well, that's set down.
- Reads
- 'You shall demand of him, whether one Captain Dumain
- be i' the camp, a Frenchman; what his reputation is
- with the duke; what his valour, honesty, and
- expertness in wars; or whether he thinks it were not
- possible, with well-weighing sums of gold, to
- corrupt him to revolt.' What say you to this? what
- do you know of it?
- PAROLLES
- I beseech you, let me answer to the particular of
- the inter'gatories: demand them singly.
- First Soldier
- Do you know this Captain Dumain?
- PAROLLES
- I know him: a' was a botcher's 'prentice in Paris,
- from whence he was whipped for getting the shrieve's
- fool with child — a dumb innocent, that could not
- say him nay.
- BERTRAM
- Nay, by your leave, hold your hands; though I know
- his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls.
- First Soldier
- Well, is this captain in the duke of Florence's camp?
- PAROLLES
- Upon my knowledge, he is, and lousy.
- First Lord
- Nay look not so upon me; we shall hear of your
- lordship anon.
- First Soldier
- What is his reputation with the duke?
- PAROLLES
- The duke knows him for no other but a poor officer
- of mine; and writ to me this other day to turn him
- out o' the band: I think I have his letter in my pocket.
- First Soldier
- Marry, we'll search.
- PAROLLES
- In good sadness, I do not know; either it is there,
- or it is upon a file with the duke's other letters
- in my tent.
- First Soldier
- Here 'tis; here's a paper: shall I read it to you?
- PAROLLES
- I do not know if it be it or no.
- BERTRAM
- Our interpreter does it well.
- First Lord
- Excellently.
- First Soldier
- Reads 'Dian, the count's a fool, and full of gold,' —
- PAROLLES
- That is not the duke's letter, sir; that is an
- advertisement to a proper maid in Florence, one
- Diana, to take heed of the allurement of one Count
- Rousillon, a foolish idle boy, but for all that very
- ruttish: I pray you, sir, put it up again.
- First Soldier
- Nay, I'll read it first, by your favour.
- PAROLLES
- My meaning in't, I protest, was very honest in the
- behalf of the maid; for I knew the young count to be
- a dangerous and lascivious boy, who is a whale to
- virginity and devours up all the fry it finds.
- BERTRAM
- Damnable both-sides rogue!
- First Soldier
- Reads 'When he swears oaths, bid him drop gold, and take it;
- After he scores, he never pays the score:
- Half won is match well made; match, and well make it;
- He ne'er pays after-debts, take it before;
- And say a soldier, Dian, told thee this,
- Men are to mell with, boys are not to kiss:
- For count of this, the count's a fool, I know it,
- Who pays before, but not when he does owe it.
- Thine, as he vowed to thee in thine ear,
- PAROLLES.'
- BERTRAM
- He shall be whipped through the army with this rhyme
- in's forehead.
- Second Lord
- This is your devoted friend, sir, the manifold
- linguist and the armipotent soldier.
- BERTRAM
- I could endure any thing before but a cat, and now
- he's a cat to me.
- First Soldier
- I perceive, sir, by the general's looks, we shall be
- fain to hang you.
- PAROLLES
- My life, sir, in any case: not that I am afraid to
- die; but that, my offences being many, I would
- repent out the remainder of nature: let me live,
- sir, in a dungeon, i' the stocks, or any where, so I may live.
- First Soldier
- We'll see what may be done, so you confess freely;
- therefore, once more to this Captain Dumain: you
- have answered to his reputation with the duke and to
- his valour: what is his honesty?
- PAROLLES
- He will steal, sir, an egg out of a cloister: for
- rapes and ravishments he parallels Nessus: he
- professes not keeping of oaths; in breaking 'em he
- is stronger than Hercules: he will lie, sir, with
- such volubility, that you would think truth were a
- fool: drunkenness is his best virtue, for he will
- be swine-drunk; and in his sleep he does little
- harm, save to his bed-clothes about him; but they
- know his conditions and lay him in straw. I have but
- little more to say, sir, of his honesty: he has
- every thing that an honest man should not have; what
- an honest man should have, he has nothing.
- First Lord
- I begin to love him for this.
- BERTRAM
- For this description of thine honesty? A pox upon
- him for me, he's more and more a cat.
- First Soldier
- What say you to his expertness in war?
- PAROLLES
- Faith, sir, he has led the drum before the English
- tragedians; to belie him, I will not, and more of
- his soldiership I know not; except, in that country
- he had the honour to be the officer at a place there
- called Mile-end, to instruct for the doubling of
- files: I would do the man what honour I can, but of
- this I am not certain.
- First Lord
- He hath out-villained villany so far, that the
- rarity redeems him.
- BERTRAM
- A pox on him, he's a cat still.
- First Soldier
- His qualities being at this poor price, I need not
- to ask you if gold will corrupt him to revolt.
- PAROLLES
- Sir, for a quart d'ecu he will sell the fee-simple
- of his salvation, the inheritance of it; and cut the
- entail from all remainders, and a perpetual
- succession for it perpetually.
- First Soldier
- What's his brother, the other Captain Dumain?
- Second Lord
- Why does be ask him of me?
- First Soldier
- What's he?
- PAROLLES
- E'en a crow o' the same nest; not altogether so
- great as the first in goodness, but greater a great
- deal in evil: he excels his brother for a coward,
- yet his brother is reputed one of the best that is:
- in a retreat he outruns any lackey; marry, in coming
- on he has the cramp.
- First Soldier
- If your life be saved, will you undertake to betray
- the Florentine?
- PAROLLES
- Ay, and the captain of his horse, Count Rousillon.
- First Soldier
- I'll whisper with the general, and know his pleasure.
- PAROLLES
- Aside I'll no more drumming; a plague of all
- drums! Only to seem to deserve well, and to
- beguile the supposition of that lascivious young boy
- the count, have I run into this danger. Yet who
- would have suspected an ambush where I was taken?
- First Soldier
- There is no remedy, sir, but you must die: the
- general says, you that have so traitorously
- discovered the secrets of your army and made such
- pestiferous reports of men very nobly held, can
- serve the world for no honest use; therefore you
- must die.
- PAROLLES
- O Lord, sir, let me live, or let me see my death!
- First Lord
- That shall you, and take your leave of all your friends.
- Unblinding him
- So, look about you: know you any here?
- BERTRAM
- Good morrow, noble captain.
- Second Lord
- God bless you, Captain Parolles.
- First Lord
- God save you, noble captain.
- Second Lord
- Captain, what greeting will you to my Lord Lafeu?
- I am for France.
- First Lord
- Good captain, will you give me a copy of the sonnet
- you writ to Diana in behalf of the Count Rousillon?
- an I were not a very coward, I'ld compel it of you:
- but fare you well.
Exeunt BERTRAM and Lords
- First Soldier
- You are undone, captain, all but your scarf; that
- has a knot on't yet
- PAROLLES
- Who cannot be crushed with a plot?
- First Soldier
- If you could find out a country where but women were
- that had received so much shame, you might begin an
- impudent nation. Fare ye well, sir; I am for France
- too: we shall speak of you there.
Exit with Soldiers
- PAROLLES
- Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great,
- 'Twould burst at this. Captain I'll be no more;
- But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft
- As captain shall: simply the thing I am
- Shall make me live.
- Rust, sword? cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live
- Safest in shame! being fool'd, by foolery thrive!
- There's place and means for every man alive.
- I'll after them.
Exit
SCENE IV. Florence. The Widow's house.
Enter HELENA, Widow, and DIANA
- HELENA
- That you may well perceive I have not wrong'd you,
- One of the greatest in the Christian world
- Shall be my surety; 'fore whose throne 'tis needful,
- Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel:
- Time was, I did him a desired office,
- Dear almost as his life; which gratitude
- Through flinty Tartar's bosom would peep forth,
- And answer, thanks: I duly am inform'd
- His grace is at Marseilles; to which place
- We have convenient convoy. You must know
- I am supposed dead: the army breaking,
- My husband hies him home; where, heaven aiding,
- And by the leave of my good lord the king,
- We'll be before our welcome.
- Widow
- Gentle madam,
- You never had a servant to whose trust
- Your business was more welcome.
- HELENA
- Nor you, mistress,
- Ever a friend whose thoughts more truly labour
- To recompense your love: doubt not but heaven
- Hath brought me up to be your daughter's dower,
- As it hath fated her to be my motive
- And helper to a husband. But, O strange men!
- That can such sweet use make of what they hate,
- When saucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts
- Defiles the pitchy night: so lust doth play
- With what it loathes for that which is away.
- But more of this hereafter. You, Diana,
- Under my poor instructions yet must suffer
- Something in my behalf.
- DIANA
- Let death and honesty
- Go with your impositions, I am yours
- Upon your will to suffer.
- HELENA
- Yet, I pray you:
- But with the word the time will bring on summer,
- When briers shall have leaves as well as thorns,
- And be as sweet as sharp. We must away;
- Our wagon is prepared, and time revives us:
- All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown;
- Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.
Exeunt
SCENE V. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
Enter COUNTESS, LAFEU, and Clown
- LAFEU
- No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipt-taffeta
- fellow there, whose villanous saffron would have
- made all the unbaked and doughy youth of a nation in
- his colour: your daughter-in-law had been alive at
- this hour, and your son here at home, more advanced
- by the king than by that red-tailed humble-bee I speak of.
- COUNTESS
- I would I had not known him; it was the death of the
- most virtuous gentlewoman that ever nature had
- praise for creating. If she had partaken of my
- flesh, and cost me the dearest groans of a mother, I
- could not have owed her a more rooted love.
- LAFEU
- 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may pick a
- thousand salads ere we light on such another herb.
- Clown
- Indeed, sir, she was the sweet marjoram of the
- salad, or rather, the herb of grace.
- LAFEU
- They are not herbs, you knave; they are nose-herbs.
- Clown
- I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir; I have not much
- skill in grass.
- LAFEU
- Whether dost thou profess thyself, a knave or a fool?
- Clown
- A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a knave at a man's.
- LAFEU
- Your distinction?
- Clown
- I would cozen the man of his wife and do his service.
- LAFEU
- So you were a knave at his service, indeed.
- Clown
- And I would give his wife my bauble, sir, to do her service.

- Clown
- At your service.
- LAFEU
- No, no, no.
- Clown
- Why, sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as
- great a prince as you are.
- LAFEU
- Who's that? a Frenchman?
- Clown
- Faith, sir, a' has an English name; but his fisnomy
- is more hotter in France than there.
- LAFEU
- What prince is that?
- Clown
- The black prince, sir; alias, the prince of
- darkness; alias, the devil.
- LAFEU
- Hold thee, there's my purse: I give thee not this
- to suggest thee from thy master thou talkest of;
- serve him still.
- Clown
- I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always loved a
- great fire; and the master I speak of ever keeps a
- good fire. But, sure, he is the prince of the
- world; let his nobility remain in's court. I am for
- the house with the narrow gate, which I take to be
- too little for pomp to enter: some that humble
- themselves may; but the many will be too chill and
- tender, and they'll be for the flowery way that
- leads to the broad gate and the great fire.
- LAFEU
- Go thy ways, I begin to be aweary of thee; and I
- tell thee so before, because I would not fall out
- with thee. Go thy ways: let my horses be well
- looked to, without any tricks.
- Clown
- If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they shall be
- jades' tricks; which are their own right by the law of nature.
Exit
- LAFEU
- A shrewd knave and an unhappy.
- COUNTESS
- So he is. My lord that's gone made himself much
- sport out of him: by his authority he remains here,
- which he thinks is a patent for his sauciness; and,
- indeed, he has no pace, but runs where he will.
- LAFEU
- I like him well; 'tis not amiss. And I was about to
- tell you, since I heard of the good lady's death and
- that my lord your son was upon his return home, I
- moved the king my master to speak in the behalf of
- my daughter; which, in the minority of them both,
- his majesty, out of a self-gracious remembrance, did
- first propose: his highness hath promised me to do
- it: and, to stop up the displeasure he hath
- conceived against your son, there is no fitter
- matter. How does your ladyship like it?
- COUNTESS
- With very much content, my lord; and I wish it
- happily effected.
- LAFEU
- His highness comes post from Marseilles, of as able
- body as when he numbered thirty: he will be here
- to-morrow, or I am deceived by him that in such
- intelligence hath seldom failed.
- COUNTESS
- It rejoices me, that I hope I shall see him ere I
- die. I have letters that my son will be here
- to-night: I shall beseech your lordship to remain
- with me till they meet together.
- LAFEU
- Madam, I was thinking with what manners I might
- safely be admitted.
- COUNTESS
- You need but plead your honourable privilege.
- LAFEU
- Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but I
- thank my God it holds yet.
Re-enter Clown
- Clown
- O madam, yonder's my lord your son with a patch of
- velvet on's face: whether there be a scar under't
- or no, the velvet knows; but 'tis a goodly patch of
- velvet: his left cheek is a cheek of two pile and a
- half, but his right cheek is worn bare.
- LAFEU
- A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery
- of honour; so belike is that.
- Clown
- But it is your carbonadoed face.
- LAFEU
- Let us go see your son, I pray you: I long to talk
- with the young noble soldier.
- Clown
- Faith there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate fine
- hats and most courteous feathers, which bow the head
- and nod at every man.
Exeunt
ACT V
SCENE I. Marseilles. A street.
Enter HELENA, Widow, and DIANA, with two
Attendants
- HELENA
- But this exceeding posting day and night
- Must wear your spirits low; we cannot help it:
- But since you have made the days and nights as one,
- To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs,
- Be bold you do so grow in my requital
- As nothing can unroot you. In happy time;
- Enter a Gentleman
- This man may help me to his majesty's ear,
- If he would spend his power.
- Gentleman
- And you.
- HELENA
- Sir, I have seen you in the court of France.
- Gentleman
- I have been sometimes there.
- HELENA
- I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen
- From the report that goes upon your goodness;
- An therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions,
- Which lay nice manners by, I put you to
- The use of your own virtues, for the which
- I shall continue thankful.
- Gentleman
- What's your will?
- HELENA
- That it will please you
- To give this poor petition to the king,
- And aid me with that store of power you have
- To come into his presence.
- Gentleman
- The king's not here.
- HELENA
- Not here, sir!
- Gentleman
- Not, indeed:
- He hence removed last night and with more haste
- Than is his use.
- Widow
- Lord, how we lose our pains!
- HELENA
- All's well that ends well yet,
- Though time seem so adverse and means unfit.

- Gentleman
- Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon;
- Whither I am going.
- HELENA
- I do beseech you, sir,
- Since you are like to see the king before me,
- Commend the paper to his gracious hand,
- Which I presume shall render you no blame
- But rather make you thank your pains for it.
- I will come after you with what good speed
- Our means will make us means.
- Gentleman
- This I'll do for you.
- HELENA
- And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd,
- Whate'er falls more. We must to horse again.
- Go, go, provide.
Exeunt
SCENE II. Rousillon. Before the COUNT's palace.
Enter Clown, and PAROLLES, following
- PAROLLES
- Good Monsieur Lavache, give my Lord Lafeu this
- letter: I have ere now, sir, been better known to
- you, when I have held familiarity with fresher
- clothes; but I am now, sir, muddied in fortune's
- mood, and smell somewhat strong of her strong
- displeasure.
- Clown
- Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it
- smell so strongly as thou speakest of: I will
- henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering.
- Prithee, allow the wind.
- PAROLLES
- Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir; I spake
- but by a metaphor.
- Clown
- Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my
- nose; or against any man's metaphor. Prithee, get
- thee further.
- PAROLLES
- Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper.
- Clown
- Foh! prithee, stand away: a paper from fortune's
- close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here he
- comes himself.
- Enter LAFEU
- Here is a purr of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's
- cat — but not a musk-cat — that has fallen into the
- unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and, as he
- says, is muddied withal: pray you, sir, use the
- carp as you may; for he looks like a poor, decayed,
- ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his
- distress in my similes of comfort and leave him to
- your lordship.
Exit
- PAROLLES
- My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly
- scratched.
- LAFEU
- And what would you have me to do? 'Tis too late to
- pare her nails now. Wherein have you played the
- knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, who
- of herself is a good lady and would not have knaves
- thrive long under her? There's a quart d'ecu for
- you: let the justices make you and fortune friends:
- I am for other business.
- PAROLLES
- I beseech your honour to hear me one single word.

- PAROLLES
- My name, my good lord, is Parolles.
- LAFEU
- You beg more than 'word,' then. Cox my passion!
- give me your hand. How does your drum?
- PAROLLES
- O my good lord, you were the first that found me!
- LAFEU
- Was I, in sooth? and I was the first that lost thee.
- PAROLLES
- It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some grace,
- for you did bring me out.
- LAFEU
- Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me at once
- both the office of God and the devil? One brings
- thee in grace and the other brings thee out.
- Trumpets sound
- The king's coming; I know by his trumpets.
- PAROLLES
- I praise God for you.
Exeunt
SCENE III. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
Flourish. Enter KING, COUNTESS, LAFEU, the two
French Lords, with Attendants
- KING
- We lost a jewel of her; and our esteem
- Was made much poorer by it: but your son,
- As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know
- Her estimation home.
- COUNTESS
- 'Tis past, my liege;
- And I beseech your majesty to make it
- Natural rebellion, done i' the blaze of youth;
- When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force,
- O'erbears it and burns on.
- KING
- My honour'd lady,
- I have forgiven and forgotten all;
- Though my revenges were high bent upon him,
- And watch'd the time to shoot.
- LAFEU
- This I must say,
- But first I beg my pardon, the young lord
- Did to his majesty, his mother and his lady
- Offence of mighty note; but to himself
- The greatest wrong of all. He lost a wife
- Whose beauty did astonish the survey
- Of richest eyes, whose words all ears took captive,
- Whose dear perfection hearts that scorn'd to serve
- Humbly call'd mistress.
- KING
- Praising what is lost
- Makes the remembrance dear. Well, call him hither;
- We are reconciled, and the first view shall kill
- All repetition: let him not ask our pardon;
- The nature of his great offence is dead,
- And deeper than oblivion we do bury
- The incensing relics of it: let him approach,
- A stranger, no offender; and inform him
- So 'tis our will he should.
- Gentleman
- I shall, my liege.
Exit
- KING
- What says he to your daughter? have you spoke?
- LAFEU
- All that he is hath reference to your highness.
- KING
- Then shall we have a match. I have letters sent me
- That set him high in fame.
Enter BERTRAM
- LAFEU
- He looks well on't.
- KING
- I am not a day of season,
- For thou mayst see a sunshine and a hail
- In me at once: but to the brightest beams
- Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth;
- The time is fair again.
- BERTRAM
- My high-repented blames,
- Dear sovereign, pardon to me.
- KING
- All is whole;
- Not one word more of the consumed time.
- Let's take the instant by the forward top;
- For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
- The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time
- Steals ere we can effect them. You remember
- The daughter of this lord?
- BERTRAM
- Admiringly, my liege, at first
- I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
- Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue
- Where the impression of mine eye infixing,
- Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me,
- Which warp'd the line of every other favour;
- Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it stolen;
- Extended or contracted all proportions
- To a most hideous object: thence it came
- That she whom all men praised and whom myself,
- Since I have lost, have loved, was in mine eye
- The dust that did offend it.
- KING
- Well excused:
- That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away
- From the great compt: but love that comes too late,
- Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried,
- To the great sender turns a sour offence,
- Crying, 'That's good that's gone.' Our rash faults
- Make trivial price of serious things we have,
- Not knowing them until we know their grave:
- Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust,
- Destroy our friends and after weep their dust
- Our own love waking cries to see what's done,
- While shame full late sleeps out the afternoon.
- Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her.
- Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin:
- The main consents are had; and here we'll stay
- To see our widower's second marriage-day.
- COUNTESS
- Which better than the first, O dear heaven, bless!
- Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cesse!
- LAFEU
- Come on, my son, in whom my house's name
- Must be digested, give a favour from you
- To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter,
- That she may quickly come.
- BERTRAM gives a ring
- By my old beard,
- And every hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead,
- Was a sweet creature: such a ring as this,
- The last that e'er I took her at court,
- I saw upon her finger.
- BERTRAM
- Hers it was not.
- KING
- Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine eye,
- While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd to't.
- This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen,
- I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood
- Necessitied to help, that by this token
- I would relieve her. Had you that craft, to reave
- her
- Of what should stead her most?
- BERTRAM
- My gracious sovereign,
- Howe'er it pleases you to take it so,
- The ring was never hers.
- COUNTESS
- Son, on my life,
- I have seen her wear it; and she reckon'd it
- At her life's rate.
- LAFEU
- I am sure I saw her wear it.
- BERTRAM
- You are deceived, my lord; she never saw it:
- In Florence was it from a casement thrown me,
- Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name
- Of her that threw it: noble she was, and thought
- I stood engaged: but when I had subscribed
- To mine own fortune and inform'd her fully
- I could not answer in that course of honour
- As she had made the overture, she ceased
- In heavy satisfaction and would never
- Receive the ring again.
- KING
- Plutus himself,
- That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine,
- Hath not in nature's mystery more science
- Than I have in this ring: 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's,
- Whoever gave it you. Then, if you know
- That you are well acquainted with yourself,
- Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement
- You got it from her: she call'd the saints to surety
- That she would never put it from her finger,
- Unless she gave it to yourself in bed,
- Where you have never come, or sent it us
- Upon her great disaster.
- BERTRAM
- She never saw it.
- KING
- Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine honour;
- And makest conjectural fears to come into me
- Which I would fain shut out. If it should prove
- That thou art so inhuman — 'twill not prove so; —
- And yet I know not: thou didst hate her deadly,
- And she is dead; which nothing, but to close
- Her eyes myself, could win me to believe,
- More than to see this ring. Take him away.
- Guards seize BERTRAM
- My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall,
- Shall tax my fears of little vanity,
- Having vainly fear'd too little. Away with him!
- We'll sift this matter further.
- BERTRAM
- If you shall prove
- This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy
- Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence,
- Where yet she never was.
Exit, guarded
- KING
- I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.
Enter a Gentleman
- Gentleman
- Gracious sovereign,
- Whether I have been to blame or no, I know not:
- Here's a petition from a Florentine,
- Who hath for four or five removes come short
- To tender it herself. I undertook it,
- Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech
- Of the poor suppliant, who by this I know
- Is here attending: her business looks in her
- With an importing visage; and she told me,
- In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern
- Your highness with herself.
- KING
- Reads Upon his many protestations to marry me
- when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he won
- me. Now is the Count Rousillon a widower: his vows
- are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid to him. He
- stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I follow
- him to his country for justice: grant it me, O
- king! in you it best lies; otherwise a seducer
- flourishes, and a poor maid is undone.
- DIANA CAPILET.
- LAFEU
- I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll for
- this: I'll none of him.
- KING
- The heavens have thought well on thee Lafeu,
- To bring forth this discovery. Seek these suitors:
- Go speedily and bring again the count.
- I am afeard the life of Helen, lady,
- Was foully snatch'd.
- COUNTESS
- Now, justice on the doers!

- Enter Widow and DIANA
- What woman's that?
- DIANA
- I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine,
- Derived from the ancient Capilet:
- My suit, as I do understand, you know,
- And therefore know how far I may be pitied.
- Widow
- I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour
- Both suffer under this complaint we bring,
- And both shall cease, without your remedy.
- KING
- Come hither, count; do you know these women?
- BERTRAM
- My lord, I neither can nor will deny
- But that I know them: do they charge me further?
- DIANA
- Why do you look so strange upon your wife?
- BERTRAM
- She's none of mine, my lord.
- DIANA
- If you shall marry,
- You give away this hand, and that is mine;
- You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine;
- You give away myself, which is known mine;
- For I by vow am so embodied yours,
- That she which marries you must marry me,
- Either both or none.
- LAFEU
- Your reputation comes too short for my daughter; you
- are no husband for her.
- BERTRAM
- My lord, this is a fond and desperate creature,
- Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let your highness
- Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour
- Than for to think that I would sink it here.
- KING
- Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to friend
- Till your deeds gain them: fairer prove your honour
- Than in my thought it lies.
- DIANA
- Good my lord,
- Ask him upon his oath, if he does think
- He had not my virginity.
- KING
- What say'st thou to her?
- BERTRAM
- She's impudent, my lord,
- And was a common gamester to the camp.
- DIANA
- He does me wrong, my lord; if I were so,
- He might have bought me at a common price:
- Do not believe him. O, behold this ring,
- Whose high respect and rich validity
- Did lack a parallel; yet for all that
- He gave it to a commoner o' the camp,
- If I be one.
- COUNTESS
- He blushes, and 'tis it:
- Of six preceding ancestors, that gem,
- Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue,
- Hath it been owed and worn. This is his wife;
- That ring's a thousand proofs.
- KING
- Methought you said
- You saw one here in court could witness it.
- DIANA
- I did, my lord, but loath am to produce
- So bad an instrument: his name's Parolles.
- LAFEU
- I saw the man to-day, if man he be.
- KING
- Find him, and bring him hither.
Exit an Attendant
- BERTRAM
- What of him?
- He's quoted for a most perfidious slave,
- With all the spots o' the world tax'd and debosh'd;
- Whose nature sickens but to speak a truth.
- Am I or that or this for what he'll utter,
- That will speak any thing?
- KING
- She hath that ring of yours.
- BERTRAM
- I think she has: certain it is I liked her,
- And boarded her i' the wanton way of youth:
- She knew her distance and did angle for me,
- Madding my eagerness with her restraint,
- As all impediments in fancy's course