| [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. God save you, sir. 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. I do beseech you, whither is he gone? 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]
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[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.
| LAFEU
| You beg a single penny more: come, you shall ha't;
| save your 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. Sirrah,
| inquire further after me; I had talk of you last night: though you are a fool and a knave, you shall eat; go to, follow. PAROLLES
| I praise God for you.
| [Exeunt]
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| [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!
| [Re-enter BERTRAM, guarded]
| KING
| I wonder, sir, sith wives are monsters to you,
| And that you fly them as you swear them lordship, Yet you desire to marry. [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 Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine, Her infinite cunning, with her modern grace, Subdued me to her rate: she got the ring; And I had that which any inferior might At market-price have bought. DIANA
| I must be patient:
| You, that have turn'd off a first so noble wife, May justly diet me. I pray you yet; Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband; Send for your ring, I will return it home, And give me mine again. BERTRAM
| I have it not.
| KING
| What ring was yours, I pray you?
| DIANA
| Sir, much like
| The same upon your finger. KING
| Know you this ring? this ring was his of late.
| DIANA
| And this was it I gave him, being abed.
| KING
| The story then goes false, you threw it him
| Out of a casement. DIANA
| I have spoke the truth.
| [Enter PAROLLES]
| BERTRAM
| My lord, I do confess the ring was hers.
| KING
| You boggle shrewdly, every feather stars you.
| Is this the man you speak of? DIANA
| Ay, my lord.
| KING
| Tell me, sirrah, but tell me true, I charge you,
| Not fearing the displeasure of your master, Which on your just proceeding I'll keep off, By him and by this woman here what know you? PAROLLES
| So please your majesty, my master hath been an
| honourable gentleman: tricks he hath had in him, which gentlemen have. KING
| Come, come, to the purpose: did he love this woman?
| |