All’s Well That Ends Well
Act III, Scene 2
Rossillon . The Count’s palace .
- Enter Countess and Clown .
Countess
1 - 2- It hath happen’d all as I would have had it , save that he
- comes not along with her .
Lavatch
3 - 4- By my troth , I take my young lord to be a very melancholy
- man .
Countess
5- By what observance , I pray you ?
Lavatch
6 - 9- 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
10- Let me see what he writes , and when he means to come .
- Opening a letter .
Lavatch
11 - 15- I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court . Our old ling
- and our Isbels a’ th’ country are nothing like your old ling
- and your Isbels a’ th’ court . The brains of my Cupid’s
- knock’d out , and I begin to love , as an old man loves money ,
- with no stomach .
Countess
16- What have we here ?
Lavatch
17- E’en that you have there .
- Exit .
Countess
18 - 29- Reads a letter .
- “ I have sent you a daughter - in - law ; she hath recover’d 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 favors 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 .
- Enter Clown .
Lavatch
30 - 31- O madam , yonder is heavy news within between two soldiers
- and my young lady !
Countess
32- What is the matter ?
Lavatch
33 - 34- Nay , there is some comfort in the news , some comfort . Your
- son will not be kill’d so soon as I thought he would .
Countess
35- Why should he be kill’d ?
Lavatch
36 - 39- 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 Helen and two French Lords .
Second French Lord Dumaine
40- ’Save you , good madam .
Helena
41- Madam , my lord is gone , forever gone .
First French Lord Dumaine
42- Do not say so .
Countess
43 - 46- 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 ?
First French Lord Dumaine
47 - 50- 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
51 - 52- 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
53- Brought you this letter , gentlemen ?
First French Lord Dumaine
54 - 55- Ay , madam ,
- And for the contents’ sake are sorry for our pains .
Countess
56 - 60- I prithee , lady , have a better cheer ;
- If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine ,
- Thou robb’st me of a moi’ty . He was my son ,
- But I do wash his name out of my blood ,
- And thou art all my child . Towards Florence is he ?
First French Lord Dumaine
61- Ay , madam .
Countess
62- And to be a soldier ?
First French Lord Dumaine
63 - 65- Such is his noble purpose , and believe’t ,
- The Duke will lay upon him all the honor
- That good convenience claims .
Countess
66- Return you thither ?
Second French Lord Dumaine
67- Ay , madam , with the swiftest wing of speed .
Helena
68 - 69- Reads .
- “ Till I have no wife , I have nothing in France .”
- ’Tis bitter .
Countess
70- Find you that there ?
Helena
71- Ay , madam .
Second French Lord Dumaine
72 - 73- ’Tis but the boldness of his hand haply ,
- Which his heart was not consenting to .
Countess
74 - 78- Nothing in France , until he have no wife !
- There’s nothing here that is too good for him
- But only she , and she deserves a lord
- That twenty such rude boys might tend upon ,
- And call her hourly mistress . Who was with him ?
Second French Lord Dumaine
79 - 80- A servant only , and a gentleman
- Which I have sometime known .
Countess
81- Parolles , was it not ?
Second French Lord Dumaine
82- Ay , my good lady , he .
Countess
83 - 85- A very tainted fellow , and full of wickedness .
- My son corrupts a well - derived nature
- With his inducement .
Second French Lord Dumaine
86 - 88- Indeed , good lady ,
- The fellow has a deal of that too much ,
- Which holds him much to have .
Countess
89 - 93- Y’ are welcome , gentlemen .
- I will entreat you , when you see my son ,
- To tell him that his sword can never win
- The honor that he loses . More I’ll entreat you
- Written to bear along .
First French Lord Dumaine
94 - 95- We serve you , madam ,
- In that and all your worthiest affairs .
Countess
96 - 97- Not so , but as we change our courtesies .
- Will you draw near ?
- Exit with Lords .
Helena
98 - 128- “ Till I have no wife , I have nothing in France .”
- Nothing in France , until he has no wife !
- Thou shalt have none , Roussillon , 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 , Roussillon ,
- Whence honor 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 offic’d all . I will be gone ,
- That pitiful rumor may report my flight
- To consolate thine ear . Come night , end day !
- For with the dark , poor thief , I’ll steal away .
- Exit .