all’s well that end’s well(终成眷属)

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ALLS WELL THAT ENDS WELL

ALLS WELL THAT

ENDS WELL

William Shakespeare

1603

ALLS WELL THAT ENDS WELL

Dramatis Personae

KING OF FRANCE THE DUKE OF FLORENCE BERTRAM, Count

of Rousillon LAFEU, an old lord PAROLLES, a follower of Bertram

TWO FRENCH LORDS, serving with Bertram

STEWARD, Servant to the Countess of Rousillon LAVACHE, a

clown and Servant to the Countess of Rousillon A PAGE, Servant to the

Countess of Rousillon

COUNTESS OF ROUSILLON, mother to Bertram HELENA, a

gentlewoman protected by the Countess A WIDOW OF FLORENCE.

DIANA, daughter to the Widow

VIOLENTA, neighbour and friend to the Widow MARIANA,

neighbour and friend to the Widow

Lords, Officers, Soldiers, etc., French and Florentine

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ACT I.

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SCENE 1. 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

abandon'd his physicians, madam; under whose practices 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 stretch'd 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 call'd 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 liv'd 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.

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'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 to have- 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 check'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. The best wishes that can be forg'd in

your thoughts be servants to you! [To HELENA] 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.

'Twere all one That I should love a bright particular star And think to wed

it, he is so above me. In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be

comforted, not in his sphere. Th' ambition in my love thus plagues itself:

The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love. 'Twas pretty,

though a 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 relics. Who comes here?

Enter PAROLLES

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[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 fix'd evils sit so fit in him That they take place when virtue's

steely bones Looks bleak i' th' cold wind; withal, full oft we see Cold

wisdom waiting on superfluous folly. PAROLLES. Save you, fair queen!

HELENA. And you, monarch! 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. PAROLLES.

There is none. Man, setting down before you, will undermine you and

blow you up. 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. HELENA. I

will stand for 't a little, though therefore I die a virgin. 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 lose 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

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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 toothpick, 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 wither'd pears: it looks ill, it eats

drily; marry, 'tis a wither'd pear; it was formerly better; marry, yet 'tis a

wither'd pear. Will you anything with it? HELENA. Not my virginity yet.

There shall your master have a thousand loves, A mother, and a mistress,

and a friend, A phoenix, captain, and an enemy, A guide, a goddess, and a

sovereign, A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear; His humble ambition,

proud humility, His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet, His faith, his

sweet disaster; with a world Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms That

blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he- I know not what he shall. God send

him well! 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 Returns us thanks.

Enter PAGE

PAGE. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you. Exit PAGE

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 hath 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 business I cannot answer

thee acutely. I will return perfect courtier; in the which my instruction

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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

To 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

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SCENE 2. 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 th' ears; Have fought with

equal fortune, and continue A braving war. FIRST LORD. So 'tis reported,

sir. KING. Nay, 'tis most credible. We here receive 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,

Approv'd 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 compos'd 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 awak'd 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 us'd 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

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humbled. Such a man Might be a copy to these younger times; Which,

followed 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. SECOND LORD. You're loved, sir; They that

least lend it you shall lack you first. KING. I fill a place, I know't. How

long is't, Count, Since the physician at your father's died? He was much

fam'd. 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]

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