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UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA



THE GIFT OF

MAY TREAT MORRISON

IN MEMORY OF

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CONTAINING,

ALL'S WELL, that ENDS WELL.

T w E L F T H-N i G H T : O, What you will,

The COMEDY of ERRORS.

'The W i N T E R-N IGHT'S TALE.

The LIFE and DEATH of l&ng JOHN.



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VOL. III.



B



PER SO NJE.

KING of France.

Duke of Florence.

Bertram, Count of Roufillon.

Lafeu, an old Lord.

Parolles, a parafitical follower of Bertram 5 a coward^

but vain, and a great pretender to valour.
Several young French Lords, that ferve with Bertram in

the Florentine 'war.

Stroants 10 the C""* Roufll!on -



Count efs of Roufillon, mother to Bertram.

Helena, daughter to Gerard de Narbon, a famous

phyfician, feme time ftnce dead.
An old widow of Florence.
Diana, daughter to the



*r ' ( Neighbours, and friends to the widow.
Lords, attending on the King ; Officers, Soldiers, &c.



SCENE lies partly in France ; and> partly
in Tufcany.




ALL'S Well, that ENDS Well.



A C T I. SCENE I.



Count efs of Roufillon'^ Honfe in France.



Enter Bertram, the Countefs of Roufillon, Helena,
and Lafeu, all in Mourning.



CoUNTEgS.




bury



N diiTevering my fon from me, I
a fecond husband.

Ber. And I in going, Madam, weep
o'er my father's death anew j but I muft
attend his Majefty's command, to whom
I am now in ward, evermore in fubjection.

Laf. You (hall find of the King a husband, Ma-
dam , you, Sir, a father. He, that fo generally is it
all times good, muft of neceffity hold his virtue to

i In DELIVERING my fon from me ] To deliver from, in
the feiife of giving up, is not Englifh. Skakefpear wrote, in
DISSEVERING my fon from me The following Words, too,

. / bury a fecond husband demand this reading. For to

diffevtr implies a violent divorce ; and therefore might be com-
pared to the burying a butband', which, delivering does not.

./, B 2 you 5



4 All's veil, that Ends <well.

you; * whofe vvorthinefs would ftir it up where it
wanted, rather than flack it where there is fuch abun-
' dance.

Count. What hope is there of his Majefty's amend-
ment ?

Laf. He hath abandon'd his phyficians, Madam,
under whofe practices he hath perfecuted time with
hope ; and finds no other advantage in the procefs,
but only the lofing of hope by time.

Count. J This young gentlewoman had a father,
(O, tint bad! how fad a Prefage 'tis ! ) whofe skill
was almoft as great as his honefty ; had it ftretch'd fo
far, it would have made nature immortal, and death
fhould have play'd for lack of work. 'Would, for
the King's fake, he were living! I think, it would
be the death of the King's difeafe.

Laf. How call'd you the man you fpeak of.
Madam ?

Count. He was famous, Sir, in his profefflon, and
it was his great right to be fo: Gerard de Narbon.

Laf. He was excellent, indeed, Madam ; the King
very lately fpoke of him admiringly, and mourningly :

2 nubofe ivortkincfs would ftir it up <where it wanted, rather
than lack it where there is fetch abundance. ~\ An Oppofition of
Terms is vHibly defign'd in this fencence ; tho' the Oppofition is
not fo vifible, as the Terms now ftand. Wanted and Abundance
are the Oppofites to one another; biu how is lack a Contrail to
jlir up? The Addition of a fingie Letter gives it, and the very
Senfe requires it. "fy&fi flack it.

3 This young gentlenxorran had a father ( O, that had ! ko<vi
fod a PASSAGE ""' /*'.'/] Letfeu was fpeaking of the King's defpe-
rate Condition: which makes the Coumefs .recall to mind the de-
ceafed Gerard de Narbon, who, fhe thinks, could have cured him.
But in ufmg the word bad, which implied his death, me flops in
the middle of her fentence, and makes a reflexion upon it, which,
according to the prefent reading, is unintelligible. We mufl there-
fore believe Shakefpear wrote ( O that had ! how fad a PRESAGE
'tis ) /. e. a Prefage that the King muft now expeft no cure, fince
fo skilful a Perfon was himfelf forced to fubmit to a malignant
diftemper.

he



All's well, that Ends well.

he was skilful enough to have liv'd ftiJJ, if knowledge
could be fet up againft mortality.

Ber. What is it, my good lord, the King lan-
gui fries of?

Laf. A fiftula, my lord.

Ber. I heard not of it before.

Laf. I would, it were not notorious. Was this
gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narlon ?

Ceunt. His fole child, my lord, and bequeathed to
my overlooking. I have thofe hopes of her good,
that her education promifes her; difpofition me in-
herits, which makes fair gifts fairer; for 4 where an
unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there, com-
mendations go with pity j they are virtues and traitors
too : in her they are the better for her fimplenefs ; fhe
derives her honefty, and atchieves her goodnefs.

4 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 fimplenefs ; foe derives her ho~
nejly, and atchieves her goodnefs.] This obfcure encomium is
made ftill more obfcure by a flight corruption of the text. Let
us explain the paflage as it lies. By virtuous qualities are meant
qualities of good breeding and erudition ; in the fame fenfe that
the Italians fay, qualita <virtuofa', and not moral ones. On this
account it is, me lays, that, in an ill mind, thefe virtuous qualities
are virtues and traitors too; i. e. the advantages of education
enable an ill mind to go further in wickednefs than it could have
done without them : But, fays the Countefs, in her they are the
better far THEIR fimp/enefs. Butjtmplenffs is the fame with what
is called ione/ty, immediately after; which cannot be predicated
of the qualities of education. We mud certainly read

HER fimplenefs

And then the fentence is properly concluded. The Countefs had
(aid, that virtuous qualities are the worfe for an unclean mind,
but concludes that Helens are the better for herjimplenefs. i. e. her
clean, pure mind. She then fums up the Character, (he had before
given in detail, in thefe words, Jhe derives her honejly, and at-
chieves her goodnefs ', i. e. She derives her honejly, her Jimplenefe,
her moral Character, from her Father and Ancettors : Bat me at-
chieves or wins her goodnefs, her virtue, or her qualities of good-
breeding and erudition, by her own pains and labour.

B 3 14-



All's 'welly that Ends 'well

Laf. Your commendations, Madam, get from her
tears.

Count. *Tis the beft brine a maiden can feafon her
praife in. The remembrance of her father never ap^-
proaches her heart, but the tyranny of her forrows
takes all livelihood from her cheek. No more of
this, Helena, go to, no more ; left it be rather thought
you afFect a forrow, than to have it.

Hel. I do affecT: a forrow, indeed, but I have it
too.

Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead,
exceffive grief the enemy to the living.

Count. 3 If the living be not enemy to the grief,
the excefs makes it foon mortal.

Ber. Madam, I defire your holy wifhes.

Laf. How underftand we that ?

Count. Be thou bleft, Bertram, and fucceed thy

father

In manners as in fhape ! thy blood and virtue
Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodnefs
Share with thy birth-right! Love all. truit a few,
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power, than ufe j and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key : be check'd for filence,
But never tax'd for fpeech. What heav'n more will,
That thee may furnifh, and my prayers pluck down s
Fall on thy head! Farewel, my lord ;
3 Fis an unfeafon'd courtier, good my lord,
Advife him.

Laf. He cannot want the beft,
That fliall attend his love.

5 If the living le enemy to the grief, the excefs makes it fan
mortal.] This feems very obfcure ; but the addition of a Nega-
tive perfe&ly difpels all the milt. If the living be not enemy, &c.
exceflive grief is an enemy to the living, lays Lafeu. : Ye?,
jreplies theCountefs; and if the living be not enemy to the grief,
i. e. ftrive to conquer it,] the excefs makes it foon mortal.

Count.



All's 'well, that Ends 'well.

Count. Heav'n blefs him! FarevveJ, Bertram.

{Exit Countefs.

Ber. [To. Hel.] The beft wifhes, that can be forg'd
in your thoughts, be fervants to you ! Be comfortable
to my mother, your miftrefs, and make much of
her.

Laf. FareweJ, pretty lady, you muft hold the
credit of your father. {Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu.

SCENE II.

Hel. Oh, were that all! 1 think not on my

father ;

And thefe great tears grace his remembrance more 3
Than thofe I fhed for him. What was he like?
I have forgot him. My imagination
Carries no favour in it, but my Bertram's.
I am undone ; there is no living, none,
If Bertram be away. It were all one,
That 1 mould love a bright partic'lar ftar,
And think to wed it; he is fo above me:
In his bright radiance 6 and collateral light
Muft I be comforted, not in his fphere.
Th' ambition in my love thus plagues itfelf ;
The hind, that would be mated by the lion,
Muft die for love. 'Twas pretty, tho' a plague,
To fee him every hour ; to fit 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 fweet favour!
But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy
Muft fanctify his relicks. Who comes here !

6 and collateral light.] collateral for reflected. \, c. in the

radiance of his reflected light; not in his fphere, or direft light.
Mitten ufes the word, in the fame fenfe, fpeaking of the Son,

Of high collateral Glory. Book 10 v. 86.

B 4 Enter



All's well, flat Ends 'well.

Enter Parolles.

One, that goes with him : I love him for his fake,

" And yet I know him a notorious Jiar ;

*' Think him a great way fool, folely a coward ;

** Yet thefe fix'd evils fit fo fit in him,

" That they take place, when virtue's fteely bones

" Look bleak in the cold wind -," full oft we fee

7 Cold wifdom waiting on fuperfluous folly.

SCENE III.

Par. Save you, fair Queen.

Hel. And you, Monarch.

Par. No.

Hel. And no.

Par. Are you meditating on virginity ?

Hel. Ay: you have fome 8 flain of foldier in you j
let me ask you a queflion. Man is enemy to virgi-
nity, how may we barricade it againft him ?

Par. Keep him out.

Hel. But he aflafls ; and our virginity, tho s valiant,
in the defence yet is weak : unfold to us fome warlike
refiftance.

Par. There is none: man, fetting down before
you, will undermine you, and blow you up.

Hel. Blefs our poor virginity from underminers and

blowers up ! Is there no military policy, how

virgins might blow up men ?

Par. Virginity being blown down, man will quick-
lier be blown up: marry, in blowing him down
again, with the breach yourfelves made, you lofe

7 Cold nvi/Jom waiting on fuperfluous /o#y.] Cold for naked ; as
fuperfuous for over-cloath'd. This makes the propriety of the
Antithefis.

8 Stain of folditr} flam for colour. Parolles was in red, as
ilppears from his being afterwards called red-taird humble bee.

your



All's 'well, that Ends 'well.

your city. It is not politick in the commonwealth
of nature, to preferve virginity. Lofs of virginity
is rational increafe ; and there was never virgin got,
'till virginity was firft loft. That, you were made of,
is metal to make virgins. Virginity, by being once loft,
may be ten times found: by being ever kept, it is
ever loft , 'tis too cold a companion : away with't.

Hel. I will ftand for't a little, though therefore I
die a virgin.

Par. There's little can be faid in't , 'tis againft the
rule of nature. To fpeak on the part of virginity,
is to accufe your mother ; which is mod infallible difo-
bedience. As 9 he, that hangs himfelf, fo is a virgin:
virginity murthers itfelf, and fhould be buried in
highways out of all fanctified limit, as a defperate
offendrefs againft nature. Virginity breeds mites,
much like a cheefe ; confumes itfelf to the very
paring, and fo dies with feeding its own ftomach.
Befides, virginity is peevifh, proud, idle, made of
felf-love, which is the moft prohibited fin in the
canon. Keep it not, you cannot chufe but lofe
by't. Out with't; within ten years it will make
itfelf two, which is a goodly increafe, and the
principal itfelf not much the worfe. Away with't.
Hel. How might one do, Sir, to lofe it to her own
liking ?

9 He, that hangs himfelf, is a Pit-gin:] But why is he that hangs
himfelf a Virgin ? Surely, not for the reafon. that follows, Virgi-
nity murders itfelf. For tho' every Virgin be a Suicide, yet evtry
Suicide is not a Virgin. A word or two are dropt, which intro-
duced a comparifon in this place ; and Shakefpear wrote it thus,

A s he, that bangs himfelf, so is a Virgin.

And then it follows naturally, Virginity murders itfelf. By this
emendation, the Oxford Editor was enabled to alter the Text
thai,

He that hangs himfelf is like a Virgin.

And this is his afual way of becoming a Critick at a cheap ex-
pence.

Par.



io All's f well ) that Ends 'well.

Par. Let me fee. Marry, ill, to like him that
ne'er it likes. 'Tis a commodity will lofe the glofs
with lying. The longer kept, the lefs worth: off
with't, while 'tis vendible. Anfwer the time of re-
queft. Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap
out of fafhion : richly futed, but unfutable ; juft like
the brooch and the toothpick, which we wear not
now : your date is better in your pye and your por-
ridge, 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 i marry, yet 'tis a wither'd
pear. Will you any thing with it?

HeL Not my virginity yet.
There fhall your mafter have a thoufand loves,
A mother, and a miftrefs, and a friend,
1 [A phoenix, captain, and an enemy,
A guide, a goddefs, and a fovereign,
A counfellor, a traitrefs, and a dear j
His humble ambition, proud humility ;
His jarring concord ; and his difcord dulcet ;
His faith, his fweet difafter i with a world
Of pretty fond adoptious chriftendoms,
That blinking Cupid goflips. Now fhall he ]

1 A Phoenix, Captain^ &c.] The eight following lines between
the hooks, 1 am perfuadtd is the nonfenfe of fome foolifh con-
ceited Player. What put it into his head was Helen's faying, as it
ihould be read for the future,

There Jhall your Mafter have a thoufand loves!

J Mother, and a Miftrefs, and a Friend.

/ know not, nuhat he Jhall God fend him well.

Where the Fellow finding a thoufand loves fpoken of, and only
three reckoned up, namely a Mother's, a Miflreff's, and a.Frittuf* f
(which, by the way, were all a judicious Writer could mention ;
for there are but thefe three fpecies of love in Nature) he would help
out the number, by the intermediate nonfenfe: and, becaufe they
were yet too few, he pieces out his /owes with enmities, and makes
of the whole fuch finifhed nonfenfe as is never heard out of
Bedlam.



All's well) that Ends well. I j

I know not, what he fhall God fend him well!
The court's a learning place and he is one

Par. What one, i'faith ?

Hel. That I wifh well 'tis pity

Par. What's pity?

Hel. That wifhing well had not a body in't,
Which might be felt; that We the poorer born,
Whofe bafer flars do fiiut us up in wifhes,
Might with effects of them follow our friends :
And fhew what we alone muft think, which never
Returns us thanks.

Enter Page.

Page. Monfieur Parolles,
My lord calls for you. [Exit Page.

Par. Little Helen, farewel ; if I can remember
thee, I will think of thee at court.

Hel. Monfieur Paroltes, you were born under a
charitable ftar.

Par. Under Mars, I.

Hel. I efpecially think, under Mars;

Par. Why under Mars ?

Hel. The wars have kept you fo under, that you
muft needs be born under Mars.

Par. When he was predominant.

Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, rather.

Par. Why think you fo ?

Hel. You go fo much backward, when you fight.

Par. That's for advantage.

Hel. So is running away, when fear propofes fafety :
but the compofition, that your valour and tear makes in
you, z is a virtue of agood ming, and I like the wear well.

2 if a virtue of a goad WING, and I like tl?e. wear well.]
The integrity of the metaphor cireds us to Shakefpeat"* true read-
ing ; which, doubtlefs, was a good MING, i.e. mixture,

compofition, a word common to Shakejpear and the writers of this
age ; and taken from the texture of cloth. The M was turn'd the
wrong way at the prefs, and from thence came the blunder.

Par.



All's veil, that Ends 'well.

Par. I am fo full of bufinefies, as I cannot anfwer
thee acutely: I will return perfect courtier > in the
which, my inftruction mall ferve to naturalize thee,
fo thou wilt be capable of courtier's counfd, and un-
derftand what advice fhall thruft upon thee ; elfe thou
dieft in thine unthankfulnefs, and thine ignorance
makes thee awayj farewel. When thou haft leifure,
fay thy prayers; when thou haft none, remember thy
friends ; get thee a good husband, and ufe him as he
ufes thee : fo farewel. [Exit.

SCENE IV.

flel. Our remedies oft in ourfelves do lie,
Which we afcribe to heav'n. The fated sky
Gives us free fcope ; only, doth backward pull
Our flow defigns, when we ourfelves are dull.
What power is it, which mounts my love fo high,
That makes me fee, and cannot feed mine eye ?
The mightieft fpace in fortune nature brings
To join like likes ; and kifs, like native things.
Impoflible be ftrange attempts, to thofe
That weigh their pain in fenfe ; and do fuppofe,
What hath been, cannot be. Who ever (trove
To -Ihew her merit, that did mifs her love ?
The King's difeafe my project may deceive me,
But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me.

[*//.



SCENE



All's well, that Ends well. 13

SCENE V.

Changes to the Court of France.

Flourijh Cornets. Enter the King of France with letters,
and divers Attendants.

King, np H E Florentines and Senoys are by th" cars ;
1 Have fought with equal fortune, and continue
A braving war.

i Lord. So 'tis reported, Sir.

King. Nay, 'tis moft credible ; we here receive it,
A certainty vouch'd from our coufin Auftria ;
With caution, that the Florentine will move us
For fpeedy aid ; wherein our deareft friend
Prejudicatcs the bufinefs, and would feem
To have us make denial.

1 Lord. His love and wifdom,
Approved fo to your Majefty, may plead
For ample credence.

King. He hath arrn'd our anfwer ;
And Florence is deny'd, before he comes:
Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to fee
The Tufcan fervice, freely have they leave
To (land on either part.

2 Lord\\t may well ferve

A nurfery to our gentry, who are fick
For breathing and exploit.
King. What's he comes here?

Enter Bertram, Lafeu and Parolles.

i Lord. It is the count Roujillon, my good lord,
young Bertram.

King. Youth, thou bear'ft thy father's face.
Frank nature, rather curious than in hafte,

Hath



1 4 All's 'well, that Ends 'well.

Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts
May'ft thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.

Ber. My thanks and duty are your Majefty's.

King. I would, I had that corporal foundnefs now,
As when thy father and myfelf in friendfhip
Firft try'd our foldierfhip : he did look far
Into the fervice of the time, and was
Difcipled of the brav'ft. He lafted long ;
But on us both did J haggifh age fteal on,
And wore us out of a<5l. It much repairs me
To talk of your good father j in his youth
He had the wit, which I can well obferve
To day in our young lords ; but they may jeft,
Till their own fcorn return to them unnoted,

4 Ere they can hide their levity in honour:

5 So like a courtier, no contempt or bitternefs
Were in him ; pride or fharpnefs, if there were,
His equal had awak'd them -, and his honour,
Clock to itfelf, knew the true minute when
Exceptions bid him fpeak ; and at that time

His tongue obey'd his hand. Who were below him

3 haggijb agefteal on,] age, which debilitates; alluding to

the fuperftitions of being hagridden in the Epialtis ; which coming
gradually on, it was faid, the witch Jiole upon them.

4 Ere they can hide their levity in honour :] i. e. ere their titles
can cover the levity of their behaviour, and make it pafs for de-
fert. The Oxford Editor, not underftanding this, alter,* the line to
Ere they can <vye their levity with his honour."

5 So like a Ceurtier, fro Contempt or Bitternefs
Were in his Pride or Sbarpnefs; if they -were,

His Equal had awak'd them. ] This Paflage is fo very

incorre&ly pointed, that the Author's Meaning is loft. As the
Text and Stops are reform'd, thefe are moft beautiful Lines, and

the Senfe is this " He had no Contempt or Bitttrnefs ; if he

had any thing that look'd like Pride or Sbarpnefs t (of which
Qualities Contempt and Bitternefs are the Excefles,) his Equal
had awak'd them, not his Inferior ; to whom he fcorn'd to
difcovcr any thing that bore the Shadow of Pride or Sharp-
nefs."

He



All's well* that Ends

* He us'd as creatures of another place,

And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks ;

7 Making them proud ; and his humility,

In their poor praife, he humbled : Such a man

Might be a copy to thefe younger times -,

Which, fbllow'd well, would now demonftrate them

But goers backward.

Ber. His good remembrance, Sir,

Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb;

So in approof 8 lives not his epitaph,

As in your royal fpeech. [fay,

King. 'Would, I were with him ! he would always

(Methinks, I hear him now j his plaufive words

He fcatter'd not in ears, but grafted them

To grow there, and to bear ;) Let me not live,

(Thus his good melancholy oft began,

On the cataftrophe and heel of paftime,

When it was out,) let me not live, (quoth he,)

After my flame lacks oil ; to be the fnuff

Of younger fpirits, whofe apprehenfive fcnfes

All but new things difdain ; whofe judgments are

Meer fathers of their garments ; whofe conftancies

Expire before their fafhions: this he wifh'd.

I, after him, do after him wifh too,

(Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring home,)

I quickly were diflblved from my hive.

6 He us'J as creatures of another place.] i. e. he made allow-
ances for their conduct, and bore from them whar he would not
from one of his own rank. The Oxford Editor, not underfland-
ing the Senfe, has altered another place, to a Brother-race.
7 Making them proud O F his humility,

In their poor praife, he humbled ] But why were they

proud of his Humility ? It mould be read and pointed thus.
Making them proud; AND his Humility,
In their poor praife, he humbled

i. e. by condefcending to rtoop to his Inferiors, he exalted them
and made them proud-, and, in the gracious receiving their por
praife, he humbled even his humility. The Sentiment is fine.
S lives not his epitaph,] epitaph for character.

To



1 6 All's well, that Ends 'welt.

To give Tome 9 labourer room.

2 Lord. You're loved, Sir ;
They, that lead lend it you, fhall lack you firft.

King. I fill a place, I know't. How long is't, count,
Since the phyfician at your father's died ?
He was much fam'd.

Ber. Some fix months fmce, my lord.

King. If he were living, I would try him yet;
Lend me an arm ; the reft have worn me ouc
With feveral applications ; nature and ficknefs
Debate it at their leifure. Welcome, count,
My fon's no dearer.

Ber. Thank your Majefty. \_FlouriJh. Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

Changes to the Countefs's at Roufillon.

Enter Countefs^ Steward and Clown.

Count. ,T WILL now hear; what fay you of this
JL gentlewoman ?

Stew. Madam, the care I have had to even your
content, I wifh might be found in the calendar of
my paft endeavours 5 for then we wound our modefty,
and make foul the clearnefs of our defervings, when
of ourfelves we publim them.

Count. What does this knave here ? get you gone,
Sirrah : the complaints, I have heard of you, I do
not all believe i 'tis my flownefs that I do not, for,
I know, * you lack not folly to commit them, and



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