All's well, that Ends well; ftill the fine's the crown ; Whate'er the course, the end is the renown. [Exeunt SCENE changes to Roufillon in France. Enter Countefs, Lafeu, and Clown.

Laf. N

O, no, no, your Son was mif-led with a (nipt-taffata fellow there, whofe villainous faffron would have made all the unbak'd and dowy youth of a nation in his colour. Your daughter in-law had been alive at this hour; and your fon here at home, more advanc'd by the King than by that red-tail d humblebee I speak of.

Count. 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.

Laf. 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady. We may pick a thousand fallets ere we light on fuch another herb.

Clb. Indeed, Sir, fhe was the fweet marjoram of the fallet, or rather the herb of grace.

Laf. They are not fallet-herbs, you knave, they are nofe-herbs.

Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, Sir, I have not much skill in grass.

Laf. Whether doft thou profess thyself, a knave or a fool ?

Clo. A fool, Sir, at a woman's fervice; and a knave, át a man's.

Laf. Your diftinction ?

Clo. I would cozen the man of his wife, and do his fervice.

Laf. So you were a knave at his service, indeed. Clo. And I would give his wife my bauble, Sir, to do her fervice.

Laf. I will fubfcribe for thee, thou art both knave and fool.

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Clo. At your fervice.

Laf. No, no, no.

Clo. Why, Sir, if I cannot ferve you, I can ferve as great a Prince as you are.

Laf. Who's that, a Frenchman?

Clo. Faith, Sir, he has an English name; but his phifnomy is more hotter in France than there.

Laf. What Prince is that?

Clo. The black Prince, Sir, alias the Prince of Darkness, alias the Devil.

Laf. Hold thee, there's my purfe; I give thee not this to feduce thee from thy Mafter thou talk' fèrve him ftill.


Clo. I'm a woodland fellow, Sir, that always lov'd a great fire; and the Mafter I fpeak of ever keeps a good fire; but, fure, 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: fome, that humble themfelves, may; but the many will be too chill and tender, and they'll be for the flow'ry way that leads to the broad gate, and the great fire.

Laf Go thy ways, I begin to be a weary of thee, and I tell thee so before, because I would not fall out with thee. Go thy ways, let my horses be well look'd to, without any tricks.

Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, they fhall be jades' tricks, which are their own right by the law of Nature. [Exit.

Laf. A fhrewd knave, and an unhappy.

Count. So he is. My Lord, that's gone, made himfelf much sport out of him; by his authority he remains here, which he thinks is a patent for his fawcinefs; and, indeed, he has no pace, but runs where he will.

Laf. I like him well, 'tis not amifs; and I was about to tell you, fince I heard of the good Lady's death, and that my Lord your Son was upon his return home, I mov'd the King my Master to speak in the behalf of my Daughter; which, in the minority of them both, his Majefty, out of a felf gracious remembrance, did

first propofe; his Highness hath promis'd me to do it; and to top up the displeasure he hath conceiv'd against your fon, there is no fitter matter. How does your Ladyfhip like it?

Count. With very much content, my Lord, and I with it happily effected.

Laf. His Highness comes poft from Marfeilles, of as able a body as when he number'd thirty; he will be here to-morrow, or I am deceiv'd by him that in fuch intelligence hath feldom fail'd.

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Count. It rejoices me, that, I hope, I fhall fee him ere I die. I have letters, that my fon will be here to-night: I fhall befeech your Lordship to remain with me 'till they meet together.

Laf. Madam, I was thinking with what manners I might fafely be admitted.

Count. You need but plead your honourable privilege. Laf. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but, I thank my God, it holds yet.

Enter Clown.

Clo. O Madam, yonder's my Lord your fon with a patch of velvet on's face; whether there be a fcar 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.

Count. A fcar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good. livery of honour. So, belike, is that.

Clo. But it is your carbonado'd face.

Laf. Let us go fee your fon, I pray you: I long to talk with the young noble foldier..

Clo. 'Faith, there's a dozen of 'em with delicate fine hats and most courteous feathers, which bow the head,, and nod at every man.


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SCENE, the Court of France, at

Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana, with two



UT this exceeding pofting day and night

Muft wear your fpirits low; we cannot help it.
But fince you've made the days and nights as one,

To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs;

Be bold, you do fo grow in my requital,

As nothing can unroot you. In happy time,

Enter a Gentleman.

This man may help me to his Majefty's ear,
If he would fpend his power. God fave you, Sir.
Gent. And you.

Hel. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France.
Gent. I have been fometimes there.

Hel. I do prefume, Sir, that you are not fallen
From the report that goes upon your goodness;
And therefore, goaded with moft sharp occafions
Which lay nice manners by, I put you to
The ufe of your own virtues, for the which
I fhall continue thankful.

Gent. What's your will?

Hel. That it will please you

To give this poor petition to the King;

And aid me with that ftore of power you have,

To come into his prefence.

Gent. The King's not here,

Hel. Not here, Sir?


Gent. Not, indeed.

He hence remov'd last night, and with more hafte
Than is his use.

Wid. Lord, how we lose our pains!

Hel. All's well, that Ends well yet,
Tho' time feem fo adverfe, and means unfit:
I do beseech you, whither is he gone?
Gen. Marry, as I take it, to Roufillon,
Whither I'm going.

Hel. I befeech you, Sir,

Since you are like to fee the King before me,
Commend this paper to his gracious hand;
Which, I prefume, fhall render you no blame,
But rather make you thank your pains för it.
1 will come after you with what good speed
Our means will make us means.

Gent. This I'll do for you.

Hel. And you fhall find yourself to be well thank'd, What-e'er falls more. We must to horfe again.

Go, go, provide.

SCENE changes to Roufillon.

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Enter Clown, and Parolles.


OOD Mr. Levatch, give my Lord Lafeu this letter; I have ere now, Sir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with frefher cloaths; (23) but I am now, Sir, muddied in fortune's moat, and smell somewhat ftrong of her strong displeasure.



(23) But I am now, Sir, muddied in Fortune's Mood, and smell fomewhat frong of her firong Displeasure.] Fortune's Mood is, without Queftion, good Sense, and very proper: and yet I verily believe, the Poet wrote as I have restor'd in the Text ;Fortune's Moat: because the Clown in the very next Speech replies, I will benceforth eat no Fish of Fortune's buttering, and again, when he comes to repeat Parolles's Petition to Lafeu,that bath fall'n into the unclean Fishpond of ber Difpleasure, and, as be fays, is muddied witbal. And again, Pray you, Sir, ufe


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