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All's Well that Ends Well.
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a measure of his owne iudgements, wherein so curiously
he had set this counterfeit.

Cap.E.
We will not meddle with him till he come;
for his presence must be the whip of the other.

Cap.G.
In the meane time, what heare you of these Warres?

Cap.E.
I heare there is an ouerture of peace.

Cap.G.
Nay, I assure you a peace concluded.

Cap.E.
What will Count Rossillion do then? Will he
trauaile higher, or returne againe into France?

Cap.G.
I perceiue by this demand, you are not altogether
of his councell.

Cap.E.
Let it be forbid sir, so should I bee a great
deale of his act.

Cap.G.
Sir, his wife some two months since fledde
from his house, her pretence is a pilgrimage to Saint
Iaques le grand; which holy vndertaking, with most
austere sanctimonie she accomplisht: and there residing,
the tendernesse of her Nature, became as a prey to her
greefe: in fine, made a groane of her last breath, & now
she sings in heauen.

Cap.E.
How is this iustified?

Cap.G.
The stronger part of it by her owne Letters,
which makes her storie true, euen to the poynt of her
death: her death it selfe, which could not be her office
to say, is come: was faithfully confirm'd by the Rector
of the place.

Cap.E.
Hath the Count all this intelligence?

Cap.G.
I, and the particular confirmations, point
from point, to the full arming of the veritie.

Cap.E.
I am heartily sorrie that hee'l bee gladde of this.

Cap.G.
How mightily sometimes, we make vs comforts of our losses.

Cap.E.
And how mightily some other times, wee
drowne our gaine in teares, the great dignitie that his
valour hath here acquir'd for him, shall at home be
encountred with a shame as ample.

Cap.G.
The webbe of our life, is of a mingled yarne,
good and ill together: our vertues would bee proud, if
our faults whipt them not, and our crimes would dispaire
if they were not cherish'd by our vertues.
Enter a Messenger.
How now? Where's your master?

Ser.
He met the Duke in the street sir, of whom hee
hath taken a solemne leaue: his Lordshippe will next
morning for France. The Duke hath offered him
Letters of commendations to the King.

Cap.E.
They shall bee no more then needfull there,
if they were more then they can commend.

Enter Count Rossillion.

Ber.
They cannot be too sweete for the Kings tartnesse,
heere's his Lordship now. How now my Lord,
i'st not after midnight?

Ber.
I haue to night dispatch'd sixteene businesses, a
moneths length a peece, by an abstract of successe: I
haue congied with the Duke, done my adieu with his
neerest; buried a wife, mourn'd for her, writ to my
Ladie mother, I am returning, entertain'd my Conuoy, &
betweene these maine parcels of dispatch, affected many
nicer needs: the last was the greatest, but that I haue
not ended yet.

Cap.E.
If the businesse bee of any difficulty, and this
morning your departure hence, it requires hast of your
Lordship.

Ber.
I meane the businesse is not ended, as fearing
to heare of it hereafter: but shall we haue this dialogue
betweene the Foole and the Soldiour. Come, bring
forth this counterfet module, ha's deceiu'd mee, like a
double-meaning Prophesier.

Cap.E.
Bring him forth, ha's sate i'th stockes all night
poore gallant knaue.

Ber.
No matter, his heeles haue deseru'd it, in vsurping
his spurres so long. How does he carry himselfe?

Cap.E.
I haue told your Lordship alreadie: The
stockes carrie him. But to answer you as you would be
vnderstood, hee weepes like a wench that had shed her
milke, he hath confest himselfe to Morgan, whom hee
supposes to be a Friar, frõ the time of his remembrance
to this very instant disaster of his setting i'th stockes:
and what thinke you he hath confest?

Ber.
Nothing of me, ha's a?

Cap.E.
His confession is taken, and it shall bee read
to his face, if your Lordshippe be in't, as I beleeue you
are, you must haue the patience to heare it.

Enter Parolles with his Interpreter.

Ber.
A plague vpon him, muffeld; he can say nothing
of me: hush, hush.

Cap.G.
Hoodman comes: Portotartarossa.

Inter.
He calles for the tortures, what will you say
without em.

Par.
I will confesse what I know without constraint,
If ye pinch me like a Pasty, I can say no more.

Int.
Bosko Chimurcho.

Cap.
Boblibindo chicurmurco.

Int.
You are a mercifull Generall: Our Generall
bids you answer to what I shall aske you out of a Note.

Par.
And truly, as I hope to liue.

Int.
First demand of him, how many horse the Duke
is strong. What say you to that?

Par.
Fiue or sixe thousand, but very weake and vnseruiceable:
the troopes are all scattered, and the Commanders
verie poore rogues, vpon my reputation and
credit, and as I hope to liue.

Int.
Shall I set downe your answer so?

Par.
Do, Ile take the Sacrament on't, how & which
way you will: all's one to him.

Ber.
What a past-sauing slaue is this?

Cap.G.
Y'are deceiu'd my Lord, this is Mounsieur
Parrolles the gallant militarist, that was his owne phrase
that had the whole theoricke of warre in the knot of his
scarfe, and the practise in the chape of his dagger.

Cap.E.
I will neuer trust a man againe, for keeping
his sword cleane, nor beleeue he can haue euerie thing
in him, by wearing his apparrell neatly.

Int.
Well, that's set downe.

Par.
Fiue or six thousand horse I sed, I will say true,
or thereabouts set downe, for Ile speake truth.

Cap.G.
He's very neere the truth in this.

Ber.
But I con him no thankes for't in the nature he
deliuers it.

Par.
Poore rogues, I pray you say.

Int.
Well, that's set downe.

Par.
I humbly thanke you sir, a truth's a truth, the
Rogues are maruailous poore.

Interp.
Demaund of him of what strength they are a
foot. What say you to that?

Par.
By my troth sir, if I were to liue this present
houre, I will tell true. Let me see, Spurio a hundred &

fiftie,