Speeches (Lines) for Bertram in "All's Well That Ends Well"

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1 I / 1
  • And I in going, madam, weep o'er my father's death
    anew: but I must attend h...
  • 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.
  • 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.

2 I / 1
  • What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of?
  • What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of?
  • Lafeu. He was excellent indeed, madam: the king very
    lately spoke of him admiringly and mourningly: he
    was skilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge
    could be set up against mortality.

    Bertram. What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of?

3 I / 1
  • I heard not of it before.
  • I heard not of it before.
  • Lafeu. A fistula, my lord.

    Bertram. I heard not of it before.

4 I / 1
  • Madam, I desire your holy wishes.
  • Madam, I desire your holy wishes.
  • Countess. If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess
    makes it soon mortal.

    Bertram. Madam, I desire your holy wishes.

5 I / 1
  • [To HELENA] The best wishes that can be forged in
    your thoughts be servants...
  • [To HELENA] The best wishes that can be forged in
    your thoughts be servants to you! Be comfortable
    to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her.
  • Countess. Heaven bless him! Farewell, Bertram.

    Bertram. [To HELENA] The best wishes that can be forged in
    your thoughts be servants to you! Be comfortable
    to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her.

6 I / 2
  • My thanks and duty are your majesty's.
  • My thanks and duty are your majesty's.
  • King of France. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face;
    Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,
    Hath well composed thee. Thy father's moral parts
    Mayst thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.

    Bertram. My thanks and duty are your majesty's.

7 I / 2
  • His good remembrance, sir,
    Lies richer in your thoughts than on his tomb;
  • 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 of France. 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 awaked 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 used 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 humbled. Such a man
    Might be a copy to these younger times;
    Which, follow'd 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.

8 I / 2
  • Some six months since, my lord.
  • Some six months since, my lord.
  • King of France. I fill a place, I know't. How long is't, count,
    Since the physician at your father's died?
    He was much famed.

    Bertram. Some six months since, my lord.

9 I / 2
  • Thank your majesty.
  • Thank your majesty.
  • King of France. 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.

10 II / 1
  • I am commanded here, and kept a coil with
    'Too young' and 'the next year' an...
  • I am commanded here, and kept a coil with
    'Too young' and 'the next year' and 'tis too early.'
  • Parolles. Most admirable: I have seen those wars.

    Bertram. I am commanded here, and kept a coil with
    'Too young' and 'the next year' and 'tis too early.'

11 II / 1
  • I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock,
    Creaking my shoes on the plain m...
  • I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock,
    Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry,
    Till honour be bought up and no sword worn
    But one to dance with! By heaven, I'll steal away.
  • Parolles. An thy mind stand to't, boy, steal away bravely.

    Bertram. I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock,
    Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry,
    Till honour be bought up and no sword worn
    But one to dance with! By heaven, I'll steal away.

12 II / 1
  • I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body.
  • I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body.
  • Lord E.. I am your accessary; and so, farewell.

    Bertram. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body.

13 II / 1
  • Stay: the king.
  • Stay: the king.
  • Parolles. Mars dote on you for his novices! what will ye do?

    Bertram. Stay: the king.

14 II / 1
  • And I will do so.
  • And I will do so.
  • Parolles. [To BERTRAM] Use a more spacious ceremony to the
    noble lords; you have restrained yourself within the
    list of too cold an adieu: be more expressive to
    them: for they wear themselves in the cap of the
    time, there do muster true gait, eat, speak, and
    move under the influence of the most received star;
    and though the devil lead the measure, such are to
    be followed: after them, and take a more dilated farewell.

    Bertram. And I will do so.

15 II / 3
  • And so 'tis.
  • And so 'tis.
  • Parolles. Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder that hath
    shot out in our latter times.

    Bertram. And so 'tis.

16 II / 3
  • My wife, my liege! I shall beseech your highness,
    In such a business give me...
  • My wife, my liege! I shall beseech your highness,
    In such a business give me leave to use
    The help of mine own eyes.
  • King of France. Why, then, young Bertram, take her; she's thy wife.

    Bertram. My wife, my liege! I shall beseech your highness,
    In such a business give me leave to use
    The help of mine own eyes.

17 II / 3
  • Yes, my good lord;
    But never hope to know why I should marry her.
  • Yes, my good lord;
    But never hope to know why I should marry her.
  • King of France. Know'st thou not, Bertram,
    What she has done for me?

    Bertram. Yes, my good lord;
    But never hope to know why I should marry her.

18 II / 3
  • But follows it, my lord, to bring me down
    Must answer for your raising? I kn...
  • But follows it, my lord, to bring me down
    Must answer for your raising? I know her well:
    She had her breeding at my father's charge.
    A poor physician's daughter my wife! Disdain
    Rather corrupt me ever!
  • King of France. Thou know'st she has raised me from my sickly bed.

    Bertram. But follows it, my lord, to bring me down
    Must answer for your raising? I know her well:
    She had her breeding at my father's charge.
    A poor physician's daughter my wife! Disdain
    Rather corrupt me ever!

19 II / 3
  • I cannot love her, nor will strive to do't.
  • I cannot love her, nor will strive to do't.
  • King of France. 'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the which
    I can build up. Strange is it that our bloods,
    Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together,
    Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off
    In differences so mighty. If she be
    All that is virtuous, save what thou dislikest,
    A poor physician's daughter, thou dislikest
    Of virtue for the name: but do not so:
    From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,
    The place is dignified by the doer's deed:
    Where great additions swell's, and virtue none,
    It is a dropsied honour. Good alone
    Is good without a name. Vileness is so:
    The property by what it is should go,
    Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair;
    In these to nature she's immediate heir,
    And these breed honour: that is honour's scorn,
    Which challenges itself as honour's born
    And is not like the sire: honours thrive,
    When rather from our acts we them derive
    Than our foregoers: the mere word's a slave
    Debosh'd on every tomb, on every grave
    A lying trophy, and as oft is dumb
    Where dust and damn'd oblivion is the tomb
    Of honour'd bones indeed. What should be said?
    If thou canst like this creature as a maid,
    I can create the rest: virtue and she
    Is her own dower; honour and wealth from me.

    Bertram. I cannot love her, nor will strive to do't.

20 II / 3
  • Pardon, my gracious lord; for I submit
    My fancy to your eyes: when I conside...
  • Pardon, my gracious lord; for I submit
    My fancy to your eyes: when I consider
    What great creation and what dole of honour
    Flies where you bid it, I find that she, which late
    Was in my nobler thoughts most base, is now
    The praised of the king; who, so ennobled,
    Is as 'twere born so.
  • King of France. My honour's at the stake; which to defeat,
    I must produce my power. Here, take her hand,
    Proud scornful boy, unworthy this good gift;
    That dost in vile misprision shackle up
    My love and her desert; that canst not dream,
    We, poising us in her defective scale,
    Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not know,
    It is in us to plant thine honour where
    We please to have it grow. Cheque thy contempt:
    Obey our will, which travails in thy good:
    Believe not thy disdain, but presently
    Do thine own fortunes that obedient right
    Which both thy duty owes and our power claims;
    Or I will throw thee from my care for ever
    Into the staggers and the careless lapse
    Of youth and ignorance; both my revenge and hate
    Loosing upon thee, in the name of justice,
    Without all terms of pity. Speak; thine answer.

    Bertram. Pardon, my gracious lord; for I submit
    My fancy to your eyes: when I consider
    What great creation and what dole of honour
    Flies where you bid it, I find that she, which late
    Was in my nobler thoughts most base, is now
    The praised of the king; who, so ennobled,
    Is as 'twere born so.

21 II / 3
  • I take her hand.
  • I take her hand.
  • King of France. Take her by the hand,
    And tell her she is thine: to whom I promise
    A counterpoise, if not to thy estate
    A balance more replete.

    Bertram. I take her hand.

22 II / 3
  • Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!
  • Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!
  • Parolles. Good, very good; it is so then: good, very good;
    let it be concealed awhile.

    Bertram. Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!

23 II / 3
  • Although before the solemn priest I have sworn,
    I will not bed her.
  • Although before the solemn priest I have sworn,
    I will not bed her.
  • Parolles. What's the matter, sweet-heart?

    Bertram. Although before the solemn priest I have sworn,
    I will not bed her.

24 II / 3
  • O my Parolles, they have married me!
    I'll to the Tuscan wars, and never bed...
  • O my Parolles, they have married me!
    I'll to the Tuscan wars, and never bed her.
  • Parolles. What, what, sweet-heart?

    Bertram. O my Parolles, they have married me!
    I'll to the Tuscan wars, and never bed her.

25 II / 3
  • There's letters from my mother: what the import is,
    I know not yet.
  • There's letters from my mother: what the import is,
    I know not yet.
  • Parolles. France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits
    The tread of a man's foot: to the wars!

    Bertram. There's letters from my mother: what the import is,
    I know not yet.

26 II / 3
  • It shall be so: I'll send her to my house,
    Acquaint my mother with my hate t...
  • It shall be so: I'll send her to my house,
    Acquaint my mother with my hate to her,
    And wherefore I am fled; write to the king
    That which I durst not speak; his present gift
    Shall furnish me to those Italian fields,
    Where noble fellows strike: war is no strife
    To the dark house and the detested wife.
  • Parolles. Ay, that would be known. To the wars, my boy, to the wars!
    He wears his honour in a box unseen,
    That hugs his kicky-wicky here at home,
    Spending his manly marrow in her arms,
    Which should sustain the bound and high curvet
    Of Mars's fiery steed. To other regions
    France is a stable; we that dwell in't jades;
    Therefore, to the war!

    Bertram. It shall be so: I'll send her to my house,
    Acquaint my mother with my hate to her,
    And wherefore I am fled; write to the king
    That which I durst not speak; his present gift
    Shall furnish me to those Italian fields,
    Where noble fellows strike: war is no strife
    To the dark house and the detested wife.

27 II / 3
  • Go with me to my chamber, and advise me.
    I'll send her straight away: to-mor...
  • Go with me to my chamber, and advise me.
    I'll send her straight away: to-morrow
    I'll to the wars, she to her single sorrow.
  • Parolles. Will this capriccio hold in thee? art sure?

    Bertram. Go with me to my chamber, and advise me.
    I'll send her straight away: to-morrow
    I'll to the wars, she to her single sorrow.

28 II / 5
  • Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof.
  • Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof.
  • Lafeu. But I hope your lordship thinks not him a soldier.

    Bertram. Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof.

29 II / 5
  • And by other warranted testimony.
  • And by other warranted testimony.
  • Lafeu. You have it from his own deliverance.

    Bertram. And by other warranted testimony.

30 II / 5
  • I do assure you, my lord, he is very great in
    knowledge and accordingly vali...
  • I do assure you, my lord, he is very great in
    knowledge and accordingly valiant.
  • Lafeu. Then my dial goes not true: I took this lark for a bunting.

    Bertram. I do assure you, my lord, he is very great in
    knowledge and accordingly valiant.

31 II / 5
  • [Aside to PAROLLES] Is she gone to the king?
  • [Aside to PAROLLES] Is she gone to the king?
  • Lafeu. O, I know him well, I, sir; he, sir, 's a good
    workman, a very good tailor.

    Bertram. [Aside to PAROLLES] Is she gone to the king?

32 II / 5
  • Will she away to-night?
  • Will she away to-night?
  • Parolles. She is.

    Bertram. Will she away to-night?

33 II / 5
  • I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure,
    Given order for our horses; an...
  • I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure,
    Given order for our horses; and to-night,
    When I should take possession of the bride,
    End ere I do begin.
  • Parolles. As you'll have her.

    Bertram. I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure,
    Given order for our horses; and to-night,
    When I should take possession of the bride,
    End ere I do begin.

34 II / 5
  • Is there any unkindness between my lord and you, monsieur?
  • Is there any unkindness between my lord and you, monsieur?
  • Lafeu. A good traveller is something at the latter end of a
    dinner; but one that lies three thirds and uses a
    known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should
    be once heard and thrice beaten. God save you, captain.

    Bertram. Is there any unkindness between my lord and you, monsieur?

35 II / 5
  • It may be you have mistaken him, my lord.
  • It may be you have mistaken him, my lord.
  • Lafeu. You have made shift to run into 't, boots and spurs
    and all, like him that leaped into the custard; and
    out of it you'll run again, rather than suffer
    question for your residence.

    Bertram. It may be you have mistaken him, my lord.

36 II / 5
  • I think so.
  • I think so.
  • Parolles. An idle lord. I swear.

    Bertram. I think so.

37 II / 5
  • Yes, I do know him well, and common speech
    Gives him a worthy pass. Here com...
  • Yes, I do know him well, and common speech
    Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.
  • Parolles. Why, do you not know him?

    Bertram. Yes, I do know him well, and common speech
    Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.

38 II / 5
  • I shall obey his will.
    You must not marvel, Helen, at my course,
    Which h...
  • I shall obey his will.
    You must not marvel, Helen, at my course,
    Which holds not colour with the time, nor does
    The ministration and required office
    On my particular. Prepared I was not
    For such a business; therefore am I found
    So much unsettled: this drives me to entreat you
    That presently you take our way for home;
    And rather muse than ask why I entreat you,
    For my respects are better than they seem
    And my appointments have in them a need
    Greater than shows itself at the first view
    To you that know them not. This to my mother:
    [Giving a letter]
    'Twill be two days ere I shall see you, so
    I leave you to your wisdom.
  • Helena. I have, sir, as I was commanded from you,
    Spoke with the king and have procured his leave
    For present parting; only he desires
    Some private speech with you.

    Bertram. I shall obey his will.
    You must not marvel, Helen, at my course,
    Which holds not colour with the time, nor does
    The ministration and required office
    On my particular. Prepared I was not
    For such a business; therefore am I found
    So much unsettled: this drives me to entreat you
    That presently you take our way for home;
    And rather muse than ask why I entreat you,
    For my respects are better than they seem
    And my appointments have in them a need
    Greater than shows itself at the first view
    To you that know them not. This to my mother:
    [Giving a letter]
    'Twill be two days ere I shall see you, so
    I leave you to your wisdom.

39 II / 5
  • Come, come, no more of that.
  • Come, come, no more of that.
  • Helena. Sir, I can nothing say,
    But that I am your most obedient servant.

    Bertram. Come, come, no more of that.

40 II / 5
  • Let that go:
    My haste is very great: farewell; hie home.
  • Let that go:
    My haste is very great: farewell; hie home.
  • Helena. And ever shall
    With true observance seek to eke out that
    Wherein toward me my homely stars have fail'd
    To equal my great fortune.

    Bertram. Let that go:
    My haste is very great: farewell; hie home.

41 II / 5
  • Well, what would you say?
  • Well, what would you say?
  • Helena. Pray, sir, your pardon.

    Bertram. Well, what would you say?

42 II / 5
  • What would you have?
  • What would you have?
  • Helena. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe,
    Nor dare I say 'tis mine, and yet it is;
    But, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal
    What law does vouch mine own.

    Bertram. What would you have?

43 II / 5
  • I pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse.
  • I pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse.
  • Helena. Something; and scarce so much: nothing, indeed.
    I would not tell you what I would, my lord:
    Faith yes;
    Strangers and foes do sunder, and not kiss.

    Bertram. I pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse.

44 II / 5
  • Where are my other men, monsieur? Farewell.
    [Exit HELENA]
    Go thou toward...
  • Where are my other men, monsieur? Farewell.
    [Exit HELENA]
    Go thou toward home; where I will never come
    Whilst I can shake my sword or hear the drum.
    Away, and for our flight.
  • Helena. I shall not break your bidding, good my lord.

    Bertram. Where are my other men, monsieur? Farewell.
    [Exit HELENA]
    Go thou toward home; where I will never come
    Whilst I can shake my sword or hear the drum.
    Away, and for our flight.

45 III / 3
  • Sir, it is
    A charge too heavy for my strength, but yet
    We'll strive to b...
  • Sir, it is
    A charge too heavy for my strength, but yet
    We'll strive to bear it for your worthy sake
    To the extreme edge of hazard.
  • Duke of Florence. The general of our horse thou art; and we,
    Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence
    Upon thy promising fortune.

    Bertram. Sir, it is
    A charge too heavy for my strength, but yet
    We'll strive to bear it for your worthy sake
    To the extreme edge of hazard.

46 III / 3
  • This very day,
    Great Mars, I put myself into thy file:
    Make me but like...
  • This very day,
    Great Mars, I put myself into thy file:
    Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall prove
    A lover of thy drum, hater of love.
  • Duke of Florence. Then go thou forth;
    And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm,
    As thy auspicious mistress!

    Bertram. This very day,
    Great Mars, I put myself into thy file:
    Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall prove
    A lover of thy drum, hater of love.

47 III / 6
  • Do you think I am so far deceived in him?
  • Do you think I am so far deceived in him?
  • Lord E.. On my life, my lord, a bubble.

    Bertram. Do you think I am so far deceived in him?

48 III / 6
  • I would I knew in what particular action to try him.
  • I would I knew in what particular action to try him.
  • Lord G.. It were fit you knew him; lest, reposing too far in
    his virtue, which he hath not, he might at some
    great and trusty business in a main danger fail you.

    Bertram. I would I knew in what particular action to try him.

49 III / 6
  • How now, monsieur! this drum sticks sorely in your
    disposition.
  • How now, monsieur! this drum sticks sorely in your
    disposition.
  • Lord E.. [Aside to BERTRAM] O, for the love of laughter,
    hinder not the honour of his design: let him fetch
    off his drum in any hand.

    Bertram. How now, monsieur! this drum sticks sorely in your
    disposition.

50 III / 6
  • Well, we cannot greatly condemn our success: some
    dishonour we had in the lo...
  • Well, we cannot greatly condemn our success: some
    dishonour we had in the loss of that drum; but it is
    not to be recovered.
  • Lord G.. That was not to be blamed in the command of the
    service: it was a disaster of war that Caesar
    himself could not have prevented, if he had been
    there to command.

    Bertram. Well, we cannot greatly condemn our success: some
    dishonour we had in the loss of that drum; but it is
    not to be recovered.

51 III / 6
  • It might; but it is not now.
  • It might; but it is not now.
  • Parolles. It might have been recovered.

    Bertram. It might; but it is not now.

52 III / 6
  • Why, if you have a stomach, to't, monsieur: if you
    think your mystery in str...
  • Why, if you have a stomach, to't, monsieur: if you
    think your mystery in stratagem can bring this
    instrument of honour again into his native quarter,
    be magnanimous in the enterprise and go on; I will
    grace the attempt for a worthy exploit: if you
    speed well in it, the duke shall both speak of it.
    and extend to you what further becomes his
    greatness, even to the utmost syllable of your
    worthiness.
  • Parolles. It is to be recovered: but that the merit of
    service is seldom attributed to the true and exact
    performer, I would have that drum or another, or
    'hic jacet.'

    Bertram. Why, if you have a stomach, to't, monsieur: if you
    think your mystery in stratagem can bring this
    instrument of honour again into his native quarter,
    be magnanimous in the enterprise and go on; I will
    grace the attempt for a worthy exploit: if you
    speed well in it, the duke shall both speak of it.
    and extend to you what further becomes his
    greatness, even to the utmost syllable of your
    worthiness.

53 III / 6
  • But you must not now slumber in it.
  • But you must not now slumber in it.
  • Parolles. By the hand of a soldier, I will undertake it.

    Bertram. But you must not now slumber in it.

54 III / 6
  • May I be bold to acquaint his grace you are gone about it?
  • May I be bold to acquaint his grace you are gone about it?
  • Parolles. I'll about it this evening: and I will presently
    pen down my dilemmas, encourage myself in my
    certainty, put myself into my mortal preparation;
    and by midnight look to hear further from me.

    Bertram. May I be bold to acquaint his grace you are gone about it?

55 III / 6
  • I know thou'rt valiant; and, to the possibility of
    thy soldiership, will sub...
  • I know thou'rt valiant; and, to the possibility of
    thy soldiership, will subscribe for thee. Farewell.
  • Parolles. I know not what the success will be, my lord; but
    the attempt I vow.

    Bertram. I know thou'rt valiant; and, to the possibility of
    thy soldiership, will subscribe for thee. Farewell.

56 III / 6
  • Why, do you think he will make no deed at all of
    this that so seriously he d...
  • Why, do you think he will make no deed at all of
    this that so seriously he does address himself unto?
  • Lord G.. You do not know him, my lord, as we do: certain it
    is that he will steal himself into a man's favour and
    for a week escape a great deal of discoveries; but
    when you find him out, you have him ever after.

    Bertram. Why, do you think he will make no deed at all of
    this that so seriously he does address himself unto?

57 III / 6
  • Your brother he shall go along with me.
  • Your brother he shall go along with me.
  • Lord E.. I must go look my twigs: he shall be caught.

    Bertram. Your brother he shall go along with me.

58 III / 6
  • Now will I lead you to the house, and show you
    The lass I spoke of.
  • Now will I lead you to the house, and show you
    The lass I spoke of.
  • Lord E.. As't please your lordship: I'll leave you.

    Bertram. Now will I lead you to the house, and show you
    The lass I spoke of.

59 III / 6
  • That's all the fault: I spoke with her but once
    And found her wondrous cold;...
  • That's all the fault: I spoke with her but once
    And found her wondrous cold; but I sent to her,
    By this same coxcomb that we have i' the wind,
    Tokens and letters which she did re-send;
    And this is all I have done. She's a fair creature:
    Will you go see her?
  • Lord G.. But you say she's honest.

    Bertram. That's all the fault: I spoke with her but once
    And found her wondrous cold; but I sent to her,
    By this same coxcomb that we have i' the wind,
    Tokens and letters which she did re-send;
    And this is all I have done. She's a fair creature:
    Will you go see her?

60 IV / 2
  • They told me that your name was Fontibell.
  • They told me that your name was Fontibell.
  • Lord E.. Till then I'll keep him dark and safely lock'd.

    Bertram. They told me that your name was Fontibell.

61 IV / 2
  • Titled goddess;
    And worth it, with addition! But, fair soul,
    In your fin...
  • Titled goddess;
    And worth it, with addition! But, fair soul,
    In your fine frame hath love no quality?
    If quick fire of youth light not your mind,
    You are no maiden, but a monument:
    When you are dead, you should be such a one
    As you are now, for you are cold and stem;
    And now you should be as your mother was
    When your sweet self was got.
  • Diana. No, my good lord, Diana.

    Bertram. Titled goddess;
    And worth it, with addition! But, fair soul,
    In your fine frame hath love no quality?
    If quick fire of youth light not your mind,
    You are no maiden, but a monument:
    When you are dead, you should be such a one
    As you are now, for you are cold and stem;
    And now you should be as your mother was
    When your sweet self was got.

62 IV / 2
  • So should you be.
  • So should you be.
  • Diana. She then was honest.

    Bertram. So should you be.

63 IV / 2
  • No more o' that;
    I prithee, do not strive against my vows:
    I was compell...
  • No more o' that;
    I prithee, do not strive against my vows:
    I was compell'd to her; but I love thee
    By love's own sweet constraint, and will for ever
    Do thee all rights of service.
  • Diana. No:
    My mother did but duty; such, my lord,
    As you owe to your wife.

    Bertram. No more o' that;
    I prithee, do not strive against my vows:
    I was compell'd to her; but I love thee
    By love's own sweet constraint, and will for ever
    Do thee all rights of service.

64 IV / 2
  • How have I sworn!
  • How have I sworn!
  • Diana. Ay, so you serve us
    Till we serve you; but when you have our roses,
    You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves
    And mock us with our bareness.

    Bertram. How have I sworn!

65 IV / 2
  • Change it, change it;
    Be not so holy-cruel: love is holy;
    And my integri...
  • Change it, change it;
    Be not so holy-cruel: love is holy;
    And my integrity ne'er knew the crafts
    That you do charge men with. Stand no more off,
    But give thyself unto my sick desires,
    Who then recover: say thou art mine, and ever
    My love as it begins shall so persever.
  • Diana. 'Tis not the many oaths that makes the truth,
    But the plain single vow that is vow'd true.
    What is not holy, that we swear not by,
    But take the High'st to witness: then, pray you, tell me,
    If I should swear by God's great attributes,
    I loved you dearly, would you believe my oaths,
    When I did love you ill? This has no holding,
    To swear by him whom I protest to love,
    That I will work against him: therefore your oaths
    Are words and poor conditions, but unseal'd,
    At least in my opinion.

    Bertram. Change it, change it;
    Be not so holy-cruel: love is holy;
    And my integrity ne'er knew the crafts
    That you do charge men with. Stand no more off,
    But give thyself unto my sick desires,
    Who then recover: say thou art mine, and ever
    My love as it begins shall so persever.

66 IV / 2
  • I'll lend it thee, my dear; but have no power
    To give it from me.
  • I'll lend it thee, my dear; but have no power
    To give it from me.
  • Diana. I see that men make ropes in such a scarre
    That we'll forsake ourselves. Give me that ring.

    Bertram. I'll lend it thee, my dear; but have no power
    To give it from me.

67 IV / 2
  • It is an honour 'longing to our house,
    Bequeathed down from many ancestors;...
  • It is an honour 'longing to our house,
    Bequeathed down from many ancestors;
    Which were the greatest obloquy i' the world
    In me to lose.
  • Diana. Will you not, my lord?

    Bertram. It is an honour 'longing to our house,
    Bequeathed down from many ancestors;
    Which were the greatest obloquy i' the world
    In me to lose.

68 IV / 2
  • Here, take my ring:
    My house, mine honour, yea, my life, be thine,
    And I...
  • Here, take my ring:
    My house, mine honour, yea, my life, be thine,
    And I'll be bid by thee.
  • Diana. Mine honour's such a ring:
    My chastity's the jewel of our house,
    Bequeathed down from many ancestors;
    Which were the greatest obloquy i' the world
    In me to lose: thus your own proper wisdom
    Brings in the champion Honour on my part,
    Against your vain assault.

    Bertram. Here, take my ring:
    My house, mine honour, yea, my life, be thine,
    And I'll be bid by thee.

69 IV / 2
  • A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.
  • A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.
  • Diana. When midnight comes, knock at my chamber-window:
    I'll order take my mother shall not hear.
    Now will I charge you in the band of truth,
    When you have conquer'd my yet maiden bed,
    Remain there but an hour, nor speak to me:
    My reasons are most strong; and you shall know them
    When back again this ring shall be deliver'd:
    And on your finger in the night I'll put
    Another ring, that what in time proceeds
    May token to the future our past deeds.
    Adieu, till then; then, fail not. You have won
    A wife of me, though there my hope be done.

    Bertram. A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.

70 IV / 3
  • I have to-night dispatched sixteen businesses, a
    month's length a-piece, by...
  • I have to-night dispatched sixteen businesses, a
    month's length a-piece, by an abstract of success:
    I have congied with the duke, done my adieu with his
    nearest; buried a wife, mourned for her; writ to my
    lady mother I am returning; entertained my convoy;
    and between these main parcels of dispatch effected
    many nicer needs; the last was the greatest, but
    that I have not ended yet.
  • Lord G.. They cannot be too sweet for the king's tartness.
    Here's his lordship now.
    [Enter BERTRAM]
    How now, my lord! is't not after midnight?

    Bertram. I have to-night dispatched sixteen businesses, a
    month's length a-piece, by an abstract of success:
    I have congied with the duke, done my adieu with his
    nearest; buried a wife, mourned for her; writ to my
    lady mother I am returning; entertained my convoy;
    and between these main parcels of dispatch effected
    many nicer needs; the last was the greatest, but
    that I have not ended yet.

71 IV / 3
  • I mean, the business is not ended, as fearing to
    hear of it hereafter. But s...
  • I mean, the business is not ended, as fearing to
    hear of it hereafter. But shall we have this
    dialogue between the fool and the soldier? Come,
    bring forth this counterfeit module, he has deceived
    me, like a double-meaning prophesier.
  • Lord E.. If the business be of any difficulty, and this
    morning your departure hence, it requires haste of
    your lordship.

    Bertram. I mean, the business is not ended, as fearing to
    hear of it hereafter. But shall we have this
    dialogue between the fool and the soldier? Come,
    bring forth this counterfeit module, he has deceived
    me, like a double-meaning prophesier.

72 IV / 3
  • No matter: his heels have deserved it, in usurping
    his spurs so long. How do...
  • No matter: his heels have deserved it, in usurping
    his spurs so long. How does he carry himself?
  • Lord E.. Bring him forth: has sat i' the stocks all night,
    poor gallant knave.

    Bertram. No matter: his heels have deserved it, in usurping
    his spurs so long. How does he carry himself?

73 IV / 3
  • Nothing of me, has a'?
  • Nothing of me, has a'?
  • Lord E.. I have told your lordship already, the stocks carry
    him. But to answer you as you would be understood;
    he weeps like a wench that had shed her milk: he
    hath confessed himself to Morgan, whom he supposes
    to be a friar, from the time of his remembrance to
    this very instant disaster of his setting i' the
    stocks: and what think you he hath confessed?

    Bertram. Nothing of me, has a'?

74 IV / 3
  • A plague upon him! muffled! he can say nothing of
    me: hush, hush!
  • A plague upon him! muffled! he can say nothing of
    me: hush, hush!
  • Lord E.. His confession is taken, and it shall be read to his
    face: if your lordship be in't, as I believe you
    are, you must have the patience to hear it.

    Bertram. A plague upon him! muffled! he can say nothing of
    me: hush, hush!

75 IV / 3
  • All's one to him. What a past-saving slave is this!
  • All's one to him. What a past-saving slave is this!
  • Parolles. Do: I'll take the sacrament on't, how and which way you will.

    Bertram. All's one to him. What a past-saving slave is this!

76 IV / 3
  • But I con him no thanks for't, in the nature he
    delivers it.
  • But I con him no thanks for't, in the nature he
    delivers it.
  • Lord G.. He's very near the truth in this.

    Bertram. But I con him no thanks for't, in the nature he
    delivers it.

77 IV / 3
  • What shall be done to him?
  • What shall be done to him?
  • Parolles. By my troth, sir, if I were to live this present
    hour, I will tell true. Let me see: Spurio, a
    hundred and fifty; Sebastian, so many; Corambus, so
    many; Jaques, so many; Guiltian, Cosmo, Lodowick,
    and Gratii, two hundred and fifty each; mine own
    company, Chitopher, Vaumond, Bentii, two hundred and
    fifty each: so that the muster-file, rotten and
    sound, upon my life, amounts not to fifteen thousand
    poll; half of the which dare not shake snow from off
    their cassocks, lest they shake themselves to pieces.

    Bertram. What shall be done to him?

78 IV / 3
  • Nay, by your leave, hold your hands; though I know
    his brains are forfeit to...
  • Nay, by your leave, hold your hands; though I know
    his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls.
  • Parolles. I know him: a' was a botcher's 'prentice in Paris,
    from whence he was whipped for getting the shrieve's
    fool with child,--a dumb innocent, that could not
    say him nay.

    Bertram. Nay, by your leave, hold your hands; though I know
    his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls.

79 IV / 3
  • Our interpreter does it well.
  • Our interpreter does it well.
  • Parolles. I do not know if it be it or no.

    Bertram. Our interpreter does it well.

80 IV / 3
  • Damnable both-sides rogue!
  • Damnable both-sides rogue!
  • Parolles. My meaning in't, I protest, was very honest in the
    behalf of the maid; for I knew the young count to be
    a dangerous and lascivious boy, who is a whale to
    virginity and devours up all the fry it finds.

    Bertram. Damnable both-sides rogue!

81 IV / 3
  • He shall be whipped through the army with this rhyme
    in's forehead.
  • He shall be whipped through the army with this rhyme
    in's forehead.
  • First Soldier. [Reads] 'When he swears oaths, bid him drop gold, and take it;
    After he scores, he never pays the score:
    Half won is match well made; match, and well make it;
    He ne'er pays after-debts, take it before;
    And say a soldier, Dian, told thee this,
    Men are to mell with, boys are not to kiss:
    For count of this, the count's a fool, I know it,
    Who pays before, but not when he does owe it.
    Thine, as he vowed to thee in thine ear,
    PAROLLES.'

    Bertram. He shall be whipped through the army with this rhyme
    in's forehead.

82 IV / 3
  • I could endure any thing before but a cat, and now
    he's a cat to me.
  • I could endure any thing before but a cat, and now
    he's a cat to me.
  • Lord E.. This is your devoted friend, sir, the manifold
    linguist and the armipotent soldier.

    Bertram. I could endure any thing before but a cat, and now
    he's a cat to me.

83 IV / 3
  • For this description of thine honesty? A pox upon
    him for me, he's more and...
  • For this description of thine honesty? A pox upon
    him for me, he's more and more a cat.
  • Lord G.. I begin to love him for this.

    Bertram. For this description of thine honesty? A pox upon
    him for me, he's more and more a cat.

84 IV / 3
  • A pox on him, he's a cat still.
  • A pox on him, he's a cat still.
  • Lord G.. He hath out-villained villany so far, that the
    rarity redeems him.

    Bertram. A pox on him, he's a cat still.

85 IV / 3
  • Good morrow, noble captain.
  • Good morrow, noble captain.
  • Lord G.. That shall you, and take your leave of all your friends.
    [Unblinding him]
    So, look about you: know you any here?

    Bertram. Good morrow, noble captain.

86 V / 3
  • My high-repented blames,
    Dear sovereign, pardon to me.
  • My high-repented blames,
    Dear sovereign, pardon to me.
  • King of France. I am not a day of season,
    For thou mayst see a sunshine and a hail
    In me at once: but to the brightest beams
    Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth;
    The time is fair again.

    Bertram. My high-repented blames,
    Dear sovereign, pardon to me.

87 V / 3
  • Admiringly, my liege, at first
    I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
    ...
  • Admiringly, my liege, at first
    I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
    Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue
    Where the impression of mine eye infixing,
    Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me,
    Which warp'd the line of every other favour;
    Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it stolen;
    Extended or contracted all proportions
    To a most hideous object: thence it came
    That she whom all men praised and whom myself,
    Since I have lost, have loved, was in mine eye
    The dust that did offend it.
  • King of France. All is whole;
    Not one word more of the consumed time.
    Let's take the instant by the forward top;
    For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
    The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time
    Steals ere we can effect them. You remember
    The daughter of this lord?

    Bertram. Admiringly, my liege, at first
    I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
    Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue
    Where the impression of mine eye infixing,
    Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me,
    Which warp'd the line of every other favour;
    Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it stolen;
    Extended or contracted all proportions
    To a most hideous object: thence it came
    That she whom all men praised and whom myself,
    Since I have lost, have loved, was in mine eye
    The dust that did offend it.

88 V / 3
  • Hers it was not.
  • Hers it was not.
  • Lafeu. Come on, my son, in whom my house's name
    Must be digested, give a favour from you
    To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter,
    That she may quickly come.
    [BERTRAM gives a ring]
    By my old beard,
    And every hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead,
    Was a sweet creature: such a ring as this,
    The last that e'er I took her at court,
    I saw upon her finger.

    Bertram. Hers it was not.

89 V / 3
  • My gracious sovereign,
    Howe'er it pleases you to take it so,
    The ring wa...
  • My gracious sovereign,
    Howe'er it pleases you to take it so,
    The ring was never hers.
  • King of France. Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine eye,
    While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd to't.
    This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen,
    I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood
    Necessitied to help, that by this token
    I would relieve her. Had you that craft, to reave
    her
    Of what should stead her most?

    Bertram. My gracious sovereign,
    Howe'er it pleases you to take it so,
    The ring was never hers.

90 V / 3
  • You are deceived, my lord; she never saw it:
    In Florence was it from a casem...
  • You are deceived, my lord; she never saw it:
    In Florence was it from a casement thrown me,
    Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name
    Of her that threw it: noble she was, and thought
    I stood engaged: but when I had subscribed
    To mine own fortune and inform'd her fully
    I could not answer in that course of honour
    As she had made the overture, she ceased
    In heavy satisfaction and would never
    Receive the ring again.
  • Lafeu. I am sure I saw her wear it.

    Bertram. You are deceived, my lord; she never saw it:
    In Florence was it from a casement thrown me,
    Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name
    Of her that threw it: noble she was, and thought
    I stood engaged: but when I had subscribed
    To mine own fortune and inform'd her fully
    I could not answer in that course of honour
    As she had made the overture, she ceased
    In heavy satisfaction and would never
    Receive the ring again.

91 V / 3
  • She never saw it.
  • She never saw it.
  • King of France. Plutus himself,
    That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine,
    Hath not in nature's mystery more science
    Than I have in this ring: 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's,
    Whoever gave it you. Then, if you know
    That you are well acquainted with yourself,
    Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement
    You got it from her: she call'd the saints to surety
    That she would never put it from her finger,
    Unless she gave it to yourself in bed,
    Where you have never come, or sent it us
    Upon her great disaster.

    Bertram. She never saw it.

92 V / 3
  • If you shall prove
    This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy
    Prove that...
  • If you shall prove
    This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy
    Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence,
    Where yet she never was.
  • King of France. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine honour;
    And makest conjectural fears to come into me
    Which I would fain shut out. If it should prove
    That thou art so inhuman,--'twill not prove so;--
    And yet I know not: thou didst hate her deadly,
    And she is dead; which nothing, but to close
    Her eyes myself, could win me to believe,
    More than to see this ring. Take him away.
    [Guards seize BERTRAM]
    My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall,
    Shall tax my fears of little vanity,
    Having vainly fear'd too little. Away with him!
    We'll sift this matter further.

    Bertram. If you shall prove
    This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy
    Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence,
    Where yet she never was.

93 V / 3
  • My lord, I neither can nor will deny
    But that I know them: do they charge me...
  • My lord, I neither can nor will deny
    But that I know them: do they charge me further?
  • King of France. Come hither, count; do you know these women?

    Bertram. My lord, I neither can nor will deny
    But that I know them: do they charge me further?

94 V / 3
  • She's none of mine, my lord.
  • She's none of mine, my lord.
  • Diana. Why do you look so strange upon your wife?

    Bertram. She's none of mine, my lord.

95 V / 3
  • My lord, this is a fond and desperate creature,
    Whom sometime I have laugh'd...
  • My lord, this is a fond and desperate creature,
    Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let your highness
    Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour
    Than for to think that I would sink it here.
  • Lafeu. Your reputation comes too short for my daughter; you
    are no husband for her.

    Bertram. My lord, this is a fond and desperate creature,
    Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let your highness
    Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour
    Than for to think that I would sink it here.

96 V / 3
  • She's impudent, my lord,
    And was a common gamester to the camp.
  • She's impudent, my lord,
    And was a common gamester to the camp.
  • King of France. What say'st thou to her?

    Bertram. She's impudent, my lord,
    And was a common gamester to the camp.

97 V / 3
  • What of him?
    He's quoted for a most perfidious slave,
    With all the spots...
  • What of him?
    He's quoted for a most perfidious slave,
    With all the spots o' the world tax'd and debosh'd;
    Whose nature sickens but to speak a truth.
    Am I or that or this for what he'll utter,
    That will speak any thing?
  • King of France. Find him, and bring him hither.

    Bertram. What of him?
    He's quoted for a most perfidious slave,
    With all the spots o' the world tax'd and debosh'd;
    Whose nature sickens but to speak a truth.
    Am I or that or this for what he'll utter,
    That will speak any thing?

98 V / 3
  • I think she has: certain it is I liked her,
    And boarded her i' the wanton wa...
  • I think she has: certain it is I liked her,
    And boarded her i' the wanton way of youth:
    She knew her distance and did angle for me,
    Madding my eagerness with her restraint,
    As all impediments in fancy's course
    Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine,
    Her infinite cunning, with her modern grace,
    Subdued me to her rate: she got the ring;
    And I had that which any inferior might
    At market-price have bought.
  • King of France. She hath that ring of yours.

    Bertram. I think she has: certain it is I liked her,
    And boarded her i' the wanton way of youth:
    She knew her distance and did angle for me,
    Madding my eagerness with her restraint,
    As all impediments in fancy's course
    Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine,
    Her infinite cunning, with her modern grace,
    Subdued me to her rate: she got the ring;
    And I had that which any inferior might
    At market-price have bought.

99 V / 3
  • I have it not.
  • I have it not.
  • Diana. I must be patient:
    You, that have turn'd off a first so noble wife,
    May justly diet me. I pray you yet;
    Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband;
    Send for your ring, I will return it home,
    And give me mine again.

    Bertram. I have it not.

100 V / 3
  • My lord, I do confess the ring was hers.
  • My lord, I do confess the ring was hers.
  • Diana. I have spoke the truth.

    Bertram. My lord, I do confess the ring was hers.

101 V / 3
  • Both, both. O, pardon!
  • Both, both. O, pardon!
  • Helena. No, my good lord;
    'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see,
    The name and not the thing.

    Bertram. Both, both. O, pardon!

102 V / 3
  • If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly,
    I'll love her dearly, ever,...
  • If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly,
    I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.
  • Helena. O my good lord, when I was like this maid,
    I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring;
    And, look you, here's your letter; this it says:
    'When from my finger you can get this ring
    And are by me with child,' &c. This is done:
    Will you be mine, now you are doubly won?

    Bertram. If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly,
    I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.

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