ACT II - Scene V 小说：All's Well That Ends Well     作者：William Shakespeare [ 阅读设置与语言切换 ] 设置背景颜色： 段落首字母是否突出显示： 是 否 段落文本是否两端对齐： 是 否 翻页快捷键：上一章（左箭头：←）下一章（右箭头：→） Rousillon. The COUNT'S palaceEnter COUNTESS, STEWARD, and CLOWNCOUNTESSI will now hear; what say you of this gentlewoman?STEWARDMadam, the care I have had to even your content I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours; for then we wound our modesty, and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.COUNTESSWhat does this knave here? Get you gone, sirrah. The complaints I have heard of you I do not all believe; 'tis my slowness that I do not, for I know you lack not folly to commit them and have ability enough to make such knaveries yours.CLOWN'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a poor fellow.COUNTESSWell, sir.CLOWNNo, madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor, though many of the rich are damn'd; but if I may have your ladyship's good will to go to the world, Isbel the woman and I will do as we may.COUNTESSWilt thou needs be a beggar?CLOWNI do beg your good will in this case.COUNTESSIn what case?CLOWNIn Isbel's case and mine own. Service is no heritage; and I think I shall never have the blessing of God till I have issue o' my body; for they say bames are blessings.COUNTESSTell me thy reason why thou wilt marry.CLOWNMy poor body, madam, requires it. I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.COUNTESSIs this all your worship's reason?CLOWNFaith, madam, I have other holy reasons, such as they are.COUNTESSMay the world know them?CLOWNI have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you and all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do marry that I may repent.COUNTESSThy marriage, sooner than thy wickedness.CLOWNI am out o' friends, madam, and I hope to have friends for my wife's sake.COUNTESSSuch friends are thine enemies, knave.CLOWNY'are shallow, madam-in great friends; for the knaves come to do that for me which I am aweary of. He that ears my land spares my team, and gives me leave to in the crop. If I be his cuckold, he's my drudge. He that comforts my wife is the cherisher of my flesh and blood; he that cherishes my flesh and blood loves my flesh and blood; he that loves my flesh and blood is my friend; ergo, he that kisses my wife is my friend. If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage; for young Charbon the puritan and old Poysam the papist, howsome'er their hearts are sever'd in religion, their heads are both one; they may jowl horns together like any deer i' th' herd.COUNTESSWilt thou ever be a foul-mouth'd and calumnious knave?CLOWNA prophet I, madam; and I speak the truth the next way:For I the ballad will repeat, Which men full true shall find: Your marriage comes by destiny, Your cuckoo sings by kind.COUNTESSGet you gone, sir; I'll talk with you more anon.STEWARDMay it please you, madam, that he bid Helen come to you. Of her I am to speak.COUNTESSSirrah, tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her; Helen I mean.CLOWN[Sings]'Was this fair face the cause' quoth she 'Why the Grecians sacked Troy? Fond done, done fond, Was this King Priam's joy?' With that she sighed as she stood, With that she sighed as she stood, And gave this sentence then: 'Among nine bad if one be good, Among nine bad if one be good, There's yet one good in ten.'COUNTESSWhat, one good in ten? You corrupt the song, sirrah.CLOWNOne good woman in ten, madam, which is a purifying o' th' song. Would God would serve the world so all the year! We'd find no fault with the tithe-woman, if I were the parson. One in ten, quoth 'a! An we might have a good woman born before every blazing star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery well: a man may draw his heart out ere 'a pluck one.COUNTESSYou'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I command you.CLOWNThat man should be at woman's command, and yet no hurt done! Though honesty be no puritan, yet it will do no hurt; it will wear the surplice of humility over the black gown of a big heart. I am going, forsooth. The business is for Helen to come hither.ExitCOUNTESSWell, now.STEWARDI know, madam, you love your gentlewoman entirely. COUNTESS. Faith I do. Her father bequeath'd her to me; and she herself, without other advantage, may lawfully make title to as much love as she finds. There is more owing her than is paid; and more shall be paid her than she'll demand.STEWARDMadam, I was very late more near her than I think she wish'd me. Alone she was, and did communicate to herself her own words to her own ears; she thought, I dare vow for her, they touch'd not any stranger sense. Her matter was, she loved your son. Fortune, she said, was no goddess, that had put such difference betwixt their two estates; Love no god, that would not extend his might only where qualities were level; Diana no queen of virgins, that would suffer her poor knight surpris'd without rescue in the first assault, or ransom afterward. This she deliver'd in the most bitter touch of sorrow that e'er I heard virgin exclaim in; which I held my duty speedily to acquaint you withal; sithence, in the loss that may happen, it concerns you something to know it.COUNTESSYou have discharg'd this honestly; keep it to yourself. Many likelihoods inform'd me of this before, which hung so tott'ring in the balance that I could neither believe nor misdoubt. Pray you leave me. Stall this in your bosom; and I thank you for your honest care. I will speak with you further anon.Exit STEWARDEnter HELENAEven so it was with me when I was young. If ever we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong; Our blood to us, this to our blood is born. It is the show and seal of nature's truth, Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth. By our remembrances of days foregone, Such were our faults, or then we thought them none. Her eye is sick on't; I observe her now.HELENAWhat is your pleasure, madam?COUNTESSYou know, Helen, I am a mother to you.HELENAMine honourable mistress.COUNTESSNay, a mother. Why not a mother? When I said 'a mother,' Methought you saw a serpent. What's in 'mother' That you start at it? I say I am your mother, And put you in the catalogue of those That were enwombed mine. 'Tis often seen Adoption strives with nature, and choice breeds A native slip to us from foreign seeds. You ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan, Yet I express to you a mother's care. God's mercy, maiden! does it curd thy blood To say I am thy mother? What's the matter, That this distempered messenger of wet, The many-colour'd Iris, rounds thine eye? Why, that you are my daughter?HELENAThat I am not.COUNTESSI say I am your mother.HELENAPardon, madam. The Count Rousillon cannot be my brother: I am from humble, he from honoured name; No note upon my parents, his all noble. My master, my dear lord he is; and I His servant live, and will his vassal die. He must not be my brother.COUNTESSNor I your mother?HELENAYou are my mother, madam; would you were- So that my lord your son were not my brother- Indeed my mother! Or were you both our mothers, I care no more for than I do for heaven, So I were not his sister. Can't no other, But, I your daughter, he must be my brother?COUNTESSYes, Helen, you might be my daughter-in-law. God shield you mean it not! 'daughter' and 'mother' So strive upon your pulse. What! pale again? My fear hath catch'd your fondness. Now I see The myst'ry of your loneliness, and find Your salt tears' head. Now to all sense 'tis gross You love my son; invention is asham'd, Against the proclamation of thy passion, To say thou dost not. Therefore tell me true; But tell me then, 'tis so; for, look, thy cheeks Confess it, th' one to th' other; and thine eyes See it so grossly shown in thy behaviours That in their kind they speak it; only sin And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue, That truth should be suspected. Speak, is't so? If it be so, you have wound a goodly clew; If it be not, forswear't; howe'er, I charge thee, As heaven shall work in me for thine avail, To tell me truly.HELENAGood madam, pardon me.COUNTESSDo you love my son?HELENAYour pardon, noble mistress.COUNTESSLove you my son?HELENADo not you love him, madam?COUNTESSGo not about; my love hath in't a bond Whereof the world takes note. Come, come, disclose The state of your affection; for your passions Have to the full appeach'd.HELENAThen I confess, Here on my knee, before high heaven and you, That before you, and next unto high heaven, I love your son. My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love. Be not offended, for it hurts not him That he is lov'd of me; I follow him not By any token of presumptuous suit, Nor would I have him till I do deserve him; Yet never know how that desert should be. I know I love in vain, strive against hope; Yet in this captious and intenible sieve I still pour in the waters of my love, And lack not to lose still. Thus, Indian-like, Religious in mine error, I adore The sun that looks upon his worshipper But knows of him no more. My dearest madam, Let not your hate encounter with my love, For loving where you do; but if yourself, Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth, Did ever in so true a flame of liking Wish chastely and love dearly that your Dian Was both herself and Love; O, then, give pity To her whose state is such that cannot choose But lend and give where she is sure to lose; That seeks not to find that her search implies, But, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies!COUNTESSHad you not lately an intent-speak truly- To go to Paris?HELENAMadam, I had.COUNTESSWherefore? Tell true.HELENAI will tell truth; by grace itself I swear. You know my father left me some prescriptions Of rare and prov'd effects, such as his reading And manifest experience had collected For general sovereignty; and that he will'd me In heedfull'st reservation to bestow them, As notes whose faculties inclusive were More than they were in note. Amongst the rest There is a remedy, approv'd, set down, To cure the desperate languishings whereof The King is render'd lost.COUNTESSThis was your motive For Paris, was it? Speak.HELENAMy lord your son made me to think of this, Else Paris, and the medicine, and the King, Had from the conversation of my thoughts Haply been absent then.COUNTESSBut think you, Helen, If you should tender your supposed aid, He would receive it? He and his physicians Are of a mind: he, that they cannot help him; They, that they cannot help. How shall they credit A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools, Embowell'd of their doctrine, have let off The danger to itself?HELENAThere's something in't More than my father's skill, which was the great'st Of his profession, that his good receipt Shall for my legacy be sanctified By th' luckiest stars in heaven; and, would your honour But give me leave to try success, I'd venture The well-lost life of mine on his Grace's cure. By such a day and hour.COUNTESSDost thou believe't?HELENAAy, madam, knowingly.COUNTESSWhy, Helen, thou shalt have my leave and love, Means and attendants, and my loving greetings To those of mine in court. I'll stay at home,Paris. The KING'S palaceEnter LAFEU and BERTRAMLAFEUBut I hope your lordship thinks not him a soldier.BERTRAMYes, my lord, and of very valiant approof.LAFEUYou have it from his own deliverance.BERTRAMAnd by other warranted testimony.LAFEUThen my dial goes not true; I took this lark for a bunting.BERTRAMI do assure you, my lord, he is very great in knowledge, and accordingly valiant.LAFEUI have then sinn'd against his experience and transgress'd against his valour; and my state that way is dangerous, since I cannot yet find in my heart to repent. Here he comes; I pray you make us friends; I will pursue the amityEnter PAROLLESPAROLLES[To BERTRAM] These things shall be done, sir.LAFEUPray you, sir, who's his tailor?PAROLLESSir!LAFEUO, I know him well. Ay, sir; he, sir, 's a good workman, a very good tailor.BERTRAM[Aside to PAROLLES] Is she gone to the King?PAROLLESShe is.BERTRAMWill she away to-night?PAROLLESAs you'll have her.BERTRAMI 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.LAFEUA 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.BERTRAMIs there any unkindness between my lord and you, monsieur?PAROLLESI know not how I have deserved to run into my lord's displeasure.LAFEUYou have made shift to run into 't, boots and spurs and all, like him that leapt into the custard; and out of it you'll run again, rather than suffer question for your residence.BERTRAMIt may be you have mistaken him, my lord.LAFEUAnd shall do so ever, though I took him at's prayers. Fare you well, my lord; and believe this of me: there can be no kernal in this light nut; the soul of this man is his clothes; trust him not in matter of heavy consequence; I have kept of them tame, and know their natures. Farewell, monsieur; I have spoken better of you than you have or will to deserve at my hand; but we must do good against evil.ExitPAROLLESAn idle lord, I swear.BERTRAMI think so.PAROLLESWhy, do you not know him?BERTRAMYes, I do know him well; and common speech Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.Enter HELENAHELENAI have, sir, as I was commanded from you, Spoke with the King, and have procur'd his leave For present parting; only he desires Some private speech with you.BERTRAMI 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. Prepar'd I was not For such a business; therefore am I found So much unsettled. This drives me to entreat you That presently you take your 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.HELENASir, I can nothing say But that I am your most obedient servant.BERTRAMCome, come, no more of that.HELENAAnd ever shall With true observance seek to eke out that Wherein toward me my homely stars have fail'd To equal my great fortune.BERTRAMLet that go. My haste is very great. Farewell; hie home.HELENAPray, sir, your pardon.BERTRAMWell, what would you say?HELENAI 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.BERTRAMWhat would you have?HELENASomething; 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.BERTRAMI pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse.HELENAI shall not break your bidding, good my lord.BERTRAMWhere are my other men, monsieur? Farewell!Exit HELENAGo thou toward home, where I will never come Whilst I can shake my sword or hear the drum. Away, and for our flight.PAROLLESBravely, coragio!ExeuntAnd pray God's blessing into thy attempt. Be gone to-morrow; and be sure of this, What I can help thee to thou shalt not miss.Exeunt Previous Chapter Next Chapter