ACT I - Scene II 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：→） Paris. The KING'S palaceFlourish of cornets. Enter the KING OF FRANCE, with letters, and divers ATTENDANTSKINGThe Florentines and Senoys are by th' ears; Have fought with equal fortune, and continue A braving war.FIRST LORDSo 'tis reported, sir.KINGNay, 'tis most credible. We here receive it, A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria, With caution, that the Florentine will move us For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend Prejudicates the business, and would seem To have us make denial.FIRST LORDHis love and wisdom, Approv'd so to your Majesty, may plead For amplest credence.KINGHe hath arm'd our answer, And Florence is denied before he comes; Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see The Tuscan service, freely have they leave To stand on either part.SECOND LORDIt well may serve A nursery to our gentry, who are sick For breathing and exploit.KINGWhat's he comes here?Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLESFIRST LORDIt is the Count Rousillon, my good lord, Young Bertram.KINGYouth, thou bear'st thy father's face; Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts Mayst thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.BERTRAMMy thanks and duty are your Majesty's.KINGI 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 awak'd 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 us'd 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, followed well, would demonstrate them now But goers backward.BERTRAMHis good remembrance, sir, Lies richer in your thoughts than on his tomb; So in approof lives not his epitaph As in your royal speech.KINGWould I were with him! He would always say- Methinks I hear him now; his plausive words He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them To grow there, and to bear- 'Let me not live'- This his good melancholy oft began, On the catastrophe and heel of pastime, When it was out-'Let me not live' quoth he 'After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses All but new things disdain; whose judgments are Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies Expire before their fashions.' This he wish'd. I, after him, do after him wish too, Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home, I quickly were dissolved from my hive, To give some labourers room.SECOND LORDYou're loved, sir; They that least lend it you shall lack you first.KINGI fill a place, I know't. How long is't, Count, Since the physician at your father's died? He was much fam'd.BERTRAMSome six months since, my lord.KINGIf 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.BERTRAMThank your Majesty.Exeunt [Flourish] Previous Chapter Next Chapter