KING 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.
[Exeunt. Flourish]
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL
ACT I
SCENE III Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
[Enter COUNTESS, Steward, and Clown]
COUNTESS I will now hear; what say you of this gentlewoman?
Steward Madam, 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.
COUNTESS What 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.
COUNTESS Well, sir.
Clown No, madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor, though
many of the rich are damned: 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.
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