DUKE Welcome shall they be;
And all the honours that can fly from us
Shall on them settle. You know your places well;
When better fall, for your avails they fell:
To-morrow to the field.
[Flourish. Exeunt]
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL
ACT III
SCENE II Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
[Enter COUNTESS and Clown]
COUNTESS It hath happened all as I would have had it, save
that he comes not along with her.
Clown By my troth, I take my young lord to be a very
melancholy man.
COUNTESS By what observance, I pray you?
Clown Why, he will look upon his boot and sing; mend the
ruff and sing; ask questions and sing; pick his
teeth and sing. I know a man that had this trick of
melancholy sold a goodly manor for a song.
COUNTESS Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.
[Opening a letter]
Clown I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court: our
old ling and our Isbels o' the country are nothing
like your old ling and your Isbels o' the court:
the brains of my Cupid's knocked out, and I begin to
love, as an old man loves money, with no stomach.
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