All's Well That Ends Well: ACT III
Introduction ACT I ACT II ACT III SCENE I. Florence. The DUKE's palace. SCENE II. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace. SCENE III. Florence. Before the DUKE's palace. SCENE IV. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace. SCENE V. Florence. Without the walls. A tucket afar off. SCENE VI. Camp before Florence. SCENE VII. Florence. The Widow's house. ACT IV ACT V About the Play Feedback			Search: All the plays Hamlet Coriolanus Julius Caesar King Lear Macbeth Othello Romeo and Juliet Richard II Richard III Titus Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Timon of Athens Henry IV Part 1 Henry IV Part 2 Henry the Fifth Henry VI Part 1 Henry VI Part 2 Henry VI Part 3 Henry VIII King John Pericles Troilus and Cressida All's Well... As You Like It The Comedy of Errors Cymbeline A Midsummer... Love's Labour's Lost Measure for Measure The Merry Wives... Much Ado about Nothing The Merchant of Venice Twelfth Night The Taming of... The Tempest The Two Gentlemen... The Winter's Tale    for: SCENE IV. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace. Enter COUNTESS and Steward COUNTESS       Alas! and would you take the letter of her?       Might you not know she would do as she has done,       By sending me a letter? Read it again. Steward 5     I am Saint Jaques' pilgrim, thither gone:       Ambitious love hath so in me offended,       That barefoot plod I the cold ground upon,       With sainted vow my faults to have amended.       Write, write, that from the bloody course of war 10    My dearest master, your dear son, may hie:       Bless him at home in peace, whilst I from far       His name with zealous fervor sanctify:       His taken labours bid him me forgive;       I, his despiteful Juno, sent him forth 15    From courtly friends, with camping foes to live,       Where death and danger dogs the heels of worth:       He is too good and fair for death and me:       Whom I myself embrace, to set him free. COUNTESS       Ah, what sharp stings are in her mildest words! 20    Rinaldo, you did never lack advice so much,       As letting her pass so: had I spoke with her,       I could have well diverted her intents,       Which thus she hath prevented. Steward       Pardon me, madam: 25    If I had given you this at over-night,       She might have been o'erta'en; and yet she writes,       Pursuit would be but vain. COUNTESS       What angel shall       Bless this unworthy husband? he cannot thrive, 30    Unless her prayers, whom heaven delights to hear       And loves to grant, reprieve him from the wrath       Of greatest justice. Write, write, Rinaldo,       To this unworthy husband of his wife;       Let every word weigh heavy of her worth 35    That he does weigh too light: my greatest grief.       Though little he do feel it, set down sharply.       Dispatch the most convenient messenger:       When haply he shall hear that she is gone,       He will return; and hope I may that she, 40    Hearing so much, will speed her foot again,       Led hither by pure love: which of them both       Is dearest to me. I have no skill in sense       To make distinction: provide this messenger:       My heart is heavy and mine age is weak; 45    Grief would have tears, and sorrow bids me speak. Exeunt Return to top of page ... or ... Go to next scene