all’s well that end’s well(终成眷属)-第7节
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BERTRAM。 My wife； my liege！ I shall beseech your Highness； In such a
business give me leave to use The help of mine own eyes。 KING。 Know'st
thou not； Bertram； What she has done for me？ BERTRAM。 Yes； my good
lord； But never hope to know why I should marry her。 KING。 Thou
know'st she has rais'd me from my sickly bed。 BERTRAM。 But follows it；
my lord； to bring me down Must answer for your raising？ I know her well：
She had her breeding at my father's charge。 A poor physician's daughter
my wife！ Disdain Rather corrupt me ever！ KING。 'Tis only title thou
disdain'st in her； the which I can build up。 Strange is it that our bloods； Of
colour； weight； and heat； pour'd all together； Would quite confound
distinction； yet stand off In differences so mighty。 If she be All that is
virtuous…save what thou dislik'st； A poor physician's daughter…thou dislik'st
Of virtue for the name； but do not so。 From lowest place when virtuous
things proceed； The place is dignified by the doer's deed； Where great
additions swell's； and virtue none； It is a dropsied honour。 Good alone Is
good without a name。 Vileness is so： The property by what it is should go；
Not by the title。 She is young； wise； fair； In these to nature she's immediate
heir； And these breed honour。 That is honour's scorn Which challenges
itself as honour's born And is not like the sire。 Honours thrive When rather
from our acts we them derive Than our fore…goers。 The mere word's a
slave； Debauch'd on every tomb； on every grave A lying trophy； and as oft
is dumb Where dust and damn'd oblivion is the tomb Of honour'd bones
indeed。 What should be said？ If thou canst like this creature as a maid； I
can create the rest。 Virtue and she Is her own dower； honour and wealth
from me。 BERTRAM。 I cannot love her； nor will strive to do 't。 KING。
Thou wrong'st thyself； if thou shouldst strive to choose。 HELENA。 That
you are well restor'd； my lord； I'm glad。 Let the rest go。 KING。 My
honour's at the stake； which to defeat； I must produce my power。 Here；
take her hand； Proud scornful boy； unworthy this good gift； That dost in
vile misprision shackle up My love and her desert； that canst not dream
We； poising us in her defective scale； Shall weigh thee to the beam； that
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wilt not know It is in us to plant thine honour where We please to have it
grow。 Check thy contempt； Obey our will； which travails in thy good；
Believe not thy disdain； but presently Do thine own fortunes that obedient
right Which both thy duty owes and our power claims； Or I will throw
thee from my care for ever Into the staggers and the careless lapse Of
youth and ignorance； both my revenge and hate Loosing upon thee in the
name of justice； Without all terms of pity。 Speak； thine answer。
BERTRAM。 Pardon； my gracious lord； for I submit My fancy to your eyes。
When I consider What great creation and what dole of honour Flies where
you bid it； I find that she which late Was in my nobler thoughts most base
is now The praised of the King； who； so ennobled； Is as 'twere born so。
KING。 Take her by the hand； And tell her she is thine； to whom I promise
A counterpoise； if not to thy estate A balance more replete。 BERTRAM。 I
take her hand。 KING。 Good fortune and the favour of the King Smile upon
this contract； whose ceremony Shall seem expedient on the now…born brief；
And be perform'd to…night。 The solemn feast Shall more attend upon the
coming space； Expecting absent friends。 As thou lov'st her； Thy love's to
me religious； else； does err。 Exeunt all but LAFEU and PAROLLES who
stay behind； commenting of this wedding LAFEU。 Do you hear； monsieur？
A word with you。 PAROLLES。 Your pleasure； sir？ LAFEU。 Your lord and
master did well to make his recantation。 PAROLLES。 Recantation！ My
Lord！ my master！ LAFEU。 Ay； is it not a language I speak？ PAROLLES。
A most harsh one； and not to be understood without bloody succeeding。
My master！ LAFEU。 Are you companion to the Count Rousillon？
PAROLLES。 To any count； to all counts； to what is man。 LAFEU。 To what
is count's man： count's master is of another style。 PAROLLES。 You are too
old； sir； let it satisfy you； you are too old。 LAFEU。 I must tell thee； sirrah；
I write man； to which title age cannot bring thee。 PAROLLES。 What I dare
too well do； I dare not do。 LAFEU。 I did think thee； for two ordinaries； to
be a pretty wise fellow； thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel； it
might pass。 Yet the scarfs and the bannerets about thee did manifoldly
dissuade me from believing thee a vessel of too great a burden。 I have now
found thee； when I lose thee again I care not； yet art thou good for nothing
but taking up； and that thou'rt scarce worth。 PAROLLES。 Hadst thou not
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the privilege of antiquity upon thee… LAFEU。 Do not plunge thyself too far
in anger； lest thou hasten thy trial； which if…Lord have mercy on thee for a
hen！ So； my good window of lattice； fare thee well； thy casement I need
not open； for I look through thee。 Give me thy hand。 PAROLLES。 My lord；
you give me most egregious indignity。 LAFEU。 Ay； with all my heart； and
thou art worthy of it。 PAROLLES。 I have not； my lord； deserv'd it。 LAFEU。
Yes； good faith； ev'ry dram of it； and I will not bate thee a scruple。
PAROLLES。 Well； I shall be wiser。 LAFEU。 Ev'n as soon as thou canst；
for thou hast to pull at a smack o' th' contrary。 If ever thou be'st bound in
thy scarf and beaten； thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage。
I have a desire to hold my acquaintance with thee； or rather my knowledge；
that I may say in the default 'He is a man I know。' PAROLLES。 My lord；
you do me most insupportable vexation。 LAFEU。 I would it were hell
pains for thy sake； and my poor doing eternal； for doing I am past； as I will
by thee； in what motion age will give me leave。 Exit
PAROLLES。 Well； thou hast a son shall take this disgrace off me：
scurvy； old； filthy； scurvy lord！ Well； I must be patient； there is no fettering
of authority。 I'll beat him； by my life； if I can meet him with any
convenience； an he were double and double a lord。 I'll have no more pity
of his age than I would have of… I'll beat him； and if I could but meet him
again。
Re…enter LAFEU
LAFEU。 Sirrah； your lord and master's married； there's news for you；
you have a new mistress。 PAROLLES。 I most unfeignedly beseech your
lordship to make some reservation of your wrongs。 He is my good lord：
whom I serve above is my master。 LAFEU。 Who？ God？ PAROLLES。 Ay；
sir。 LAFEU。 The devil it is that's thy master。 Why dost thou garter up thy
arms o' this fashion？ Dost make hose of thy sleeves？ Do other servants so？
Thou wert best set thy lower part where thy nose stands。 By mine honour；
if I were but two hours younger； I'd beat thee。 Methink'st thou art a general
offence； and every man should beat thee。 I think thou wast created for men
to breathe themselves upon thee。 PAROLLES。 This is hard and undeserved
measure； my lord。 LAFEU。 Go to； sir； you were beaten in Italy for picking
a kernel out of a pomegranate； you are a vagabond； and no true traveller；
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you are more saucy with lords and honourable personages than the
commission of your birth and virtue gives you heraldry。 You are not worth
another word； else I'd call you knave。 I leave you。 Exit
Enter BERTRAM
PAROLLES。 Good； very； good； it is so then。 Good； very good； let it
be conceal'd awhile。 BERTRAM。 Undone； and forfeited to cares for ever！
PAROLLES。 What's the matter； sweetheart？ BERTRAM。 Although before
the solemn priest I have sworn； I will not bed her。 PAROLLES。 What；
what； sweetheart？ BERTRAM。 O my Parolles； they have married me！ I'll
to the Tuscan wars； and never bed her。 PAROLLES。 France is a dog…hole；
and it no more merits The tread of a man's foot。 To th' wars！ BERTRAM。
There's letters from my mother； what th' import is I know not yet。
PAROLLES。 Ay； that would be known。 To th' wars； my boy； to th'
