HELENA. Helena. Diana. Which is the Frenchman ? He; That with the plume: 'tis a most gallant fellow; I would he lov'd his wife: if he were honester, He were much goodlier :-Is't not a handsome gentleman? Diana. Tis pity, he is not honest: Yond's that same knave, I'd poison that vile rascal. Helena. Which is he? Diana. That Jack-an-apes with scarfs: Why is he melancholy? Helena. Perchance he's hurt i'the battle. Parolles. Lose our drum! well. Mariana. He's shrewdly vex'd at something: Look, he has spied us. Widow. Marry, hang you! Mariana. And your courtesy for a ring-carrier! Exeunt BERTRAM, PAROLLES, Officers, and Soldiers. Widow. The troop is past: Come, pilgrim, I will bring you Where you shall host: of enjoin'd penitents There's four or five, to great Saint Jaques bound, Already at my house. Helena. I humbly thank you: Please it this matron, and this gentle maid, To eat with us to-night, the charge, and thanking, Shall be for me; and, to requite you further, I will bestow some precepts on this virgin, Both. We'll take your offer kindly. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL. - Act III. Scene V. |