All’s Well That Ends Well: Act II

SCENE I. Paris. A room in the King’s palace.

Flourish. Enter the King with young Lords taking leave for the
Florentine war; Bertram, Parolles and Attendants.

KING. Farewell, young lords; these warlike principles Do not throw from you; and you, my lords, farewell; Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all, The gift doth stretch itself as ’tis receiv’d, And is enough for both.

FIRST LORD. ’Tis our hope, sir, After well-ent’red soldiers, to return And find your grace in health.

KING. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart Will not confess he owes the malady...