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All's Well That Ends Well

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Description: “A young man married is a man that’s marr’d.” -All’s Well That Ends Well Eminent Shakespearean scholars Jonathan Bate and Eric Rasmussen provide a fresh new edition of this classic play about gender, desire, and sexual love. THIS VOLUME  More...

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List price: $9.00
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 9/13/2011
Binding: Paperback
Pages: 224
Size: 5.00" wide x 8.00" long x 0.50" tall
Weight: 0.440
Language: English

“A young man married is a man that’s marr’d.” -All’s Well That Ends Well Eminent Shakespearean scholars Jonathan Bate and Eric Rasmussen provide a fresh new edition of this classic play about gender, desire, and sexual love. THIS VOLUME ALSO INCLUDES MORE THAN A HUNDRED PAGES OF EXCLUSIVE FEATURES: " an original Introduction to All’s Well That Ends Well " incisive scene-by-scene synopsis and analysis with vital facts about the work " commentary on past and current productions based on interviews with leading directors, actors, and designers " photographs of key RSC productions " an overview of Shakespeare’s theatrical career and chronology of his plays Ideal for students, theater professionals, and general readers, these modern and accessible editions from the Royal Shakespeare Company set a new standard in Shakespearean literature for the twenty-first century.

William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616 Although there are many myths and mysteries surrounding William Shakespeare, a great deal is actually known about his life. He was born in Stratford-Upon-Avon, son of John Shakespeare, a prosperous merchant and local politician and Mary Arden, who had the wealth to send their oldest son to Stratford Grammar School. At 18, Shakespeare married Anne Hathaway, the 27-year-old daughter of a local farmer, and they had their first daughter six months later. He probably developed an interest in theatre by watching plays performed by traveling players in Stratford while still in his youth. Some time before 1592, he left his family to take up residence in London, where he began acting and writing plays and poetry. By 1594 Shakespeare had become a member and part owner of an acting company called The Lord Chamberlain's Men, where he soon became the company's principal playwright. His plays enjoyed great popularity and high critical acclaim in the newly built Globe Theatre. It was through his popularity that the troupe gained the attention of the new king, James I, who appointed them the King's Players in 1603. Before retiring to Stratford in 1613, after the Globe burned down, he wrote more than three dozen plays (that we are sure of) and more than 150 sonnets. He was celebrated by Ben Jonson, one of the leading playwrights of the day, as a writer who would be "not for an age, but for all time," a prediction that has proved to be true. Today, Shakespeare towers over all other English writers and has few rivals in any language. His genius and creativity continue to astound scholars, and his plays continue to delight audiences. Many have served as the basis for operas, ballets, musical compositions, and films. While Jonson and other writers labored over their plays, Shakespeare seems to have had the ability to turn out work of exceptionally high caliber at an amazing speed. At the height of his career, he wrote an average of two plays a year as well as dozens of poems, songs, and possibly even verses for tombstones and heraldic shields, all while he continued to act in the plays performed by the Lord Chamberlain's Men. This staggering output is even more impressive when one considers its variety. Except for the English history plays, he never wrote the same kind of play twice. He seems to have had a good deal of fun in trying his hand at every kind of play. Shakespeare wrote 154 sonnets, all published on 1609, most of which were dedicated to his patron Henry Wriothsley, The Earl of Southhampton. He also wrote 13 comedies, 13 histories, 6 tragedies, and 4 tragecomedies. He died at Stratford-upon-Avon April 23, 1616, and was buried two days later on the grounds of Holy Trinity Church in Stratford. His cause of death was unknown, but it is surmised that he knew he was dying.

Jonathan Bate was born June 26, 1958. He is a British biographer, broadcaster, and leading Shakespeare scholar. He studied at Sevenoaks School, the University of Cambridge, and Harvard University. At Cambridge, he was a Fellow of Trinity Hall. While studying at Harvard, he held a Harness Fellowship. Bate is a professor of Shakespeare and Renaissance Literature at the University of Warwick. He was previously King Alfred Professor of English Literature at the University of Liverpool. He has also lectured at various universities in the United States. Bate is a Fellow of the British Academy and the Royal Society of Literature. Bate lives near Stratford-upon-Avon and is married to author and biography, Paula Byrne. They have three children.

Act 1 Scene 1 running scene 1 Enter young Bertram, [the] Count of Rossillion, his mother [the Countess], and Helena, Lord Lafew, all in black COUNTESS In delivering my son from me, I bury a second husband.
BERTRAM And I in going, madam, weep o'er my father's death anew; but I must attend his majesty's command, to whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection.
LAFEW You shall find of the king a husband, madam, you, sir, a father. He that so generally is at all times good must of necessity hold his virtue to you, whose worthiness would stir it up where it wanted rather than lack it where there is such abundance.
COUNTESS What hope is there of his majesty's amendment? LAFEW He hath abandoned his physicians, madam, under whose practices he hath persecuted time with hope, and finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing of hope by time.
COUNTESS This young gentlewoman had a father - O, that 'had'! How sad a passage 'tis! - whose skill was almost as great as his honesty, had it stretched so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for lack of work. Would for the king's sake he were living! I think it would be the death of the king's disease.
LAFEW How called you the man you speak of, madam? COUNTESS He was famous, sir, in his profession, and it was his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon.
LAFEW He was excellent indeed, madam. The king very lately spoke of him admiringly and mourningly: he was skilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge could be set up against mortality.
BERTRAM What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of? LAFEW A fistula, my lord.
BERTRAM I heard not of it before.
LAFEW I would it were not notorious. Was this gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon? COUNTESS His sole child, my lord, and bequeathed to my overlooking. I have those hopes of her good that her education promises her dispositions she inherits, which makes fair gifts fairer. For where an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there commendations go with pity, they are virtues and traitors too. In her they are the better for their simpleness; she derives her honesty and achieves her goodness.
LAFEW Your commendations, madam, get from her tears.
COUNTESS 'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in. The remembrance of her father never approaches her heart but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek. No more of this, Helena. Go to, no more, lest it be rather thought you affect a sorrow than to have.
HELEN I do affect a sorrow indeed, but I have it too.
LAFEW Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.
COUNTESS If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess makes it soon mortal.
BERTRAM Madam, I desire your holy wishes.
LAFEW How understand we that? COUNTESS Be thou blest, Bertram, and succeed thy father In manners as in shape. Thy blood and virtue Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness Share with thy birthright. Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none. Be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use, and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key. Be checked for silence, But never taxed for speech. What heaven more will, That thee may furnish and my prayers pluck down, Fall on thy head! Farewell.- My lord, To Lafew 'Tis an unseasoned courtier. Good my lord, Advise him.
LAFEW He cannot want the best That shall attend his love.
COUNTESS Heaven bless him.- Farewell, Bertram. [Exit] BERTRAM The best wishes that can be forged in your To Helen thoughts be servants to you! Be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her.
LAFEW Farewell, pretty lady. You must hold the credit of your father. [Exeunt Bertram and Lafew] HELEN O, were that all! I think not on my father, And these great tears grace his remembrance more Than those I shed for him. What was he like? I have forgot him. My imagination Carries no favour in't but Bertram's.
I am undone. There is no living, none, If Bertram be away. 'Twere all one That I should love a bright particular star And think to wed it, he is so above me.
In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere; Th'ambition in my love thus plagues itself: The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague, To see him every hour, to sit and draw His arch�d brows, his hawking eye, his curls In our heart's table - heart too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favour: But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relics. Who comes here? Enter Parolles One that goes with him: I love him for his sake, Aside And yet I know him a notorious liar, Think him a great way fool, solely a coward.
Yet these fixed evils sit so fit in him That they take place when virtue's steely bones Looks bleak i'th'cold wind. Withal, full oft we see Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
PAROLLES Save you, fair queen! HELEN And you, monarch! PAROLLES No.
HELEN And no.
PAROLLES Are you meditating on virginity? HELEN Ay. You have some stain of soldier in you. Let me ask you a question. Man is enemy to virginity: how may we barricado it against him? PAROLLES Keep him out.
HELEN But he assails, and our virginity, though valiant, in the defence yet is weak. Unfold to us some warlike resistance.
PAROLLES There is none. Man setting down before you will undermine you and blow you up.
HELEN Bless our poor virginity from underminers and blowers up! Is there no military policy how virgins might blow up men? PAROLLES Virginity being blown down, man will quicklier be blown up. Marry, in blowing him down again, with the breach yourselves made, you lose your city. It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is mettle to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost may be ten times found. By being ever kept, it is ever lost. 'Tis too cold a companion. Away with't! HELEN I will stand for't a little, though therefore I die a virgin.
PAROLLES There's little can be said in't, 'tis against the rule of nature. To speak on the part of virginity is to accuse your mothers, which is most infallible disobedience. He that hangs himself is a virgin: virginity murders itself and should be buried in highways out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese, consumes itself to the very paring, and so dies with feeding his own stomach. Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the most inhibited sin in the canon. Keep it not, you cannot choose but lose by't. Out with't! Within ten year it will make itself two, which is a goodly increase, and the principal itself not much the worse. Away with't! HELEN How might one do, sir, to lose it to her own liking? PAROLLES Let me see. Marry, ill, to like him that ne'er it likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss with lying: the longer kept, the less worth. Off with't while 'tis vendible. Answer the time of request. Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out of fashion: richly suited but unsuitable, just like the brooch and the toothpick, which wear not now. Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in your cheek. And your virginity, your old virginity, is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats dryly. Marry, 'tis a withered pear: it was formerly better: marry, yet 'tis a withered pear. Will you anything with it? HELEN Not my virginity yet - There shall your master have a thousand loves, A mother and a mistress and a friend, A phoenix, captain and an enemy, A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign, A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear.
His humble ambition, proud humility, His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet, His faith, his sweet disaster. With a world Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he - I know not what he shall. God send him well! The court's a learning place, and he is one- PAROLLES What one, i'faith? HELEN That I wish well. 'Tis pity- PAROLLES What's pity? HELEN That wishing well had not a body in't, Which might be felt, that we, the poorer born, Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes, Might with effects of them follow our friends, And show what we alone must think, which never Returns us thanks.
Enter Page PAGE Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you. [Exit] PAROLLES Little Helen, farewell. If I can remember thee, I will think of thee at court.
HELEN Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitable star.
PAROLLES Under Mars, ay.
HELEN I especially think, under Mars.
PAROLLES Why under Mars? HELEN The wars hath so kept you under that you must needs be born under Mars.
PAROLLES When he was predominant.
HELEN When he was retrograde, I think rather.
PAROLLES Why think you so? HELEN You go so much backward when you fight.
PAROLLES That's for advantage.
HELEN So is running away, when fear proposes the safety. But the composition that your valour and fear makes in you is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the wear well.
PAROLLES I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer thee acutely. I will return perfect courtier in the which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize thee, so thou wilt be capable of a courtier's counsel and understand what advice shall thrust upon thee. Else thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes thee away. Farewell. When thou hast leisure, say thy prayers. When thou hast none, remember thy friends. Get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee. So, farewell. [Exit] HELEN Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven. The fated sky Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.
What power is it which mounts my love so high, That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye? The mightiest space in fortune nature brings To join like likes and kiss like native things.
Impossible be strange attempts to those That weigh their pains in sense and do suppose What hath been cannot be. Who ever strove To show her merit that did miss her love? The king's disease - my project may deceive me, But my intents are fixed and will not leave me.
Exit [Act 1 Scene 2] running scene 2 Flourish cornets. Enter the King of France, with letters, and divers Attendants KING The Florentines and Senoys are by th'ears, Have fought with equal fortune and continue A braving war.
FIRST LORD So 'tis reported, sir.
KING Nay, 'tis most credible. We here receive it A certainty, vouched from our cousin Austria, With caution that the Florentine will move us For speedy aid, wherein our dearest friend Prejudicates the business and would seem To have us make denial.
FIRST LORD His love and wisdom, Approved so to your majesty, may plead For amplest credence.
KING He hath armed our answer, And Florence is denied before he comes: Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see The Tuscan service, freely have they leave To stand on either part.
SECOND LORD It well may serve A nursery to our gentry, who are sick For breathing and exploit.
KING What's he comes here? Enter Bertram, Lafew and Parolles FIRST LORD It is the Count Rossillion, my good lord, Young Bertram.
KING Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face. To Bertram Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, Hath well composed thee. Thy father's moral parts Mayst thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.
BERTRAM My thanks and duty are your majesty's.
KING I would I had that corporal soundness now, As when thy father and myself in friendship First tried our soldiership. He did look far Into the service of the time and was Discipled of the bravest. He lasted long, But on us both did haggish age steal on And wore us out of act. It much repairs me To talk of your good father; in his youth He had the wit which I can well observe Today in our young lords. But they may jest Till their own scorn return to them unnoted Ere they can hide their levity in honour.
So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were, His equal had awaked them, and his honour, Clock to itself, knew the true minute when Exception bid him speak, and at this time His tongue obeyed his hand. Who were below him He used as creatures of another place And bowed his eminent top to their low ranks, Making them proud of his humility, In their poor praise he humbled. Such a man Might be a copy to these younger times; Which, followed well, would demonstrate them now But goers backward.
BERTRAM His good remembrance, sir, Lies richer in your thoughts than on his tomb, So in approof lives not his epitaph As in your royal speech.
KING Would I were with him! He would always say - Methinks I hear him now. His plausive words He scattered not in ears, but grafted them, To grow there and to bear - 'Let me not live' - This his good melancholy oft began On the catastrophe and heel of pastime, When it was out - 'Let me not live,' quoth he, 'After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses All but new things disdain; whose judgements are Mere fathers of their garments, whose constancies Expire before their fashions.' This he wished.
I, after him, do after him wish too, Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home, I quickly were dissolv�d from my hive To give some labourers room.
SECOND LORD You're loved, sir.
They that least lend it you shall lack you first.
KING I fill a place, I know't. How long is't, count, Since the physician at your father's died? He was much famed.
BERTRAM Some six months since, my lord.
KING If he were living, I would try him yet.
Lend me an arm: the rest have worn me out With several applications. Nature and sickness Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count.
My son's no dearer.
BERTRAM Thank your majesty. Exeunt. Flourish

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