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All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 3] |
Clown |
362 |
You're shallow, madam, in great friends; for the
knaves come to do that for me which I am aweary of.
He that ears my land spares my team and gives me
leave to in the crop; if I be his cuckold, he's my
drudge: he that comforts my wife is the cherisher
of my flesh and blood; he that cherishes my flesh
and blood loves my flesh and blood; he that loves my
flesh and blood is my friend: ergo, he that kisses
my wife is my friend. If men could be contented to
be what they are, there were no fear in marriage;
for young Charbon the Puritan and old Poysam the
Papist, howsome'er their hearts are severed in
religion, their heads are both one; they may jowl
horns together, like any deer i' the herd.
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2 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 3] |
Steward |
384 |
May it please you, madam, that he bid Helen come to
you: of her I am to speak.
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3 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 3] |
Clown |
408 |
That man should be at woman's command, and yet no
hurt done! Though honesty be no puritan, yet it
will do no hurt; it will wear the surplice of
humility over the black gown of a big heart. I am
going, forsooth: the business is for Helen to come hither.
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4 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 3] |
Countess |
513 |
Go not about; my love hath in't a bond,
Whereof the world takes note: come, come, disclose
The state of your affection; for your passions
Have to the full appeach'd.
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5 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 1] |
King of France |
601 |
No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart
Will not confess he owes the malady
That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords;
Whether I live or die, be you the sons
Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy,—
Those bated that inherit but the fall
Of the last monarchy,—see that you come
Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when
The bravest questant shrinks, find what you seek,
That fame may cry you loud: I say, farewell.
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6 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 1] |
King of France |
617 |
Farewell. Come hither to me.
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7 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 1] |
Lafeu |
698 |
Nay, come your ways.
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8 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 1] |
Lafeu |
700 |
Nay, come your ways:
This is his majesty; say your mind to him:
A traitor you do look like; but such traitors
His majesty seldom fears: I am Cressid's uncle,
That dare leave two together; fare you well.
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9 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 1] |
Helena |
711 |
The rather will I spare my praises towards him:
Knowing him is enough. On's bed of death
Many receipts he gave me: chiefly one.
Which, as the dearest issue of his practise,
And of his old experience the oily darling,
He bade me store up, as a triple eye,
Safer than mine own two, more dear; I have so;
And hearing your high majesty is touch'd
With that malignant cause wherein the honour
Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power,
I come to tender it and my appliance
With all bound humbleness.
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10 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 2] |
Countess |
825 |
Come on, sir; I shall now put you to the height of
your breeding.
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11 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
Helena |
962 |
I am a simple maid, and therein wealthiest,
That I protest I simply am a maid.
Please it your majesty, I have done already:
The blushes in my cheeks thus whisper me,
'We blush that thou shouldst choose; but, be refused,
Let the white death sit on thy cheek for ever;
We'll ne'er come there again.'
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12 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 4] |
Helena |
1260 |
I pray you.
[Exit PAROLLES]
Come, sirrah.
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13 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 5] |
Bertram |
1340 |
Come, come, no more of that.
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14 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 5] |
Bertram |
1360 |
Where are my other men, monsieur? Farewell.
[Exit HELENA]
Go thou toward home; where I will never come
Whilst I can shake my sword or hear the drum.
Away, and for our flight.
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15 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 1] |
First Lord |
1388 |
But I am sure the younger of our nature,
That surfeit on their ease, will day by day
Come here for physic.
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16 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 2] |
Countess |
1407 |
Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.
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17 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 2] |
Countess |
1417 |
[Reads] I have sent you a daughter-in-law: she hath
recovered the king, and undone me. I have wedded
her, not bedded her; and sworn to make the 'not'
eternal. You shall hear I am run away: know it
before the report come. If there be breadth enough
in the world, I will hold a long distance. My duty
to you.. Your unfortunate son,
BERTRAM.
This is not well, rash and unbridled boy.
To fly the favours of so good a king;
To pluck his indignation on thy head
By the misprising of a maid too virtuous
For the contempt of empire.
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18 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 2] |
Clown |
1438 |
So say I, madam, if he run away, as I hear he does:
the danger is in standing to't; that's the loss of
men, though it be the getting of children. Here
they come will tell you more: for my part, I only
hear your son was run away.
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19 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 2] |
Helena |
1456 |
Look on his letter, madam; here's my passport.
[Reads]
When thou canst get the ring upon my finger which
never shall come off, and show me a child begotten
of thy body that I am father to, then call me
husband: but in such a 'then' I write a 'never.'
This is a dreadful sentence.
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20 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 2] |
Helena |
1509 |
'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.'
Nothing in France, until he has no wife!
Thou shalt have none, Rousillon, none in France;
Then hast thou all again. Poor lord! is't I
That chase thee from thy country and expose
Those tender limbs of thine to the event
Of the none-sparing war? and is it I
That drive thee from the sportive court, where thou
Wast shot at with fair eyes, to be the mark
Of smoky muskets? O you leaden messengers,
That ride upon the violent speed of fire,
Fly with false aim; move the still-peering air,
That sings with piercing; do not touch my lord.
Whoever shoots at him, I set him there;
Whoever charges on his forward breast,
I am the caitiff that do hold him to't;
And, though I kill him not, I am the cause
His death was so effected: better 'twere
I met the ravin lion when he roar'd
With sharp constraint of hunger; better 'twere
That all the miseries which nature owes
Were mine at once. No, come thou home, Rousillon,
Whence honour but of danger wins a scar,
As oft it loses all: I will be gone;
My being here it is that holds thee hence:
Shall I stay here to do't? no, no, although
The air of paradise did fan the house
And angels officed all: I will be gone,
That pitiful rumour may report my flight,
To consolate thine ear. Come, night; end, day!
For with the dark, poor thief, I'll steal away.
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