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All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 3] |
Steward |
421 |
Madam, I was very late more near her than I think
she wished me: alone she was, and did communicate
to herself her own words to her own ears; she
thought, I dare vow for her, they touched not any
stranger sense. Her matter was, she loved your son:
Fortune, she said, was no goddess, that had put
such difference betwixt their two estates; Love no
god, that would not extend his might, only where
qualities were level; Dian no queen of virgins, that
would suffer her poor knight surprised, without
rescue in the first assault or ransom afterward.
This she delivered in the most bitter touch of
sorrow that e'er I heard virgin exclaim in: which I
held my duty speedily to acquaint you withal;
sithence, in the loss that may happen, it concerns
you something to know it.
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2 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 3] |
Countess |
458 |
Nay, a mother:
Why not a mother? When I said 'a mother,'
Methought you saw a serpent: what's in 'mother,'
That you start at it? I say, I am your mother;
And put you in the catalogue of those
That were enwombed mine: 'tis often seen
Adoption strives with nature and choice breeds
A native slip to us from foreign seeds:
You ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan,
Yet I express to you a mother's care:
God's mercy, maiden! does it curd thy blood
To say I am thy mother? What's the matter,
That this distemper'd messenger of wet,
The many-colour'd Iris, rounds thine eye?
Why? that you are my daughter?
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3 |
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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4 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 2] |
Countess |
829 |
To the court! why, what place make you special,
when you put off that with such contempt? But to the court!
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5 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 2] |
Clown |
831 |
Truly, madam, if God have lent a man any manners, he
may easily put it off at court: he that cannot make
a leg, put off's cap, kiss his hand and say nothing,
has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and indeed
such a fellow, to say precisely, were not for the
court; but for me, I have an answer will serve all
men.
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6 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 2] |
Clown |
869 |
O Lord, sir! Nay, put me to't, I warrant you.
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7 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 3] |
Bertram |
1553 |
This very day,
Great Mars, I put myself into thy file:
Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall prove
A lover of thy drum, hater of love.
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8 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 6] |
Second Lord |
1729 |
Nay, good my lord, put him to't; let him have his
way.
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9 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 6] |
Parolles |
1800 |
I'll about it this evening: and I will presently
pen down my dilemmas, encourage myself in my
certainty, put myself into my mortal preparation;
and by midnight look to hear further from me.
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10 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 7] |
Widow |
1850 |
Though my estate be fallen, I was well born,
Nothing acquainted with these businesses;
And would not put my reputation now
In any staining act.
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11 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 1] |
Parolles |
1936 |
What the devil should move me to undertake the
recovery of this drum, being not ignorant of the
impossibility, and knowing I had no such purpose? I
must give myself some hurts, and say I got them in
exploit: yet slight ones will not carry it; they
will say, 'Came you off with so little?' and great
ones I dare not give. Wherefore, what's the
instance? Tongue, I must put you into a
butter-woman's mouth and buy myself another of
Bajazet's mule, if you prattle me into these perils.
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12 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 2] |
Diana |
2067 |
When midnight comes, knock at my chamber-window:
I'll order take my mother shall not hear.
Now will I charge you in the band of truth,
When you have conquer'd my yet maiden bed,
Remain there but an hour, nor speak to me:
My reasons are most strong; and you shall know them
When back again this ring shall be deliver'd:
And on your finger in the night I'll put
Another ring, that what in time proceeds
May token to the future our past deeds.
Adieu, till then; then, fail not. You have won
A wife of me, though there my hope be done.
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13 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 3] |
Parolles |
2295 |
That is not the duke's letter, sir; that is an
advertisement to a proper maid in Florence, one
Diana, to take heed of the allurement of one Count
Rousillon, a foolish idle boy, but for all that very
ruttish: I pray you, sir, put it up again.
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14 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 5] |
Clown |
2516 |
If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they shall be
jades' tricks; which are their own right by the law of nature.
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15 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 1] |
Helena |
2578 |
I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen
From the report that goes upon your goodness;
An therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions,
Which lay nice manners by, I put you to
The use of your own virtues, for the which
I shall continue thankful.
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16 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 2] |
Lafeu |
2661 |
Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me at once
both the office of God and the devil? One brings
thee in grace and the other brings thee out.
[Trumpets sound]
The king's coming; I know by his trumpets. Sirrah,
inquire further after me; I had talk of you last
night: though you are a fool and a knave, you shall
eat; go to, follow.
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17 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 3] |
King of France |
2791 |
Plutus himself,
That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine,
Hath not in nature's mystery more science
Than I have in this ring: 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's,
Whoever gave it you. Then, if you know
That you are well acquainted with yourself,
Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement
You got it from her: she call'd the saints to surety
That she would never put it from her finger,
Unless she gave it to yourself in bed,
Where you have never come, or sent it us
Upon her great disaster.
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18 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 3] |
Diana |
3001 |
I'll put in bail, my liege.
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19 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Antony |
883 |
So is the fame.
Would we had spoke together! Haste we for it:
Yet, ere we put ourselves in arms, dispatch we
The business we have talk'd of.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1071 |
That time,—O times!—
I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night
I laugh'd him into patience; and next morn,
Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed;
Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst
I wore his sword Philippan.
[Enter a Messenger]
O, from Italy
Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears,
That long time have been barren.
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