Open Source Shakespeare

Speeches (Lines) for Gentleman
in "All's Well That Ends Well"

Total: 9

# Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text

1

V,1,2575

Helena. But this exceeding posting day and night
Must wear your spirits low; we cannot help it:
But since you have made the days and nights as one,
To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs,
Be bold you do so grow in my requital
As nothing can unroot you. In happy time;
[Enter a Gentleman]
This man may help me to his majesty's ear,
If he would spend his power. God save you, sir.

Gentleman. And you.


2

V,1,2577

Helena. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France.

Gentleman. I have been sometimes there.


3

V,1,2584

Helena. 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.

Gentleman. What's your will?


4

V,1,2589

Helena. That it will please you
To give this poor petition to the king,
And aid me with that store of power you have
To come into his presence.

Gentleman. The king's not here.


5

V,1,2591

Helena. Not here, sir!

Gentleman. Not, indeed:
He hence removed last night and with more haste
Than is his use.


6

V,1,2598

Helena. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL yet,
Though time seem so adverse and means unfit.
I do beseech you, whither is he gone?

Gentleman. Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon;
Whither I am going.


7

V,1,2607

Helena. I do beseech you, sir,
Since you are like to see the king before me,
Commend the paper to his gracious hand,
Which I presume shall render you no blame
But rather make you thank your pains for it.
I will come after you with what good speed
Our means will make us means.

Gentleman. This I'll do for you.


8

V,3,2704

King of France. Praising what is lost
Makes the remembrance dear. Well, call him hither;
We are reconciled, and the first view shall kill
All repetition: let him not ask our pardon;
The nature of his great offence is dead,
And deeper than oblivion we do bury
The incensing relics of it: let him approach,
A stranger, no offender; and inform him
So 'tis our will he should.

Gentleman. I shall, my liege.


9

V,3,2824

(stage directions). [Enter a Gentleman]

Gentleman. Gracious sovereign,
Whether I have been to blame or no, I know not:
Here's a petition from a Florentine,
Who hath for four or five removes come short
To tender it herself. I undertook it,
Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech
Of the poor suppliant, who by this I know
Is here attending: her business looks in her
With an importing visage; and she told me,
In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern
Your highness with herself.