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1

All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 1]

Helena

218

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
So show her merit, that did miss her love?
The king's disease—my project may deceive me,
But my intents are fix'd and will not leave me.

2

All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 2]

King of France

235

The Florentines and Senoys are by the ears;
Have fought with equal fortune and continue
A braving war.

3

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.

4

All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3]

Helena

988

Be not afraid that I your hand should take;
I'll never do you wrong for your own sake:
Blessing upon your vows! and in your bed
Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed!

5

All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3]

King of France

1080

Good fortune and the favour of the king
Smile upon this contract; whose ceremony
Shall seem expedient on the now-born brief,
And be perform'd to-night: the solemn feast
Shall more attend upon the coming space,
Expecting absent friends. As thou lovest her,
Thy love's to me religious; else, does err.

6

All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 5]

Helena

1341

And ever shall
With true observance seek to eke out that
Wherein toward me my homely stars have fail'd
To equal my great fortune.

7

All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 3]

Duke of Florence

1543

The general of our horse thou art; and we,
Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence
Upon thy promising fortune.

8

All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 3]

Duke of Florence

1550

Then go thou forth;
And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm,
As thy auspicious mistress!

9

All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 7]

Widow

1860

I should believe you:
For you have show'd me that which well approves
You're great in fortune.

10

All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 2]

Parolles

2642

My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly
scratched.

11

All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 2]

Lafeu

2644

And what would you have me to do? 'Tis too late to
pare her nails now. Wherein have you played the
knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, who
of herself is a good lady and would not have knaves
thrive long under her? There's a quart d'ecu for
you: let the justices make you and fortune friends:
I am for other business.

12

All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 3]

Bertram

2781

You are deceived, my lord; she never saw it:
In Florence was it from a casement thrown me,
Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name
Of her that threw it: noble she was, and thought
I stood engaged: but when I had subscribed
To mine own fortune and inform'd her fully
I could not answer in that course of honour
As she had made the overture, she ceased
In heavy satisfaction and would never
Receive the ring again.