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All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 1] |
Parolles |
636 |
Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin. Good
sparks and lustrous, a word, good metals: you shall
find in the regiment of the Spinii one Captain
Spurio, with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, here
on his sinister cheek; it was this very sword
entrenched it: say to him, I live; and observe his
reports for me.
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2 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 1] |
King of France |
813 |
Here is my hand; the premises observed,
Thy will by my performance shall be served:
So make the choice of thy own time, for I,
Thy resolved patient, on thee still rely.
More should I question thee, and more I must,
Though more to know could not be more to trust,
From whence thou camest, how tended on: but rest
Unquestion'd welcome and undoubted blest.
Give me some help here, ho! If thou proceed
As high as word, my deed shall match thy meed.
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3 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
Lafeu |
1088 |
[Advancing] Do you hear, monsieur? a word with you.
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4 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
Lafeu |
1159 |
Go to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a
kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond and
no true traveller: you are more saucy with lords
and honourable personages than the commission of your
birth and virtue gives you heraldry. You are not
worth another word, else I'ld call you knave. I leave you.
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5 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 4] |
Countess |
1586 |
What angel shall
Bless this unworthy husband? he cannot thrive,
Unless her prayers, whom heaven delights to hear
And loves to grant, reprieve him from the wrath
Of greatest justice. Write, write, Rinaldo,
To this unworthy husband of his wife;
Let every word weigh heavy of her worth
That he does weigh too light: my greatest grief.
Though little he do feel it, set down sharply.
Dispatch the most convenient messenger:
When haply he shall hear that she is gone,
He will return; and hope I may that she,
Hearing so much, will speed her foot again,
Led hither by pure love: which of them both
Is dearest to me. I have no skill in sense
To make distinction: provide this messenger:
My heart is heavy and mine age is weak;
Grief would have tears, and sorrow bids me speak.
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6 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 7] |
Helena |
1854 |
Nor would I wish you.
First, give me trust, the count he is my husband,
And what to your sworn counsel I have spoken
Is so from word to word; and then you cannot,
By the good aid that I of you shall borrow,
Err in bestowing it.
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7 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 4] |
Helena |
2456 |
Yet, I pray you:
But with the word the time will bring on summer,
When briers shall have leaves as well as thorns,
And be as sweet as sharp. We must away;
Our wagon is prepared, and time revives us:
All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown;
Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.
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8 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 2] |
Parolles |
2651 |
I beseech your honour to hear me one single word.
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9 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 2] |
Lafeu |
2652 |
You beg a single penny more: come, you shall ha't;
save your word.
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10 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 2] |
Lafeu |
2655 |
You beg more than 'word,' then. Cox my passion!
give me your hand. How does your drum?
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11 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 3] |
King of France |
2718 |
All is whole;
Not one word more of the consumed time.
Let's take the instant by the forward top;
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time
Steals ere we can effect them. You remember
The daughter of this lord?
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