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Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head...

      — As You Like It, Act II Scene 1

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1

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

King of France

723

We thank you, maiden;
But may not be so credulous of cure,
When our most learned doctors leave us and
The congregated college have concluded
That labouring art can never ransom nature
From her inaidible estate; I say we must not
So stain our judgment, or corrupt our hope,
To prostitute our past-cure malady
To empirics, or to dissever so
Our great self and our credit, to esteem
A senseless help when help past sense we deem.

2

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

King of France

738

I cannot give thee less, to be call'd grateful:
Thou thought'st to help me; and such thanks I give
As one near death to those that wish him live:
But what at full I know, thou know'st no part,
I knowing all my peril, thou no art.

3

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

Helena

757

Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd:
It is not so with Him that all things knows
As 'tis with us that square our guess by shows;
But most it is presumption in us when
The help of heaven we count the act of men.
Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent;
Of heaven, not me, make an experiment.
I am not an impostor that proclaim
Myself against the level of mine aim;
But know I think and think I know most sure
My art is not past power nor you past cure.

4

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

Lafeu

1104

I did think thee, for two ordinaries, to be a pretty
wise fellow; thou didst make tolerable vent of thy
travel; it might pass: yet the scarfs and the
bannerets about thee did manifoldly dissuade me from
believing thee a vessel of too great a burthen. I
have now found thee; when I lose thee again, I care
not: yet art thou good for nothing but taking up; and
that thou't scarce worth.

5

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

Lafeu

1119

Ay, with all my heart; and thou art worthy of it.

6

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

Lafeu

1150

The devil it is that's thy master. Why dost thou
garter up thy arms o' this fashion? dost make hose of
sleeves? do other servants so? Thou wert best set
thy lower part where thy nose stands. By mine
honour, if I were but two hours younger, I'ld beat
thee: methinks, thou art a general offence, and
every man should beat thee: I think thou wast
created for men to breathe themselves upon thee.

7

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

Parolles

1195

Will this capriccio hold in thee? art sure?

8

All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 4]

Parolles

1235

Go to, thou art a witty fool; I have found thee.

9

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

Countess

1466

I prithee, lady, have a better cheer;
If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
Thou robb'st me of a moiety: he was my son;
But I do wash his name out of my blood,
And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he?

10

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.

11

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

Second Lord

1911

Art not acquainted with him? knows he not thy voice?

12

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

First Soldier

1981

The general is content to spare thee yet;
And, hoodwink'd as thou art, will lead thee on
To gather from thee: haply thou mayst inform
Something to save thy life.

13

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

First Soldier

1991

Acordo linta.
Come on; thou art granted space.

14

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

Bertram

2041

Change it, change it;
Be not so holy-cruel: love is holy;
And my integrity ne'er knew the crafts
That you do charge men with. Stand no more off,
But give thyself unto my sick desires,
Who then recover: say thou art mine, and ever
My love as it begins shall so persever.

15

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

Lafeu

2489

I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knave and fool.

16

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

King of France

2804

Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine honour;
And makest conjectural fears to come into me
Which I would fain shut out. If it should prove
That thou art so inhuman,—'twill not prove so;—
And yet I know not: thou didst hate her deadly,
And she is dead; which nothing, but to close
Her eyes myself, could win me to believe,
More than to see this ring. Take him away.
[Guards seize BERTRAM]
My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall,
Shall tax my fears of little vanity,
Having vainly fear'd too little. Away with him!
We'll sift this matter further.

17

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

King of France

2961

As thou art a knave, and no knave. What an
equivocal companion is this!

18

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

King of France

2977

Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou canst say
they are married: but thou art too fine in thy
evidence; therefore stand aside.
This ring, you say, was yours?

19

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3]

Cleopatra

336

Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going,
But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying,
Then was the time for words: no going then;
Eternity was in our lips and eyes,
Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor,
But was a race of heaven: they are so still,
Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
Art turn'd the greatest liar.

20

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5]

Cleopatra

562

How much unlike art thou Mark Antony!
Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath
With his tinct gilded thee.
How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?

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