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All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 3] |
Helena |
573 |
There's something in't,
More than my father's skill, which was the greatest
Of his profession, that his good receipt
Shall for my legacy be sanctified
By the luckiest stars in heaven: and, would your honour
But give me leave to try success, I'ld venture
The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure
By such a day and hour.
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2 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 1] |
Lafeu |
693 |
Nay, I'll fit you,
And not be all day neither.
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3 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 1] |
First Lord |
1388 |
But I am sure the younger of our nature,
That surfeit on their ease, will day by day
Come here for physic.
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4 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 2] |
Helena |
1509 |
'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.'
Nothing in France, until he has no wife!
Thou shalt have none, Rousillon, none in France;
Then hast thou all again. Poor lord! is't I
That chase thee from thy country and expose
Those tender limbs of thine to the event
Of the none-sparing war? and is it I
That drive thee from the sportive court, where thou
Wast shot at with fair eyes, to be the mark
Of smoky muskets? O you leaden messengers,
That ride upon the violent speed of fire,
Fly with false aim; move the still-peering air,
That sings with piercing; do not touch my lord.
Whoever shoots at him, I set him there;
Whoever charges on his forward breast,
I am the caitiff that do hold him to't;
And, though I kill him not, I am the cause
His death was so effected: better 'twere
I met the ravin lion when he roar'd
With sharp constraint of hunger; better 'twere
That all the miseries which nature owes
Were mine at once. No, come thou home, Rousillon,
Whence honour but of danger wins a scar,
As oft it loses all: I will be gone;
My being here it is that holds thee hence:
Shall I stay here to do't? no, no, although
The air of paradise did fan the house
And angels officed all: I will be gone,
That pitiful rumour may report my flight,
To consolate thine ear. Come, night; end, day!
For with the dark, poor thief, I'll steal away.
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5 |
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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6 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 3] |
Parolles |
2283 |
The duke knows him for no other but a poor officer
of mine; and writ to me this other day to turn him
out o' the band: I think I have his letter in my pocket.
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7 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 1] |
Helena |
2566 |
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.
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8 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 3] |
King of France |
2711 |
I am not a day of season,
For thou mayst see a sunshine and a hail
In me at once: but to the brightest beams
Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth;
The time is fair again.
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9 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 3] |
King of France |
3059 |
The king's a beggar, now the play is done:
All is well ended, if this suit be won,
That you express content; which we will pay,
With strife to please you, day exceeding day:
Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts;
Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts.
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Cleopatra |
593 |
Who's born that day
When I forget to send to Antony,
Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian.
Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I, Charmian,
Ever love Caesar so?
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11 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Cleopatra |
607 |
My salad days,
When I was green in judgment: cold in blood,
To say as I said then! But, come, away;
Get me ink and paper:
He shall have every day a several greeting,
Or I'll unpeople Egypt.
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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Antony |
776 |
Sir,
He fell upon me ere admitted: then
Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want
Of what I was i' the morning: but next day
I told him of myself; which was as much
As to have ask'd him pardon. Let this fellow
Be nothing of our strife; if we contend,
Out of our question wipe him.
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13 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
902 |
Ay, sir; we did sleep day out of countenance, and
made the night light with drinking.
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14 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Menas |
1339 |
For my part, I am sorry it is turned to a drinking.
Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune.
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15 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 6] |
Octavius |
1834 |
I' the common show-place, where they exercise.
His sons he there proclaim'd the kings of kings:
Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia.
He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd
Syria, Cilicia, and Phoenicia: she
In the habiliments of the goddess Isis
That day appear'd; and oft before gave audience,
As 'tis reported, so.
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16 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 3] |
First Soldier |
2578 |
Brother, good night: to-morrow is the day.
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17 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 5] |
Soldier |
2676 |
The gods make this a happy day to Antony!
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18 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 6] |
Octavius |
2709 |
The time of universal peace is near:
Prove this a prosperous day, the three-nook'd world
Shall bear the olive freely.
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19 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 8] |
Antony |
2782 |
We have beat him to his camp: run one before,
And let the queen know of our gests. To-morrow,
Before the sun shall see 's, we'll spill the blood
That has to-day escaped. I thank you all;
For doughty-handed are you, and have fought
Not as you served the cause, but as 't had been
Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors.
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
The honour'd gashes whole.
[To SCARUS]
Give me thy hand
[Enter CLEOPATRA, attended]
To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee.
[To CLEOPATRA]
O thou day o' the world,
Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing!
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20 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 9] |
Second Soldier |
2836 |
This last day was
A shrewd one to's.
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