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All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 1] |
Countess |
36 |
His sole child, my lord, and bequeathed to my
overlooking. I have those hopes of her good that
her education promises; her dispositions she
inherits, which makes fair gifts fairer; for where
an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there
commendations go with pity; they are virtues and
traitors too; in her they are the better for their
simpleness; she derives her honesty and achieves her goodness.
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2 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 1] |
Countess |
45 |
'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise
in. The remembrance of her father never approaches
her heart but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all
livelihood from her cheek. No more of this, Helena;
go to, no more; lest it be rather thought you affect
a sorrow than have it.
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3 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 1] |
Helena |
202 |
You go so much backward when you fight.
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4 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 3] |
Clown |
337 |
No, madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor, though
many of the rich are damned: but, if I may have
your ladyship's good will to go to the world, Isbel
the woman and I will do as we may.
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5 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 3] |
Clown |
349 |
My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on
by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.
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6 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 3] |
Countess |
513 |
Go not about; my love hath in't a bond,
Whereof the world takes note: come, come, disclose
The state of your affection; for your passions
Have to the full appeach'd.
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7 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 3] |
Countess |
544 |
Had you not lately an intent,—speak truly,—
To go to Paris?
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8 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
King of France |
940 |
Go, call before me all the lords in court.
Sit, my preserver, by thy patient's side;
And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd sense
Thou hast repeal'd, a second time receive
The confirmation of my promised gift,
Which but attends thy naming.
[Enter three or four Lords]
Fair maid, send forth thine eye: this youthful parcel
Of noble bachelors stand at my bestowing,
O'er whom both sovereign power and father's voice
I have to use: thy frank election make;
Thou hast power to choose, and they none to forsake.
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9 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
King of France |
1018 |
'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the which
I can build up. Strange is it that our bloods,
Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together,
Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off
In differences so mighty. If she be
All that is virtuous, save what thou dislikest,
A poor physician's daughter, thou dislikest
Of virtue for the name: but do not so:
From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,
The place is dignified by the doer's deed:
Where great additions swell's, and virtue none,
It is a dropsied honour. Good alone
Is good without a name. Vileness is so:
The property by what it is should go,
Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair;
In these to nature she's immediate heir,
And these breed honour: that is honour's scorn,
Which challenges itself as honour's born
And is not like the sire: honours thrive,
When rather from our acts we them derive
Than our foregoers: the mere word's a slave
Debosh'd on every tomb, on every grave
A lying trophy, and as oft is dumb
Where dust and damn'd oblivion is the tomb
Of honour'd bones indeed. What should be said?
If thou canst like this creature as a maid,
I can create the rest: virtue and she
Is her own dower; honour and wealth from me.
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10 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
Helena |
1048 |
That you are well restored, my lord, I'm glad:
Let the rest go.
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11 |
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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12 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
Bertram |
1196 |
Go with me to my chamber, and advise me.
I'll send her straight away: to-morrow
I'll to the wars, she to her single sorrow.
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13 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
Parolles |
1199 |
Why, these balls bound; there's noise in it. 'Tis hard:
A young man married is a man that's marr'd:
Therefore away, and leave her bravely; go:
The king has done you wrong: but, hush, 'tis so.
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14 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 4] |
Parolles |
1235 |
Go to, thou art a witty fool; I have found thee.
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15 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 4] |
Parolles |
1240 |
A good knave, i' faith, and well fed.
Madam, my lord will go away to-night;
A very serious business calls on him.
The great prerogative and rite of love,
Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknowledge;
But puts it off to a compell'd restraint;
Whose want, and whose delay, is strew'd with sweets,
Which they distil now in the curbed time,
To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy
And pleasure drown the brim.
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16 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 5] |
Bertram |
1345 |
Let that go:
My haste is very great: farewell; hie home.
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17 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 5] |
Bertram |
1360 |
Where are my other men, monsieur? Farewell.
[Exit HELENA]
Go thou toward home; where I will never come
Whilst I can shake my sword or hear the drum.
Away, and for our flight.
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18 |
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!
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19 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 5] |
Mariana |
1622 |
I know that knave; hang him! one Parolles: a
filthy officer he is in those suggestions for the
young earl. Beware of them, Diana; their promises,
enticements, oaths, tokens, and all these engines of
lust, are not the things they go under: many a maid
hath been seduced by them; and the misery is,
example, that so terrible shows in the wreck of
maidenhood, cannot for all that dissuade succession,
but that they are limed with the twigs that threaten
them. I hope I need not to advise you further; but
I hope your own grace will keep you where you are,
though there were no further danger known but the
modesty which is so lost.
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20 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 6] |
First Lord |
1772 |
A pox on't, let it go; 'tis but a drum.
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