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All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 1] |
Countess |
17 |
This young gentlewoman had a father,—O, that
'had'! how sad a passage 'tis!—whose skill was
almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so
far, would have made nature immortal, and death
should have play for lack of work. Would, for the
king's sake, he were living! I think it would be
the death of the king's disease.
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2 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 1] |
Helena |
80 |
O, were that all! I think not on my father;
And these great tears grace his remembrance more
Than those I shed for him. What was he like?
I have forgot him: my imagination
Carries no favour in't but Bertram's.
I am undone: there is no living, none,
If Bertram be away. 'Twere all one
That I should love a bright particular star
And think to wed it, he is so above me:
In his bright radiance and collateral light
Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
The ambition in my love thus plagues itself:
The hind that would be mated by the lion
Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though plague,
To see him every hour; to sit and draw
His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,
In our heart's table; heart too capable
Of every line and trick of his sweet favour:
But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy
Must sanctify his reliques. Who comes here?
[Enter PAROLLES]
[Aside]
One that goes with him: I love him for his sake;
And yet I know him a notorious liar,
Think him a great way fool, solely a coward;
Yet these fixed evils sit so fit in him,
That they take place, when virtue's steely bones
Look bleak i' the cold wind: withal, full oft we see
Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
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3 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 1] |
Helena |
182 |
That wishing well had not a body in't,
Which might be felt; that we, the poorer born,
Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes,
Might with effects of them follow our friends,
And show what we alone must think, which never
Return us thanks.
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4 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 1] |
Parolles |
191 |
Little Helen, farewell; if I can remember thee, I
will think of thee at court.
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5 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 1] |
Helena |
195 |
I especially think, under Mars.
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6 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 1] |
Helena |
200 |
When he was retrograde, I think, rather.
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7 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 1] |
Parolles |
201 |
Why think you so?
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8 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 3] |
Clown |
344 |
In Isbel's case and mine own. Service is no
heritage: and I think I shall never have the
blessing of God till I have issue o' my body; for
they say barnes are blessings.
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9 |
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.
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10 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 3] |
Helena |
561 |
My lord your son made me to think of this;
Else Paris and the medicine and the king
Had from the conversation of my thoughts
Haply been absent then.
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11 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 3] |
Countess |
565 |
But think you, Helen,
If you should tender your supposed aid,
He would receive it? he and his physicians
Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him,
They, that they cannot help: how shall they credit
A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools,
Embowell'd of their doctrine, have left off
The danger to itself?
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12 |
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.
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13 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 2] |
Countess |
868 |
I think, sir, you can eat none of this homely meat.
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14 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 2] |
Countess |
870 |
You were lately whipped, sir, as I think.
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15 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
Lafeu |
939 |
'Fore God, I think so.
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16 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
Fourth Lord |
997 |
Fair one, I think not so.
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17 |
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.
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18 |
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.
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19 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 4] |
Parolles |
1251 |
That you will take your instant leave o' the king
And make this haste as your own good proceeding,
Strengthen'd with what apology you think
May make it probable need.
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20 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 5] |
Bertram |
1313 |
I think so.
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