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All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 1] |
Parolles |
137 |
There's little can be said in 't; 'tis against the
rule of nature. To speak on the part of virginity,
is to accuse your mothers; which is most infallible
disobedience. He that hangs himself is a virgin:
virginity murders itself and should be buried in
highways out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate
offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites,
much like a cheese; consumes itself to the very
paring, and so dies with feeding his own stomach.
Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of
self-love, which is the most inhibited sin in the
canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose but loose
by't: out with 't! within ten year it will make
itself ten, which is a goodly increase; and the
principal itself not much the worse: away with 't!
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2 |
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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3 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 3] |
Countess |
458 |
Nay, a mother:
Why not a mother? When I said 'a mother,'
Methought you saw a serpent: what's in 'mother,'
That you start at it? I say, I am your mother;
And put you in the catalogue of those
That were enwombed mine: 'tis often seen
Adoption strives with nature and choice breeds
A native slip to us from foreign seeds:
You ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan,
Yet I express to you a mother's care:
God's mercy, maiden! does it curd thy blood
To say I am thy mother? What's the matter,
That this distemper'd messenger of wet,
The many-colour'd Iris, rounds thine eye?
Why? that you are my daughter?
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4 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
Parolles |
911 |
Just, you say well; so would I have said.
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5 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
Parolles |
916 |
That's it; I would have said the very same.
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6 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
Parolles |
932 |
I would have said it; you say well. Here comes the king.
[Enter KING, HELENA, and Attendants. LAFEU and]
PAROLLES retire]
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7 |
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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All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 4] |
Clown |
1232 |
You should have said, sir, before a knave thou'rt a
knave; that's, before me thou'rt a knave: this had
been truth, sir.
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9 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 3] |
Parolles |
2236 |
Five or six thousand horse, I said,— I will say
true,—or thereabouts, set down, for I'll speak truth.
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10 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 3] |
King of France |
2904 |
Methought you said
You saw one here in court could witness it.
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All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 3] |
Parolles |
2968 |
Yes, so please your majesty. I did go between them,
as I said; but more than that, he loved her: for
indeed he was mad for her, and talked of Satan and
of Limbo and of Furies and I know not what: yet I
was in that credit with them at that time that I
knew of their going to bed, and of other motions,
as promising her marriage, and things which would
derive me ill will to speak of; therefore I will not
speak what I know.
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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Soothsayer |
132 |
I have said.
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13 |
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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14 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1107 |
Well said.
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15 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Domitius Enobarus |
1309 |
Sir,
I never loved you much; but I ha' praised ye,
When you have well deserved ten times as much
As I have said you did.
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16 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Menas |
1342 |
You've said, sir. We looked not for Mark Antony
here: pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?
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Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Domitius Enobarus |
1359 |
Not he that himself is not so; which is Mark Antony.
He will to his Egyptian dish again: then shall the
sighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Caesar; and, as
I said before, that which is the strength of their
amity shall prove the immediate author of their
variance. Antony will use his affection where it is:
he married but his occasion here.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 2] |
Octavius |
1634 |
I have said.
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19 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 7] |
Domitius Enobarus |
1948 |
Your presence needs must puzzle Antony;
Take from his heart, take from his brain,
from's time,
What should not then be spared. He is already
Traduced for levity; and 'tis said in Rome
That Photinus an eunuch and your maids
Manage this war.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 2] |
Antony |
2527 |
Well said; come on.
Call forth my household servants: let's to-night
Be bounteous at our meal.
[Enter three or four Servitors]
Give me thy hand,
Thou hast been rightly honest;—so hast thou;—
Thou,—and thou,—and thou:—you have served me well,
And kings have been your fellows.
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