All's Well That Ends Well: Act 5

I do presume, sir, that you are not fall’n
From the report that goes upon your goodness,
And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions
Which lay nice manners by, I put you to
The use of your own virtues, for the which
I shall continue thankful.

All’s well that ends well yet,
Though time seem so adverse and means unfit.

I do beseech you, sir,
Since you are like to see the King before me,
Commend the paper to his gracious hand,
Which I presume shall render you no blame
But rather make you thank your pains for it.

I do beseech you, sir,
Since you are like to see the King before me,
Commend the paper to his gracious hand,
Which I presume shall render you no blame
But rather make you thank your pains for it.

We are reconciled, and the first view shall kill
All repetition.

The nature of his great offense is dead,
And deeper than oblivion we do bury
Th’ incensing relics of it.

The nature of his great offense is dead,
And deeper than oblivion we do bury
Th’ incensing relics of it.

My high-repented blames,
Dear sovereign, pardon to me.

At first
I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue

Be this sweet Helen’s knell, and now forget her.

Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin.

Had you that craft to reave her
Of what should stead her most?

Here’s a petition from a Florentine
Who hath for four or five removes come short
To tender it herself.

I undertook it,
Vanquished thereto by the fair grace and speech
Of the poor suppliant, who, by this, I know
Is here attending.

I undertook it,
Vanquished thereto by the fair grace and speech
Of the poor suppliant, who, by this, I know
Is here attending.

Her business looks in her
With an importing visage, and she told me,
In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern
Your Highness with herself.

Of six preceding ancestors that gem,
Conferred by testament to th’ sequent issue,
Hath it been owed and worn.

Of six preceding ancestors that gem,
Conferred by testament to th’ sequent issue,
Hath it been owed and worn.

He’s quoted for a most perfidious slave,
With all the spots o’ th’ world taxed and debauched,
Whose nature sickens but to speak a truth.

She knew her distance and did angle for me,
Madding my eagerness with her restraint,
As all impediments in fancy’s course
Are motives of more fancy; and in fine
Her infinite cunning with her modern grace
Subdued me to her rate.

You boggle shrewdly. Every feather starts you.

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

He’s a good drum, my lord, but a naughty orator.

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.

Is there no exorcist
Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes?