All's Well That Ends Well: Act 2

And yet my heart
Will not confess he owes the malady
That doth my life besiege.

Mars dote on you for his novices.

Worthy fellows, and like to prove most sinewy swordmen.

Pardon, my lord, for me and for my tidings.

We thank you, maiden,
But may not be so credulous of cure,
When our most learnèd doctors leave us and
The congregated college have concluded
That laboring art can never ransom nature
From her inaidible estate.

I say we must not
So stain our judgment or corrupt our hope
To prostitute our past-cure malady
To empirics, or to dissever so
Our great self and our credit to esteem
A senseless help when help past sense we deem.

I will no more enforce mine office on you,
Humbly entreating from your royal thoughts
A modest one to bear me back again.

I must not hear thee. Fare thee well, kind maid.
Thy pains, not used, must by thyself be paid.
Proffers not took reap thanks for their reward.

The greatest grace lending grace,
Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring
Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring

Or four and twenty times the pilot’s glass
Hath told the thievish minutes, how they pass,
What is infirm from your sound parts shall fly,
Health shall live free, and sickness freely die.

Tax of impudence,
A strumpet’s boldness, a divulgèd shame;
Traduced by odious ballads, my maiden’s name
Seared otherwise; nay, worse of worst, extended
With vilest torture let my life be ended.

Tax of impudence,
A strumpet’s boldness, a divulgèd shame;
Traduced by odious ballads, my maiden’s name
Seared otherwise; nay, worse of worst, extended
With vilest torture let my life be ended.

Thou this to hazard needs must intimate
Skill infinite or monstrous desperate.

Sweet practicer, thy physic I will try,
That ministers thine own death if I die.

Exempted be from me the arrogance
To choose from forth the royal blood of France,
My low and humble name to propagate
With any branch or image of thy state

COUNTESS: It must be an answer of most monstrous size that must fit all demands.
FOOL: But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned should speak truth of it.

I think, sir, you can eat none of this homely meat.

They say miracles are past, and we have our philosophical persons to make modern and familiar things supernatural and causeless.

Great power, great transcendence, which should indeed give us a further use to be made than alone the recov’ry of the King, as to be—

Peruse them well.
Not one of those but had a noble father.

My wife, my liege? I shall beseech your Highness
In such a business give me leave to use
The help of mine own eyes.

My wife, my liege? I shall beseech your Highness
In such a business give me leave to use
The help of mine own eyes.

The mere word’s a slave
Debauched on every tomb, on every grave
A lying trophy, and as oft is dumb
Where dust and damned oblivion is the tomb
Of honored bones indeed.

Check thy contempt;
Obey our will, which travails in thy good.

Yet the scarves and the bannerets about thee did manifoldly dissuade me from believing thee a vessel of too great a burden.

So, my good window of lattice, fare thee well; thy casement I need not open, for I look through thee.

My lord, you give me most egregious indignity.

Scurvy, old, filthy, scurvy lord!

Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority.

I most unfeignedly beseech your Lordship to make some reservation of your wrongs.

You are a vagabond, and no true traveler.

You are more saucy with lords and honorable personages than the commission of your birth and virtue gives you heraldry.

You are more saucy with lords and honorable personages than the commission of your birth and virtue gives you heraldry.

France is a stable, we that dwell in ’t jades.

The great prerogative and rite of love,
Which as your due time claims, he does acknowledge
But puts it off to a compelled restraint,
Whose want and whose delay is strewed with sweets,
Which they distill now in the curbèd time
To make the coming hour o’erflow with joy
And pleasure drown the brim.

I have then sinned against his experience and transgressed against his valor, and my state that way is dangerous since I cannot yet find in my heart to repent.

Here he comes. I pray you make us friends. I will pursue the amity.

I am not worthy of the wealth I owe,
Nor dare I say ’tis mine—and yet it is—
But, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal
What law does vouch mine own.

I am not worthy of the wealth I owe,
Nor dare I say ’tis mine—and yet it is—
But, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal
What law does vouch mine own.

Strangers and foes do sunder and not kiss.