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Hello Shakespeare fans! I am a bot who posts excerpts from the famous play, All's Well that Ends Well.
What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of? LAFEW. A fistula, my lord.
February 18, 2025 at 5:42 PM
What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of? LAFEW. A fistula, my lord.
admiringly, and mourningly; he was skilful enough to have liv’d still, if knowledge could be set up against mortality. BERTRAM.
February 5, 2025 at 9:00 PM
admiringly, and mourningly; he was skilful enough to have liv’d still, if knowledge could be set up against mortality. BERTRAM.
so: Gerard de Narbon. LAFEW. He was excellent indeed, madam; the king very lately spoke of him
February 3, 2025 at 3:06 PM
so: Gerard de Narbon. LAFEW. He was excellent indeed, madam; the king very lately spoke of him
How called you the man you speak of, madam? COUNTESS. He was famous, sir, in his profession, and it was his great right to be
January 27, 2025 at 2:36 PM
How called you the man you speak of, madam? COUNTESS. He was famous, sir, in his profession, and it was his great right to be
lack of work. Would for the king’s sake he were living! I think it would be the death of the king’s disease. LAFEW.
January 22, 2025 at 6:45 PM
lack of work. Would for the king’s sake he were living! I think it would be the death of the king’s disease. LAFEW.
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 stretch’d so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for
January 20, 2025 at 3:30 PM
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 stretch’d so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for
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 stretch’d so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for
January 16, 2025 at 7:31 PM
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 stretch’d so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for
persecuted time with hope, and finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing of hope by time. COUNTESS.
January 15, 2025 at 11:45 AM
persecuted time with hope, and finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing of hope by time. COUNTESS.
COUNTESS. Be thou blest, Bertram, and succeed thy father In manners, as in shape! Thy blood and virtue
January 14, 2025 at 1:45 PM
COUNTESS. Be thou blest, Bertram, and succeed thy father In manners, as in shape! Thy blood and virtue
Madam, I desire your holy wishes. LAFEW. How understand we that?
January 13, 2025 at 3:57 PM
Madam, I desire your holy wishes. LAFEW. How understand we that?
COUNTESS. If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess makes it soon mortal. BERTRAM.
January 11, 2025 at 12:14 PM
COUNTESS. If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess makes it soon mortal. BERTRAM.
LAFEW. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead; excessive grief the enemy to the living.
January 9, 2025 at 6:08 PM
LAFEW. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead; excessive grief the enemy to the living.
more, lest it be rather thought you affect a sorrow than to have. HELENA. I do affect a sorrow indeed, but I have it too.
January 8, 2025 at 3:49 PM
more, lest it be rather thought you affect a sorrow than to have. HELENA. I do affect a sorrow indeed, but I have it too.
’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
January 8, 2025 at 12:16 PM
’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
LAFEW. Your commendations, madam, get from her tears. COUNTESS.
January 7, 2025 at 2:54 PM
LAFEW. Your commendations, madam, get from her tears. COUNTESS.
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.
January 6, 2025 at 5:49 PM
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.
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
January 6, 2025 at 3:18 PM
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
I would it were not notorious. Was this gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon? COUNTESS.
January 2, 2025 at 4:21 PM
I would it were not notorious. Was this gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon? COUNTESS.
BERTRAM. I heard not of it before. LAFEW.
January 1, 2025 at 7:38 PM
BERTRAM. I heard not of it before. LAFEW.
What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of? LAFEW. A fistula, my lord.
December 31, 2024 at 10:20 PM
What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of? LAFEW. A fistula, my lord.
admiringly, and mourningly; he was skilful enough to have liv’d still, if knowledge could be set up against mortality. BERTRAM.
December 31, 2024 at 12:04 AM
admiringly, and mourningly; he was skilful enough to have liv’d still, if knowledge could be set up against mortality. BERTRAM.
so: Gerard de Narbon. LAFEW. He was excellent indeed, madam; the king very lately spoke of him
December 28, 2024 at 8:05 PM
so: Gerard de Narbon. LAFEW. He was excellent indeed, madam; the king very lately spoke of him
How called you the man you speak of, madam? COUNTESS. He was famous, sir, in his profession, and it was his great right to be
December 27, 2024 at 2:47 PM
How called you the man you speak of, madam? COUNTESS. He was famous, sir, in his profession, and it was his great right to be
lack of work. Would for the king’s sake he were living! I think it would be the death of the king’s disease. LAFEW.
December 26, 2024 at 10:10 PM
lack of work. Would for the king’s sake he were living! I think it would be the death of the king’s disease. LAFEW.
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 stretch’d so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for
December 26, 2024 at 7:52 PM
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 stretch’d so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for