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Enter HELENA, Widow, and DIANA, with two Attendants
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| HELENA |
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But this exceeding posting day and night
Must wear your spirits low; we cannot help it:
But since you have made the days and nights as one,
To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs,
5 Be bold you do so grow in my requital
As nothing can unroot you. In happy time;
Enter a Gentleman
This man may help me to his majesty's ear,
If he would spend his power. God save you, sir.
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| Gentleman |
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And you.
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| HELENA |
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10 Sir, I have seen you in the court of France.
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I have been sometimes there.
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| HELENA |
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I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen
From the report that goes upon your goodness;
An therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions,
15 Which lay nice manners by, I put you to
The use of your own virtues, for the which
I shall continue thankful.
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What's your will?
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| HELENA |
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That it will please you
20 To give this poor petition to the king,
And aid me with that store of power you have
To come into his presence.
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The king's not here.
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| HELENA |
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Not here, sir!
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25 Not, indeed:
He hence removed last night and with more haste
Than is his use.
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| Widow |
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Lord, how we lose our pains!
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| HELENA |
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All's well that ends well yet,
30 Though time seem so adverse and means unfit.
I do beseech you, whither is he gone?
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Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon;
Whither I am going.
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| HELENA |
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I do beseech you, sir,
35 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 will come after you with what good speed
40 Our means will make us means.
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This I'll do for you.
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| HELENA |
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And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd,
Whate'er falls more. We must to horse again.
Go, go, provide.
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