Reading All's Well, that Ends Well — William Shakespeare

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Hell.

O were that all, I thinke not on my father,

And these great teares grace his remembrance more

Then those I shed for him. What was he like?

I haue forgott him. My imagination

Carries no fauour in't but Bertrams.

I am vndone, there is no liuing, none,

If Bertram be away. 'Twere all one,

That I should loue a bright particuler starre,

And think to wed it, he is so aboue me

In his bright radience and colaterall light,

Must I be comforted, not in his sphere;

Th' ambition in my loue thus plagues it selfe:

The hind that would be mated by the Lion

Must die for loue. 'Twas prettie, though a plague

To see him euerie houre to sit and draw

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