All's Well, That Ends Well
All's Well, That Ends Well SECOND LORD. He hath perverted a young gentlewoman here in Florence, of a most chaste renown, and this night he fleshes his will in the spoil of her honour; he hath given her his monumental ring, and thinks himself made in the unchaste composition.
FIRST LORD. Now, God delay our rebellion! As we are ourselves, what things are we!
SECOND LORD. Merely our own traitors. And as in the common course of all treasons, we still see them reveal themselves till they attain to their abhorr’d ends; so he that in this action contrives against his own nobility, in his proper stream, o’erflows himself.
FIRST LORD. Is it not meant damnable in us to be trumpeters of our unlawful intents? We shall not then have his company tonight?
SECOND LORD. Not till after midnight; for he is dieted to his hour.
FIRST LORD. That approaches apace. I would gladly have him see his company anatomized, that he might take a measure of his own judgments, wherein so curiously he had set this counterfeit.
SECOND LORD. We will not meddle with him till he come; for his presence must be the whip of the other.
FIRST LORD. In the meantime, what hear you of these wars?
SECOND LORD. I hear there is an overture of peace.
FIRST LORD. Nay, I assure you, a peace concluded.