From All’s Well that Ends Well by William Shakespeare. Act V. Scene III.
King. I am not a day of season,For thou mayst see a sunshine and a hailIn me at once; but to the brightest beamsDistracted clouds give way: so stand thou forth;The time is fair again.Bertram. My high-repented blames,Dear sovereign, pardon to me.King. All is whole;Not one word more of the consumed time.Let’s take the instant by the forward top,For we are old, and on our quick’st decreesThe inaudible and noiseless foot of timeSteals ere we can effect them.
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