All's Well That Ends Well. William Shakespeare

she dies!

      COUNTESS.

       Had you not lately an intent—speak truly—

       To go to Paris?

      HELENA.

       Madam, I had.

      COUNTESS.

       Wherefore? tell true.

      HELENA.

       I will tell truth; by grace itself I swear.

       You know my father left me some prescriptions

       Of rare and prov’d effects, such as his reading

       And manifest experience had collected

       For general sovereignty; and that he will’d me

       In heedfull’st reservation to bestow them,

       As notes whose faculties inclusive were

       More than they were in note. Amongst the rest

       There is a remedy, approv’d, set down,

       To cure the desperate languishings whereof

       The king is render’d lost.

      COUNTESS.

       This was your motive

       For Paris, was it? Speak.

      HELENA.

       My lord your son made me to think of this;

       Else Paris, and the medicine, and the king,

       Had from the conversation of my thoughts

       Haply been absent then.

      COUNTESS.

       But think you, Helen,

       If you should tender your supposed aid,

       He would receive it? He and his physicians

       Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him;

       They, that they cannot help. How shall they credit

       A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools,

       Embowell’d of their doctrine, have let off

       The danger to itself?

      HELENA.

       There’s something in’t

       More than my father’s skill, which was the great’st

       Of his profession, that his good receipt

       Shall for my legacy be sanctified

       By th’ luckiest stars in heaven; and would your honour

       But give me leave to try success, I’d venture

       The well-lost life of mine on his grace’s cure.

       By such a day, an hour.

      COUNTESS.

       Dost thou believe’t?

      HELENA.

       Ay, madam, knowingly.

      COUNTESS.

       Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave and love,

       Means and attendants, and my loving greetings

       To those of mine in court. I’ll stay at home,

       And pray God’s blessing into thy attempt.

       Be gone tomorrow; and be sure of this,

       What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss.

      [Exeunt.]