That were enwombèd mine. 'Tis often seen
Adoption strives with nature, and choice breeds
A native slip to us from foreign seeds.
You ne'er oppressed me with a mother's groan,
Yet I express to you a mother's care.
God's mercy, maiden does it curd thy blood
To say I am thy mother? What's the matter,
That this distemperèd messenger of wet,
The many colored Iris, rounds thine eye?
Why? that you are my daughter?

                                                                                     - Countess

There are moments when reading Shakespeare where the dialogue hits you. And you admit, oh this is why he’s the greatest writer of all time.

Shakespeare, William. All’s Well That Ends Well. Edited by Claire McEachern. The Pelican Shakespeare. New York: Penguin Books, 2019. pg20