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As it hath fated her to be my motive [20]
And helper to a husband. But, O strange men!
That can such sweet use make of what they hate,
When saucy trusting of the cozened thoughts

Defiles the pitchy night; so lust doth play
With what it loathes for that which is away. [25]
But more of this hereafter. You, Diana,
Under my poor instructions yet must suffer

Something in my behalf.

DIANA
Let death and honesty
Go with your impositions, I am yours,
Upon your will to suffer.

HELENA
Yet, I pray you. [30]

But with the word the time will bring on summer,
When briars shall have leaves as well as thorns
And be as sweet as sharp. We must away;
Our wagon is prepared, and time revives us.

All’s well that ends well; still the fine’s the crown. [35]
Whate’er the course, the end is the renown.
Exeunt.

Scene V IT

Enter the Countess, Lafew, and the Clown.

LAFEW
No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipped-taffeta fellow there, whose
villainous saffron would have made all the unbaked and doughy youth of a
nation in his colour. Your daughter-in-law had been alive at this hour, and

your son here at home, more advanced by the [5] King than by that red-
tailed humble-bee I speak of.

COUNTESS