We must away;
Our wagon is prepared, and time revives us:
All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown;
Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.
[Exeunt]
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL
ACT IV
SCENE V Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
[Enter COUNTESS, LAFEU, and Clown]
LAFEU No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipt-taffeta
fellow there, whose villanous 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 king than by that red-tailed humble-bee I speak of.
COUNTESS I would I had not known him; it was the death of the
most virtuous gentlewoman that ever nature had
praise for creating. If she had partaken of my
flesh, and cost me the dearest groans of a mother, I
could not have owed her a more rooted love.
LAFEU 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may pick a
thousand salads ere we light on such another herb.
Clown Indeed, sir, she was the sweet marjoram of the
salad, or rather, the herb of grace.
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