WIDOW Gentle madam, You never had a servant to whose trust Your business was more welcome.
HELENA Nor you, mistress, Ever a friend whose thoughts more truly labour To recompense your love: doubt not but heaven Hath brought me up to be your daughter's dower, As it hath fated her to be my motive And helper to a husband. But, O strange men! That can such sweet use make of what they hate, When saucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts Defiles the pitchy night: so lust doth play With what it loathes for that which is away. 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: But with the word the time will bring on summer, When briers 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; Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.
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Helena proposes to take the widow and Diana to the King at Marseilles. She promises the king will demonstrate his continued favor by helping them arrange to travel to Rousillon ahead of Bertram. She assures them that things will work out for the best: “All’s well that ends well.”
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