_Dia._ Let death and honesty Go with your impositions, I am yours Upon your will to suffer.
_Hel._ Yet, I pray you: 30 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 waggon 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._
_Marseilles_] Rowe (ed. 2). _Marcellæ_ F1. _Marsellis_ F2 F3. _Marselis_ F4.
[23] _saucy trusting of_] Ff. _fancy trusting in_ Hanmer. _fancy trusting of_ Warburton.
[30, 31] _I pray you: But with the word_] Ff. _I pray you, Bear with the word:_ Hanmer. _I pray you, But with the word:_ Capell. _I pray you,--But with the word,_ Steevens (Henley conj.). _I fray you But with the word:_ Collier (Blackstone conj.). _I play you But with the word:_ Jackson conj. _I pray you: But with the world_ Collier MS. _I pay you But with the word;_ Grant White. _I pay you But with the word,_ Staunton conj.
[31-33] _But ... away_] _But--with the word 'The time ... sharp,'--we must away_ Anon. conj.
[34] _revives_] Ff. _reviles_ Hanmer. _revyes_ Warburton. _invites_ Johnson and Heath conj.
[35] _the fine's_] Theobald. _the fines_ F1. _that fines_ F2 F3. _that finds_ F4.
SCENE V. _Rousillon. The_ COUNT'S _palace._
_Laf._ 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 5 than by that red-tailed humble-bee I speak of.
_Count._ 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 10 owed her a more rooted love.
_Laf._ 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may pick a thousand salads ere we light on such another herb.
_Clo._ Indeed, sir, she was the sweet-marjoram of the salad, or rather, the herb of grace. 15
_Laf._ They are not herbs, you knave; they are nose-herbs.
_Clo._ I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir; I have not much skill in grass.