Dia. Let death and honesty
Go with your impositions, I am yours
Upon your will to suffer.
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Hel. 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 waggon is prepared, and time [revives] us:
All's well that ends well: still [the fine's] the crown;