All's Well, That Ends Well
All's Well, That Ends Well COUNTESS. [Reads.] I have sent you a daughter-in-law; she hath recovered the king and undone me. I have wedded her, not bedded her, and sworn to make the “not” eternal. You shall hear I am run away; know it before the report come. If there be breadth enough in the world, I will hold a long distance. My duty to you. Your unfortunate son, BERTRAM.
This is not well, rash and unbridled boy, To fly the favours of so good a king, To pluck his indignation on thy head By the misprizing of a maid too virtuous For the contempt of empire.
Enter Clown.
CLOWN. O madam, yonder is heavy news within between two soldiers and my young lady.
COUNTESS. What is the matter?
CLOWN. Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some comfort; your son will not be kill’d so soon as I thought he would.
COUNTESS. Why should he be kill’d?