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KING of France.
but vain, and a great pretender to valour.
Servants to the Countess of Roufillon. Clown,
Countess of Roufillon, mother to Bertram.
fician, fome time fince dead.
} Neighbours, and friends to the widow.
Lords attending on the King ; Officers, Soldiers, &C.
SCE N E lies partly in France ; and, parily
All's well, that Ends well.
A C T
SCENE, the Countess of Roufillon's
House in France,
Enter Bertram, the Countess of Rousillon, Helena,
and Lafeu, all in Mourning:
COUNTES s. N delivering my son from me, I bury a second husband.
Ber. And I in going, Madam, weep o'er my father's death anew; but I must attend his Majetty's command, to whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection.
Laf. You shall find of the King a husband, Madam; you, Sir, a father. He, that lo generally is at all times good, muft of neceflity hold his virtue to you; (1) whose worthinefs would stir it up were it wanted, rather than slack it where there is such abundance.
(1) wbofe wortbiness would stir it up wbere it wanted, raiber than Jack it wbere there is such abundance.] An opposition of terms is visbly design'd in this sentence; tho' the opposition is not visible, as the terms now stand. Wanted and Abundance are the opposites to one another; but how is lack a contrast to flir up? The addition of a fingle letter gives it, and the very sense requires it. Mr, Warburton.
nguo 1970 Count. What hope is there of his Majesty's amendnient li grad?
Laf. He hath abandon'd his Physicians, Madam, under whose practices he hath perfecuted time with hope ; and finds no other advantage in the process, but only he losing of hope by time.
Count. This young Gentlewoman had a Father, (0, that had! how fad a passage 'tis !) whose skill was almoft as great as his honesty
had it stretch'd so far, it would have made nature inimortal, and death should have play for lack of work. Would, for the King's lake, he were living! I think, it would be the death of the King's disease.
L.af. How call'd you the man you speak of, Madam?
Count. He was famous, Sir, in his profession, and it was his great right to be so : Gerard de Narbon.
Laf, He was excellent, indeed, Madam ; the King very lately spoke of him admiringly, and mourningly: he was skilful enough to have liv'd ftill, if knowledge could be set up against mortality.
Ber. What is it, my good Lord, the King languishes of ?
Laf. A fiftula, my Lord.
Laf. I would, it were not notorious. Was this Gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon.
Count. His sole child, my Lord, and bequeathed to iny overlooking. I have those hopes of her good, that her education promises her; disposition the inherits, which makes fair, gifts fairer; for where an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there commendations go with pity, they are virtues and traitors roo: in her they are the better for their fimpleness; fhe derives her honesty, and atchieves her goodness.
Laf. Your commendations, Madam, get from her tears.
Count. 'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in. The remembrance of her father never approaches her heart, but the tyranny of her forrows takes all livelihood from her cheek. No more of this,