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KING of France.
vain, and a great pretender to valour. Several young French Lords, that serve with Bertram in
the Florentine war. Steward,
Servants to the Countess of Rousillon. Clown,
Countess of Rousillon, mother to Bertram.
fician, some time fince dead.
} Neighbours, and
friends to the widow.
Lords, attending on the King; Officers, Soldiers, &c.
SCEN E lies partly in France ; and, partly in
All's Well, that Ends Well.
A CT I. SCENE, The Countess of Rousillon's House
Exter Bertram, the Countess of Rousillon, Helena,
and Lafeu, all in Mourning.
Ber. And I in going, Madam, weep o'er my father's death anew ; but I muit attend his Majeity's command, to whom I am now in ward, evermore in sub
jection. Laf. You shall find of the King a husband, Madam ; you, Sir, a father. He, that fo generally is at all times good, muft of necessity hold his virtue to you ; (1) whole worthiness would stir it up where it wanted, rather than Nack it where there is such abundance.
(1) whose Worthiness would stir it up where it wanted, rather than lack it where there is sucb Abundance.] An Opposition of Terms is visibly design'd in this Sentence; tho' the Opposition is not so visible, as the Terms now ftand. Wanted and Abundance are the Opposites to one another; but how is lack a Contraft to stir up? The Addition of a single Letter gives it, and the very sense requires it.
Count. What hope is there of his Majesty's amendo ment ?
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 the losing of hope by time.
Count. This young gentlewoman had a father, (O, that had! how sad a paffage 'tis !) whose skill was almost as great as his honesty ; had it stretch'd so far, it would have made nature immortal, and death should have play'd for lack of work. 'Would, for the King's fake, he were living ! I think, it would be the death of the King's disease.
Laf. 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 fpoke of him admiringly, and mourningly : he was ikilful enough to have liv'd still, 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 my 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 too: in her they are the better for their fimpleness ; fhe derives hier honefly, 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 sorrows takes