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KING of France.
vain, and a great pretender to valour.
the Florentine war.
Servants to the Countess of Rousillon.
Countess of Roufillon, mother to Bertram.
fician, fome time since dead.
} Neigbbours, and friends to the widow:
Lords, attending on the King ; Officers, Soldiers, &c.
Laf. You you, Sir, a fa good, mult of
SCENE lies partly in France ; and, partly in
worthiness wo Back it where
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that Ends Well.
A C T I. SCENE, the Countess of Rousillon's House,
in France. Enter Bertram, the Countess of Rousilon, Helena;
and Lafeu, all in Mourning.
COUNTES $. , N delivering my fon from me, I bury a second husband.
Ber. And I in going, Madam, weep I
o'er my father's death anew; but I must attend his Majesty's command, to whoin 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 so generally is at all times good, muft of necessity hold his virtue to you ; (1) whose worthiness would stir it up where it wanted, rather than flack it where there is such abundance.
(1) whose Wortbiness would stir it up wbere it wanted, rather tban lack it wbere there is sucb Abundance.] An Opposition of Terms is visibly design'd in this Sentence ; tho' the Opposition is not so vifble, as the Terms now stand. Wanted and Abune dance are the Opposites to one another ; but how is lack a Contraft to fir up? The Addition of a single Letter gives it, and the very Sense requires it.
Count. What hope is there of his Majesty's amend. 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, (0, that had ! how fad a passage 'tis !) whose skill was almost as great as his honěsty; 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 fo : Gerard de Narbon.
Laf. He was excellent, indeed, Madam; the King very lately spoke of him admiringly, and mourning!y: he was skilful enough to have liv'd fill, if knowledge could be set up against mortality.
Ber. What is it, my good lord, the King languishes ef?
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 she 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; The 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 sorrows takes