ILLUSTRATIONS. VOL. THIRD. Etched by M. Monzies, from the original Designs of M. Pille. All's Well, that Ends Well. Act IV., Sc. 1. To face Title Twelfe Night, Or what you will. Act II., Sc. III. The life and death of King John. Act IV., Sc. I. The life and death of King Richard the Second. Act IV., Enter ALL'S Well, that Ends Well. Actus primus. Scana Prima. yong Bertram Count of Rossillion, his Mother, and Helena, Lord Lafew, all in blacke. Mother. N delivering my sonne from me, I burie a second husband. Ros. And I in going Madam, weep ore my fathers death anew; but I must attend his majesties command, to whom I am now in Ward, evermore in subjection. Laf. You shall find of the King a husband Madame, you sir a father. He that so generally is at all times good, must of necessitie hold his vertue to you, whose worthinesse would stirre it up where it wanted rather then lack it where there is such abundance. Mo. What hope is there of his Majesties amendment? Laf. He hath abandon'd his Phisitions Madam, under whose practises he hath persecuted time with hope, and finds no other advantage in the processe, but onely the loosing of hope by time. Mo. This yong Gentlewoman had a father, O that had, how sad a passage tis, whose skill was almost as great as his honestie, had it stretch'd so far, would have made nature immortall, and death should have play for lacke of worke. Would for the Kings sake hee were living, I thinke it would be the death of the Kings disease. Laf. How call'd you the man you speake of Madam? Mo. 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 latelie spoke of him admiringly, and mourningly: hee was skilfull enough to have liv'd stil, if knowledge could be set up against mortallitie. Ros. What is it (my good Lord) the King languishes of? Laf. A Fistula my Lord. Ros. I heard not of it before. Laf. I would it were not notorious. Was this Gentlewoman the Daughter of Gerard de Narbon ? Mo. His sole childe my Lord, and bequeathed to my over looking. I have those hopes of her good, that her education promises her dispositions shee inherits, which makes faire gifts fairer: for where an uncleane mind carries vertuous qualities, there commendations go with pitty, they are vertues and traitors too : in her they are the better for their simplenesse; she derives her honestie, and atcheeves her goodnesse. Lafew. Your commendations Madam get from her teares. Mo. 'Tis the best brine a Maiden can season her praise in. The remembrance of her father never approches her heart, but the tirrany of her sorrowes takes all livelihood from her cheeke. No more of this Helena, go too, no more least it be rather thought you affect a sorrow, then to have. Hell. I doe affect a sorrow indeed, but I have it too. Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive greefe the enemie to the living. Mo. If the living be enemie to the greefe, the excesse makes it soone mortall. Ros. Maddam I desire your holie wishes. Laf. How understand we that? Mo. Be thou blest Bertrame, and succeed thy father In manners as in shape: thy blood and vertue. |