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Appears, Act I. sc. 1. Countess of Rousillon, mother to Bertram. Appears, Act I. sc. 1 ; sc. 3. Act 11. sc. 2. Act III. sc. 2; sc. 4.

Act IV. sc. 5. Act V. sc. 3. HELENA, a gentlewoman, protected by the Countess. Appears, Act I. sc. 1; sc. 3. Act II. sc. l; sc. 3; sc. 4; sc. 5; Act III. sc. 2; sc. 5; sc. 7. Act IV. sc. 4. Act V. sc. l; sc. 3.

An old Widow of Florence. Appears, Act III. sc. 5; sc. 7. Act IV. sc. 4. Act V. sc. 1; sc. 3.

Diana, daughter to the Widow.
Appears, Act III. sc. 5. Act IV. sc. 1 ; sc. 4. Act V. sc. 1 ; sc. 3.
VIOLENTA, neighbour and friend to the Widow.

Appears, Act III. sc. 5.
Mariana, neighbour and friend to the Widow.

Appears, Act III. sc. 5.

Lords attending on the King ; Officers, Soldiers, &c.

French and Florentine.

SCENE, IN FRANCE AND IN TUSCANY.

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's

Palace. Enter Bertram, the COUNTESS OF ROUSILLON, HE

LENA, and Lafeu, in mourning. Count. In 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 majesty'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 so generally is at all timez good, must of necessity hold his virtue to you; whose worthiness would stir it up where it wanted, rather than lack it where there is such abundance.

Count. What hope is there of his majesty's amendment?

Laf. He hath abandoned his physicians, madam ; under whose practices he hath persecuted 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 passage a 't is !) whose skill was almost as great as his honesty ; had stretched so far, would b have made nature immortal, and death should a Passage-what passes.

b Would- it would.

have play for lack of work. 'Would, for the king's sake, he were living! I think it would be the death of the king's disease.

Laf. How called 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 lived still, if knowledge could be set up against mortality;

Ber. What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of?
Laf. A fistula, my lord.
Ber. I heard not of it before.

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 dispositions she inherits, which make 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 simpleness ; she derives her honesty, and achieves her goodness.

Laf. Your commendations, madam, get from her tears.

Count. 'T is 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 all livelihood from her cheek. No more of this, Helena--go to, no more ; lest it be rather thought you affect a sorrow, than to have.

Hel. I do affect a sorrow, indeed, but I have it too.

Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead; excessive grief the enemy to the living.

Hel. If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess makes it soon mortal.

Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes.
Laf. How understand we that?

Count. Be thou bless’d, Bertram! and succeed thy

father In manners, as in shape ! thy blood, and virtue, Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key : be check’d for silence, But never tax'd for speech. What Heaven more will, That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down, Fall on thy head! Farewell. - My lord, *T is an unseason'd courtier ; good my lord, Advise him.

Laf: He cannot want the best That shall attend his love.

Count. Heaven bless him!—Farewell, Bertram. [Exit.

Ber. The best wishes that can be forged in your thoughts [to HELENA] be servants to you! Be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her.

Laf. Farewell, pretty lady: You must hold the credit of your father. (Exeunt BERTRAM and LAFEU.

Hel. O, were that all! -I think not on my father ; And these great tears grace his remembrance more Than those I shed for him. What was he like? I have forgot him : my imagination Carries no favour in 't but Bertram's. I am undone ; there is no living, none, If Bertram be away. It were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me: In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere. The ambition in my love thus plagues itself : The hind that would be mated by the lion

a The "great tears” which the departure of Bertram causes her to shed, being imputed to her griet for her father, grace his remembrance more than those which she really shed for him.

Must die for love. 'T was pretty, though a plague,
To see him every hour; to sit and draw
His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,
In our heart's table ;heart too capable
Of every line and trick b of his sweet favour :c
But now he 's gone, and my idolatrous fancy
Must sanctify his relics. Who comes here?

Enter PAROLLES.
One that goes with him : I love him for his sake;
And yet I know him a notorious liar,
Think him a great way fool, solely a coward;
Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him,
That they take place, when virtue's steely bones
Look bleak i’ the cold wind : withal, full oft we see
Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.

Par. Save you, fair queen.
Hel. And you, monarch.d
Par. No.
Hel. And no.
Par. Are you meditating on virginity ?

Hel. Ay. You have some stain e of soldier in you ; let me ask you a question : Man is enemy to virginity; how may we barricado it against him?

Par. Keep him out.

Hel. But he assails; and our virginity, though valiant in the defence, yet is weak: unfold to us some warlike resistance.

Par. There is none : man, sitting down before you, will undermine you, and blow you up.

a Table-the tabular surface, tablet, upon which a picture is painted, and thence used for the picture itself.

b Trick-peculiarity.
Favour-countenance.

d Monarch. A sarcastic allusion to the Monarcho already noticed in Love's Labour's Lost.' • Stain-tincture; you have some slight mark of the soldier

about you.

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