DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. KING of France. Lafeu, an old Lord. Countess of Rousillon, mother to Bertram. Helena, daughter to Gerard de Narbon, a famous phyfol-fician, sometime since dead.. An old widow of Florence. Diana, daughter to the widow. lower of Bertram; a coward, but vain, and a great pretender to valour. Violenta, Sneighbours and widow. to Several young French Lords, that ferve with Bertram in the Florentine war. Steward, Servants to the Clown, Countess of Rou-Lords, attending on the King, Officers, Soldiers, &c. Sillon SCENE, lies partly in France, and partly in Tuscany. ACT I. SCENE I. The Countess of Roufillon's house in France. Enter Bertram, the Countess of Roufillon, Helena, and Lafeu, all in mourning. Countess. N dissevering my so nfrom me, I bury a fecond 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 fubjection. Laf. You shall find of the King a husband, Madam; you, Sir, a father. He that so generally is at all times good, must of neceffity hold his virtue to you; whose worthiness would stir it up where it wanted, rather than flack it where there is such abundance. Count. What hope is there of his Majesty's amendment? * The plot taken from Boccace, Decam. 3. Nov. 9. A 2 Laf. 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 lofing of hope by time. Count. This young gentlewoman had a father, (O that had! how fad a presage '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 profeffion, 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 still, if knowledge could be fet up against mortality. Ber. What is it, my good Lord, the King languishes of? Laf. A fistula, my Lord. Laf. I would it were not notorious. Was this gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon? Count. His fole child, my Lord, and bequeathed to my overlooking. I have those hopes of her good, that her education promises her: difpofition 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 her simpleness; she 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. * By virtuous qualities here are not meant those of a moral kind, but such as are acquired by erudition and good breeding. Helena; Helena; go to, no more; Hesthit be rather thought you affect a forrow, than to have it."שייכי に Hel. I do affect a forrow, indeed, but I have ite too. Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, exceffive grief the enemy to the diving a Gount. If the living be not enemy to the grief, the excess makes it foon mortal Ber. Madam, I defire your holy wishes. L. 3728 Laf. How understand we that? Ber. Be thou bless'd, Bertram, and fucceed thye father In manners as in shape! thy blood and virtue Laf. He cannot want the best, ! Count. Heav'n bless him! Farewel, Bertram. [Exit Countess. Ber. [To Hel.] The best wishes that can be forge'd in your thoughts, be fervants to you? Be comfortable to my mother your mistress, and make much of her. Laf. Farewell, pretty Lady, you must hold the cre-m dit of your fathery [Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu. Hel. Oh, were that all! I think not on my fa ther; And these great tears grace his remembrance more I have forgot him. My imagination : ۲۰ That That I should love a bright partic'lar star, Enter Parolles. One that goes with him: I love him for his fake, " And yet I know him a notorious lyar; "Think him a great way fool, folely a coward; " Yet these fix'd evils fit fo fit in him, "That they take place, when virtue's steely bones "Look bleak in the cold wind;" full oft we fee Cold * Wifdom waiting on superfluous Folly. SCENE III. Par. Save you, fair Queen. Hel. And you, Monarch, Par. No. Hel. And no, Par. Are you meditating on virginity? ! Hel. Ay; you have fome stain + of foldier 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 affails; and our virginity, though valiant, in the defence yet is weak: unfold to us fome warlike refistance. Par. There is none; man, setting down before you, will undermine you, and blow you up. Hel. Blefs our poor virginity from underminers, and * Cold for naked; as fuperfluous for over-cloth'd. † Stain for colour. blowers |