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KING of France.
but 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 Roufillon. Clown,
Countess of Rousillon, mother to Bertram.
fician, fome time fince dead.
} Neighbours, and friends to the widow.
Lords attending on the King ; Officers, Soldiers, &c.
SCENE lies partly in France; and, partly
A L L's well,
well, that Ends well.
SCENE, the Countess of Roufillon's
House in France.
Enter Bertram, the Countess of Rousillon, Helena,
and Lafeu, all in Mourning.
COUNTBS S. N 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 fubje&ion.
Laf. You shall find of the King a husband, Madam; you, Sir, a father. He, that lo generally is at all times good, muft of necessity hold his virtue to you; (1) whose worthiness would stir it up were it wanted, rather than slack it where there is such abundance.
(1) whose worthiness would fir it up wbere it wanted, rather than Jack it wbere ibere is such abundance.) An opposition of terms is visibly design'd in this fentence; tho' the opposition is not visible, as the terms now ftand. Wanted and Abundance are the oppoites to one another'; but how is lack a contrast to fir up? The addition of a fingle letter gives it, and the very sense requires it. Mr. Warburton.
Count. What hope is there of his Majesty's amendnient?
Laf. He hath abandon'd his Phyficians, 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, (0, that had! how sad a passage 'tis !) whose kill was almost as great as his honefty; had it ftretch'd fo far, it would have made nature immortal, and death should have play 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 spoke of him admiringly, and mourningly: he was skilful enough to have liv'd till, 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 fole 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; the derives her honcfty, and atchieves her goodness.
Laj. 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 all livelihood from her cheek. No more of this,
Helena; go to, no more ; left it be rather thought you affect a forrow, than to have
Hel. I do affect a forrow, indeed, but I have it too.
Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, exceffive grief the enemy to the living.
Count. (2) If the living be not enemy to the grief, the excess makes it soon mortal.
Ber. Madam, I defire your holy wishes.
Count. Be thou blest, Bertram, and succeed thy father
Laf. He cannot want the best,
[Exit Counters. Ber. [To Hel.] The beft withes, that can be forg'd in your thoughts, be servants to you : be comfortable to my mother, your Mistress, and make much of her.
Laf. Farewel, pretty Lady, you must hold the credit of your father.
[Exeunt Ber, and Laf. Hel. Oh, were that all!—I think not on my father; And these great tears grace his remembrance more, Than those I thed for him. What was he like? I have forgot him. My imagination
(2) If tbe living be enemy to the grief, the excess makes it soon mortel.] This seems very obscure ; but the addition of a negative perfectly dispels all the mist. If ibe living be not enemy, &c. Excessive grief is an enemy to the living, says Lofeu : Yes, replies the Cuuntess; and if the living be not enemy to the grief, [i, e, trive to conquer'it,] the excess makes it soon mortal.
Mr. Warburton. Ą 4
Carries no favour in it, but my Bertram's.
It were all one
I know him a notorious liar;
Par. Save you, fair Queen.
let me ask you a question. Man is enemy to virginity, how may we barricado it againft bim?
Par. Keep him out.
Hel. But he affails; and our virginity, though valiant, in the defence yet is weak: unfold to us fome warlike resistance.
Par. There is none: man, setting down before you, will undermine you and blow you up. Hel. Bless our poor virginity from underminers and