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KING of France.
Duke of Florence.
Bertram, Count of Roufillon.
Lafeu, an old Lord.
Parolles, a parafitical follower of Bertram; a coward, but vain, and a great pretender to valour.
Several young French Lords, that ferve with Bertram in the Florentine war.
Servants to the Countess of Roufillon.
Countess of Roufillon, mother to Bertram.
Helena daughter to Gerard de Narbon, a famous phy
fician, fome time fince dead.
An old widow of Florence.
Diana, daughter to the widow.
Violenta, } Neighbours, and friends to the widow:
Lords, attending on the King; Officers, Soldiers, &c.
SCENE lies partly in France; and, partly in
Laf. You f
ALL'S Well, that ENDS Well.
A C T I.
SCENE, the Countess of Roufillon's House, in France.
Enter Bertram, the Countess of Roufilon, Helena and Lafeu, all in Mourning.
N delivering my fon from me, I bury a fecond husband.
Ber. And I in going, Madam, weep o'er my father's death anew; but I muit attend his Majefty's command, to whom I am now in ward, evermore in fubjection.
Laf. You fhall find of the King a husband, Madam; you, Sir, a father. He, that fo generally is at all times good, muft of neceffity hold his virtue to you; (1) whofe worthiness would ftir it up where it wanted, rather than flack it where there is fuch abundance.
(1) whofe Worthiness would ftir it up where it wanted, rather than lack it where there is fuch Abundance.] An Opposition of Terms is visibly defign'd in this Sentence; tho' the Oppofition is not fo visible, as the Terms now ftand. Wanted and Abundance are the Oppofites to one another; but how is lack a Contraft to fir up? The Addition of a single Letter gives it, and the very Senfe requires it.
Count. What hope is there of his Majefty's amend
Laf. He hath abandon'd his phyficians, Madam, under whofe 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 bad! how fad a paffage 'tis !) whofe skill was almoft as great as his honefty; had it ftretch'd so far, it would have made nature immortal, and death fhould 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 fo: 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 ftill, if knowledge could be fet up against mortality.
Ber. What is it, my good lord, the King languishes ef?
Laf. A fiftula, 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 fole child, my lord, and bequeathed to my overlooking. I have those hopes of her good, that her education promifes her; difpofition fhe 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 honefty, and atchieves her goodness.
Laf. Your commendations, Madam, get from her
Count. 'Tis the best brine a maiden can feafon her praise in. The remembrance of her father never approaches her heart, but the tyranny of her forrows takes