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DRAMATIS PERSON Æ. King of France.
Countess of Rousillon, mot ber Duke of Florence,
to Bertram. Bertram, Count of Roufillon. Helena, daughter to Gerard Lafeu, an old Lord.
de Narhon, a fanous phyParolles, a paraftical fol fician, some timelince dead. lower of Bertram; a cow
An old widow of Florence. ard, but vain, and a great Diana, daughter to the wipretender to valour.
dow. Several young French Lards, Violenta, Sueirhbours and that serve with Bertram
friends to the in the Florentine war.
widow, Clown, ,
Countess of Rou- Lords, attending on the King,
Officers, Soldiers, &c. SCENE, lies partly in France, and partly in Tuscany.
Steward, Servants to the
The Countess of Raufillon's house in France. Enter Bertram, the Countess of Rousillon, Helena,
and Lafeu, all in mourning. Countefs, N dissevering my so nfrom me, I bury a
Ber. And I in going, Madam, weep o'er my father's death anew; but Î must attend his Majesty's command, to whom I am now in ward, evermorę įn subjection.
Laf. You shall find of the King a husband, Madam; you, Sir, a father. He that fo generally is at all times 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 amend. ment? * The plot taken from Boccace, Decam. 3. Nov. 9.
Laf. He hath abandon'd his physicians, Madam, under whose practices he hath persecuted 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 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 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.
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 : 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 honeity, and atehieves 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 sorrows 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; go to, no more ; left it be rather thought you affect a forrow, than to have it.
Hel. I do affect a forrow, indeed, but I have it too.
Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.
Gount. If the living be not enemy to the grief, the excess makes it soon mortal.
Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes.
Be thou bless'd, Bertram, and succeed thy Councta father
In manners as in shape ! thy blood and virtue
Laf. He cannot want the best,
[Exit Countess. Ber. [To Hel.] The best wishes that can be forge’d in your thoughts, be servants to you? Be confortable 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.
S C Ε Ν Ε II.
That I should love a bright partic'lar star,
S CE N E III.
Hel. Ay; you have some 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.
He!. But he affails; and our virginity, though vali. ant, in the defence yet is weak : unfold to us some warlike reliltance. Par. There is none;
man, setting down before vou, will undermine you, and blow you up.
Hel. Bleis our poor virginity from underminers, and
* Cold for raked; as fuperfluous for over-clekid.