worthiness would stir it up where it wanted, rather than lack it where there is fuch abundance.

Count. What hope is there of his majesty's amendment? Laf. He hath abandon'd his physicians, 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.

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Count. This young gentlewoman had a father, (O, that bad! how fad a paffage '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, fir, 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 fkilful enough to have liv'd ftill, if knowledge could have been set up against mortality.

Ber. What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of? 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 thofe hopes of her good, that her education promises: 'her difpofitions fhe inherits, which makes

P it wanted, rather than lack it]—it was wanting, rather than fail of obtaining a share of it.-flack it.

a paffage-a word-preface, prefage.

play.

her difpofitions fhe inherits, which makes fair gifts fairer :]—her fine accomplishments receive a double luftre from her naturally good dif pofition.

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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; she derives her * honesty, and atchieves her' goodness.

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

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Count. If the living be enemy to the grief, the excefs makes it foon mortal.

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

Count. Be thou bleft, Bertram! and fucceed thy father
In manners, as in fhape! thy blood, and virtue,
Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness
Share with thy birth-right! Love all, trust a few,

carries virtuous qualities,]-is furnished with thofe external ad

vantages.

" traitors too;]-of a dangerous tendency, betray men into mischief. "fimpleness;]-artless fimplicity.

bonefty, -integrity.

Y goodness.]-embellishments.

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livelihood]-liveliness.

* I do affect a forrow, indeed, but I have it too.]-for the lofs of my father-but am truly forry for Bertram's departure.

be enemy to the grief, the excess makes it joon mortal.]-oppofe it properly, it's very violence will, in a fhort time, deftroy it.

"Scarce any joy," &c.

WINTER'S TALE. A& V, S. 3. Cam. How understand we that ?]-A characteristic effufion of thoughtless vivacity.

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Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power, than ufe; and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key be check'd for filence,
But never tax'd for fpeech. What heaven more will,
That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down,
Fall on thy head! Farewel. My lord,

'Tis an unseason'd courtier, good my lord,
Advise him.

Laf. He cannot want the best,

That fhall attend his love.

Count. Heaven bless him! Farewel, Bertram.

[Exit Countefs.

Ber. [To Helena.] The best wishes, that can be forg'd in your thoughts, 'be fervants to you! Be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her.

Laf. Farewel, pretty lady: You uphold the credit of your father. [Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu. Hel. Oh, were that all!-I think not on my father; 1 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 it, but Bertram's.
I am undone; there is no living, none,
If Bertram be away. It were all one,
That I fhould love a bright particular star,

be able for thine enemy]-practifed in the fcience of defence. • He cannot want the beft, That shall attend his love.]—The efteem that he will win by his deferts, will enfure him the best advice.

f be fervants to you !]-may you compafs in their fullest extent. & You uphold]-by your long continued grief you testify a due fenfe of your father's fuperior merit-you must hola.

Oh, were that all!]-would I had no other cause to grieve!

And thefe great tears grace his remembrance more, Than those I fhed for him.]-This present flow of tears, attributed to a mistaken fource, does more honour to his memory, than those which I actually shed for him.

* Carries no favour in it,]-recollects no other form.

And

And think to wed it, he is fo above me:
'In his bright radiance and collateral light
Muft I be comforted, not in his sphere.
The ambition in my love thus plagues itself:
The hind, that would be mated by the lion,
Muft die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague,
To see him every hour; to fit and draw

His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,
In our heart's table; heart, too capable
"Of every line and trick of his sweet favour,
But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy
Muft fanctify his relicks. Who comes here?

Enter Parolles.

One that goes with him: I love him for his fake;
I know him a notorious liar,

And

yet

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: withal, full oft we fee
'Cold wisdom waiting on fuperfluous folly.

Par. Save you, fair queen.

Hel. And you, monarch.

Par. No.

Hel. And no.

Par. Are you meditating on virginity?

Hel. Ay. You have some stain of foldier in you: let

In his bright radiance, &c.]—I must be content to share at a diftance his reflected fplendour, fince I must defpair of moving in the fame orb-of a more intimate connection with him.

"Of every line and trick of his fweet favour,]-of tracing and retaining every peculiar turn, or feature of his face.

a folely an unexampled.

• Cold wisdom waiting on fuperfluous folly.]-Naked wisdom crouching to folly in full drefs, fuperfluously clad.

ftain]-tincture, fmatch.

me afk 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 refiftance.

Par. There is none; man, fitting down before you, will undermine you, and blow you up.

Hel. Blefs our poor virginity from underminers, and blowers up! Is there no military policy, how virgins might blow up men?

Par. Virginity being blown down, man will quicklier be blown up: marry, in blowing him down again, with the breach yourselves made, you lofe your city. It is not politick in the commonwealth of nature, to preferve virginity. Lofs of virginity is rational increase; and there was never virgin got, till virginity was first loft. That, you were made of, is metal to make virgins. Virginity, by being once loft, may be ten times found: by being ever kept, is ever loft: 'tis too cold a companion; away with it.

Hel. I will stand for't a little, though therefore I die a virgin.

Par. There's little can be faid in't; 'tis against the rule of nature. To speak on the part of virginity, is to accuse your mothers; which is moft infallible difobedience. He, that hangs himself, is a virgin virginity murders itself; and should be buried in highways, out of all fanctified Jimit, as a defperate offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese; confumes itself to the very paring, and fo dies with feeding its own ftomach. Befides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of felf-love,

rational increase ;]-tends to the increase of rational beings.