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Countess of Rousillon, mother Duke of Florence,

to Bertram. Bertram, Gount of Roufillon. || Helena, daughter to Gerard Lafeu, an old Lord.

de Narhon, a famous phyParolles, a parasitical fol. fician, some timelince dead. lower of Bertram ; a cow

An old zuidow of Florence. ard, but vain, and a great Diana, daughter to the wipretender to valour.

dow. Several young French Lords, Violenta, Sneirhbours and

that serve with Bertrani in the Florentine war.

to Mariana,

widow, Steward,

servants to the Clown,

Countess of Rou-Lords, attending on the King,

Oficers, Soldiers, &c.
SCENE, lies partly in France, and partly in Tuscany.

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The Countess of Rousillon's house in France. Enter Bertram, the Countess of Rousillon, Helena,

and Lafeu, all in mourning. Gountess. N dissevering my so nfrom 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 subjection.

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 necessity 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 amend.
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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.
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 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, inueed, but I have it too.

Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excelsive grief the enemy to the living.

Count. If the living be not enemy to the grief, the excess makes it soon mortal.

Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes.
Laf. How understand we that?
BE Be thou bless'd, Bertram, and succeed thy

In manners as in shape ! thy blood and virtue
Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness
Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy
Rather in power, than use; and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key : be check'd for silence,
But never tax'd for speech. What heav'n more will,
That thee may furnish, and my pray’rs pluck down,
Fall on thy head; farewel, my Lord;
'Tis an unseason'd courtier, good my Lord,
Advise him.

Laf. He cannot want the beit,
That shall attend his love.
Count. Heav'n bless him ! Farewel, Bertram.

[Exit Countess. Ber. [To Hel.] The best wishes that can be forge'd in your thoughts, be servants to you? Be cornfortable 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,

Hel. Oh, were that all !.

I think not on my

father r; 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


I am undone, there is no living, none,
If Bertram be away It were all one,


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That I should love a bright partic'lar star,
And think to wed it; he is so above me :
In his bright radiance and collateral light
Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Th'ambition in my love thus plagues itself;
The hind that would be mated by the lion,
Must 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
Must sanctify his relics. Who comes here?

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, solely 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 * Wisdom waiting on superfluous 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 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

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* Cold for raked; as fuperfluous for over-clekid. + Siain for colour,


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