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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, Clown,
Servants to the Countess of Roufillon.
Countess of Roufillon, mother to Bertram.
fician, fome time fince dead.
} Neighbours, and friends to the widow.
Lords attending on the King ; Officers, Soldiers, &c.
SCEN E' lies partly in France ; and, partly
that ENDS well.
A C T I.
SCENE, the Countess of Roufillon's
House in France,
Enter Bertram, the Countess of Roufillon, Helena,
and Lafeu, all in Mourning
COUNTEss: N delivering my fon 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 subjection.
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 neceflity 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, raiber than Jack it wbere there is such abundance.) An opposition of terms is visi bly design'd in this sentence; tho' the opposition is not visible, as the terms now ftand. Wanted and Abundance are the opposites to one another; but how is lack a contrast to stir up? The addition of a fingle letter gives it, and the very sense requires ito Mr. W'arburton.
30. 19, Count. What hope is there of his Majesty's amenda
Laf. He hath abandon'd his Physicians, Madam, onder 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 fad a passage tis!) whose fill was almost as great as his honefty; had it'stretch'd so far, it would have made nature inimortal, 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 profeflion, 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 fiftula, 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 iny 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 roo: in her they are the better for their limpleness; he derives her honesty, and archieves ber 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,