DRAMATIS PERSONA. KING of France. PAROLLES, a parafitical follower of Bertram ; a coward, but vain, and a great pretender to valour. Two young French LORDS, that ferve with Bertram in the Florentine war. STEWARD, Servants to the Countess of Roufillon. COUNTESS of Roufillon, Mother to Bertram. An old WIDOW of Florence. VIOLENTA, Neighbours and friends to the Widow. Lords attending on the King, Officers, Soldiers, &c. SCENE lyes partly in France, and partly in Tuscany. The plot taken from Boccace, Decam. 3. Nov. 9. ALL'S ALL's well that ENDS well. ACT I. SCENE I. and Roufillon in France. Enter Bertram, the Countess of Roufillon, Helena, Count. Lafeu, all in mourning. N delivering up my fon from me, I bury a fe cond husband. IN Ber. And in going, Madam, I weep o'er my father's death anew; but I must attend his Majefty's command, to whom I am now in ward, evermore in fub jection. 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, whose worthiness would ftir it up where it wanted, rather than flack it where there is fuch abundance. Count. What hope is there of his Majefty's amendment ? Laf. He hath abandon'd his phyficians, Madam, under whofe practices he hath profecuted 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 bad! how fad a preface 'tis !) whofe fkill was almost as great as his honefty; had it ftretch'd fo far, it would have made nature immortal, and death fhould have had play for lack of work. Would, for the King's fake, he were liv ing! 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 fpoke of him admiringly and mourningly: he was skilful enough to have liv'd ftill, if knowledge could be set up against mortality. Ber. What is it, my good lord, the King languishes of? 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 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 her fimpleness, the derives her honefty, and atchieves her goodness. Laf. Your commendations, Madam, get tears from her. Count. 'Tis the best brine a maiden can feafon her praife 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 you be rather thought to 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, exceilive grief the enemy of the living. Count. If the living be not enemy to the grief, the excefs makes it foon mortal, Ber. Madam, I defire your holy wishes. Count. Be thou bleft, Bertram, and fucceed thy father In manners as in fhape! thy blood and virtue By virtuous qualities here are not meant thofe of a moral kind, but such as are acquired by crudition and good-breeding. Under Under thy own life's key: be check'd for filence, Count. May heaven blefs him! Farewel, Bertram. [Exit Count Ber. [To Hel.] 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 must hold the credit of your father. [Exeunt Ber. and Laf. SCENE II. Hel. Oh were that all! I think not on my father, One that goes with him: I love him for his fake, That |