DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

KING of France.

Duke of Florence.

BERTRAM, Count of Roufillon.

LAFEU, an old Lord.

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,

RD'} Servants to the Countess of Roufillon.

CLOWN,

Countess of Roufillon, Mother to BERTRAM.

HELENA, Daughter to GERARD DE NARBON, a famous Phyfician,

Some time fince dead.

An old Widow of Florence.

DIANA, Daughter to the Widow.

VIOLENTA, Neighbours and friends to the Widow.

MARIANA,

Lords attending on the King, Officers, Soldiers, &c.

SCENE lies partly in France, and partly in Tuscany.

The plot taken from Boccace, Decam. 3. Nov. 9.

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.

ACT I. SCENE I.

Roufillon in France.

Enter Bertram, the Countess of Roufillon, Helena, and Lafeu, all in mourning.

COUNTESS.

N delivering up my fon from me, I bury a fecond husband. Ber. And in going, madam, I 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 fubjection.

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Laf. You shall find of the king a husband, madam; you, fir, 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 fuch abundance.

Count. What hope is there of his majesty's amendment ?

Laf. He hath abandon'd his physicians, madam; under whose 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 skill was almoft as great as his honefty; had it ftretch'd so 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 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.

Count. He was famous, fir, in his profession, 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 lived ftill, if knowledge could be fet 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 those 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; she derives her honesty, and atchieves her goodness.

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

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 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, excessive grief the enemy of the living.

Count. If the living be not enemy to the grief, the excess 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 birthright! Love all, trust a few,

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By virtuous qualities here are not meant those of a moral kind, but fuch as are acquired by erudition, and good breeding.

Do

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 speech. What heav'n 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 beft, that shall attend
His love.

Count. May heaven bless 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. O, were that all! I think not on my father;
And these great tears grace his remembrance more
Than they are shed for him. What was he like?

I have forgot him: my imagination

Carries no favour in it, but my Bertram's.
I am undone; there is no living, none,
If Bertram be away. It were all one
That I fhould love a bright partic'lar ftar,
And think to wed it; he is fo above me:
In his bright radiance and collateral light
Muft I be comforted, not in his fphere.
Th'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

Of every line and trick of his fweet 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,
And yet I know him a notorious liar;

Think him a great way fool, wholly a coward;
Yet these fix'd evils fit fo fit in him,

That they take place, when virtue's fteely bones
Look bleak in the cold wind; full oft we fee
Cold wisdom waiting on fuperfluous folly.

SCENE III.

Par. 'Save you, fair queen.

Hel. And you, monarch.

Par. No.

Hel. And no.

Par. Are you meditating on virginity?

Hel. Ay: you have fome stain of foldier in you; let me ask you a queftion: Man is enemy to virginity; how may we barricado it against him to keep him out? for he affails; and our virginity, though valiant, in the defence yet is weak: unfold to us fome warlike refiftance.

Par. There is none: man, fetting 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 your felves made you lofe your city. It is not politick in the commonwealth of nature, to preserve virginity. Lofs of virginity is national increase, and there was never virgin got, till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity, by