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ALL's WELL,

THAT

ENDS WELL.

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Dramatis Perfonæ.

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.

Several young French Lords, that ferve with Bertram in

the Florentine war.

Sterward,

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Servants

Clown,

to the Countess of Rousillon.

Countess of Rousillon, mother to Bertram.

Helena daughter to Gerard de Narbon, a famous phy

fician, some time fince dead.

An old widow of Florence.

Diana, daughter to the widow.

Violenta,

Mariana,

} Neighbours, and friends to the widow:

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

SCENE lies partly in France; and, partly in Tuscany.

ALL'S Well, that ENDS Well.

ACTI.

SCENE, the Countess of Rousillon's House, in France.

Enter Bertram, the Countess of Roufilton, Helena> and Lafeu, all in Mourning.

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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 fubjection.

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; (1) whose worthiness would stir it up where it wanted, rather than flack it where there is such abundance.

(1) whose Worthiness would ftir it up where it wanted, rather than lack it where there is such Abundance.] An Oppofition of Terms is visibly design'd in this Sentence; tho' the Oppofition is not so visible, as the Terms now stand. Wanted and Abundance are the Opposites to one another; but how is lack a Contraft to ftir up? The Addition of a single Letter gives it, and the very Sense requires it. Mr. Warburton.

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Count. What hope is there of his Majesty's amend

ment?

Laf. He hath abandon'd his physicians, Madam, under 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, (O, that had! how sad a passage '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 fo: 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 ftill, if knowledge could be fet up against mortality.

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Ber. What is it, my good lord, the King languishes

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 fole child, my lord, and bequeathed to my overlooking. I have those hopes of her good, that her education promises her; disposition she 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 their fsimpleness she derives her honesty, and atchieves 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 forrows takes

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