All's Well That Ends Well (Folio 1, 1623)
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¶
Enter yong Bertram Count of Rossillion, his Mother, and
¶Helena, Lord Lafew, all in blacke
¶
Mother
¶cond husband.
¶Ros And I in going Madam, weep ore my
¶fathers death anew; but I must attend his maie-
¶sties command, to whom I am now in Ward, euermore
10in subiection.
15it where there is such abundance.
20the loosing of hope by time.
¶Mo This yong Gentlewoman had a father, O that
¶made nature immortall, and death should haue play for
25lacke of worke. Would for the Kings sake hee were li-
¶his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon
30Laf He was excellent indeed Madam, the King very
¶latelie spoke of him admiringly, and mourningly: hee
35of?
¶Ros I heard not of it before.
¶Laf I would it were not notorious. Was this Gen-
¶tlewoman the Daughter of Gerard de Narbon
¶ouer looking. I haue those hopes of her good, that her
¶makes faire gifts fairer: for where an vncleane mind car-
¶ries vertuous qualities, there commendations go with
45pitty, they are vertues and traitors too: in her they are
¶Lafew Your commendations Madam get from her
¶teares.
¶in. The remembrance of her father neuer approches her
¶heart, but the tirrany of her sorrowes takes all liuelihood
¶from her cheeke. No more of this Helena go too, no
55to haue------
¶Laf Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead,
60makes it soone mortall.
¶In manners as in shape: thy blood and vertue
¶Share with thy birth-right. Loue all, trust a few,
¶Doe wrong to none: be able for thine enemie
¶Rather in power then vse: and keepe thy friend
¶Vnder thy owne lifes key. Be checkt for silence,
70But neuer tax'd for speech. What heauen more wil,
¶That thee may furnish, and my prayers plucke downe,
¶Fall on thy head. Farwell my Lord,
¶Aduise him.
¶That shall attend his loue.
¶be seruants to you: be comfortable to my mother, your
80Mistris, and make much of her.
¶dit of your father.
¶Hell O were that all, I thinke not on my father,
¶And these great teares grace his remembrance more
¶I haue forgott him. My imagination
¶Carries no fauour in't but Bertrams
¶I am vndone, there is no liuing, none,
¶If Bertram be away. 'Twere all one,
¶And think to wed it, he is so aboue me
¶In his bright radience and colaterall light,
Must
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