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ALL'S Well, that Ends Well.
Actus primus.
Scoena Prima.
IN deliuering my sonne from me, I burie a se∣cond husband.
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 in subiection.
You shall find of the King a husband Madame, you sir a father. He that so generally is at all times good, must of necessitie hold his vertue to you, whose worthi∣nesse would stirre it vp where it wanted rather then lack it where there is such abundance.
What hope is there of his Maiesties amendment?
He hath abandon'd his Phisitions Madam, vn∣der whose practises he hath persecuted time with hope, and finds no other aduantage in the processe, but onely the loosing of hope by time.
This yong Gentlewoman had a father, O that had, how sad a passage tis, whose skill was almost as great as his honestie, had it stretch'd so far, would haue made nature immortall, and death should haue play for lacke of worke. Would for the Kings sake hee were li∣uing, I thinke it would be the death of the Kings disease.
How call'd you the man you speake of Madam?
He was famous sir in his profession, and it was his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon.
He was excellent indeed Madam, the King very latelie spoke of him admiringly, and mourningly: hee was skilfull enough to haue liu'd stil, if knowledge could be set vp against mortallitie.
What is it (my good Lord) the King languishes of?
A Fistula my Lord.
I heard not of it before.
I would it were not notorious. Was this Gen∣tlewoman the Daughter of Gerard de Narbon?
His sole childe my Lord, and bequeathed to my ouer looking. I haue those hopes of her good, that her education promises her dispositions shee inherits, which makes faire gifts fairer: for where an vncleane mind car∣ries vertuous qualities, there commendations go with pitty, they are vertues and traitors too: in her they are the better for their simplenesse; she deriues her honestie, and atcheeues her goodnesse.
Your commendations Madam get from her teares.
'Tis the best brine a Maiden can season her praise 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 more least it be rather thought you affect a sorrow, then to haue—
I doe affect a sorrow indeed, but I haue it too.
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessiue greefe the enemie to the liuing.
If the liuing be enemie to the greefe, the excesse makes it soone mortall.
Maddam I desire your holie wishes.
How vnderstand we that?
Heauen blesse him: Farwell Bertram.
The best wishes that can be forg'd in your thoghts be seruants to you: be comfortable to my mother, your Mistris, and make much of her.
Farewell prettie Lady, you must hold the cre∣dit of your father.