All's Well That Ends Well

[Enter BERTRAM, the COUNTESS OF ROUSILLON, HELENA, and LAFEU, all
in black.]


COUNTESS.
In delivering my son from me, I bury a second husband.


BERTRAM.
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 subjection.


LAFEU.
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; whose worthiness would stir it up where it
wanted, rather than lack it where there is such abundance.


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


LAFEU.
He hath abandoned his physicians, madam; under whose practices he
hath persecuted time with hope; and finds no other advantage in
the process but only the losing of hope by time.


COUNTESS.
This young gentlewoman had a father - O, that 'had!' how