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COUNTESS

What hope is there of his majesty's amendment?

He hath abandoned his physicians, madam; under whose practises he hath persecuted time with hope.

BERTRAM

What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of?

A fistula, my lord.

BERTRAM

I heard not of it before.

I would it were not notorious. Was this gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon?

COUNTESS

Be thou blest, Bertram, and succeed thy father
In manners, as in shape! Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none: Be able. Farewell, my lord;
'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord,
Advise him.

He cannot want the best
That shall attend his love.

BERTRAM

[To HELENA] Be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her.

Farewell, pretty lady: you must hold the credit of your father.