_Count._ His sole child, my lord; and bequeathed to my overlooking. I have those hopes of her good that her education 35 promises; her dispositions 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 simpleness; she derives her honesty and achieves her goodness. 40 _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 sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek. No more of this, Helena, go to, no more; lest 45 it be rather thought you affect a sorrow than to have-- _Hel._ I do affect a sorrow, indeed, but I have it too. _Laf._ Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead; excessive grief the enemy to the living. _Count._ If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess 50 makes it soon mortal. _Ber._ Madam, I desire your holy wishes. _Laf._ How understand we that? _Count._ Be thou blest, Bertram, and succeed thy father In manners, as in shape! thy blood and virtue 55 Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, 60 But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will, That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down, Fall on thy head! Farewell, my lord; 'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord, Advise him. _Laf._ He cannot want the best 65 That shall attend his love. _Count._ Heaven bless him! Farewell, Bertram. [_Exit._ _Ber._ [_To Helena_] The best wishes that can be forged in your thoughts be servants to you! Be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her. 70 _Laf._ Farewell, pretty lady: you must hold the credit of your father. [_Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu._