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.
Laf. Farewell, pretty lady: you [must hold] the credit
of your father.
[Exeunt] Bertram and Lafeu.
Hel. O, were that all! I think not on my father;
And these great tears grace his remembrance more
Than [those I] shed for him. What was he like?