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in the defence yet is weak: unfold to us some warlike resistance.
Par. There is none: man, setting down before you, will undermine you, and blow you up.
Hel. Bless our poor virginity from underminers and blowers up! — Is there no military policy, how virgins might blow up men?
Par. Virginity being blown down, man will quicklier be blown up: marry, in blowing him down again, with the breach yourselves made, you lose your city. It is not politick in the commonwealth of nature, to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase ; and there was never virgin got, 'till virginity was first loft. That, you were made of, is metal to make virgins. Virginity, by being once loft, may be ten times found : by being ever kept, it is ever loft ; 'tis too cold à companion : away with’t.
Hel. I will stand for't a little, though therefore I die a virgin.
Par. There's little can be said in't ; 'tis against the rule of nature. To speak on the part of virginity, is to accuse your mother; which is most infallible disobedience. 'He, that hangs himself, is a virgin : virginity myrthers itself, and should be buried in highways out of all fanctified limit, as a desperate offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese ; consumes itself to the very paring, and so dies with feeding its own ftomach. Besides, virginity is peevith, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the most prohibited fin in the canon. Keep it not, you cannot chuse but lose by’t. Out with't; within ten years it will make itself two, which is a goodly increase, and the principal itself not much the worse. Away with't.
Hel. How might one do, Sir, to lose it to her own liking?
Par. Let me fee. Marry, ill, to like him that ne'er it likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the glofs with lying. The longer kept, the less worth : off with’t, while 'tis vendible. Answer the time of request. Virginity, like
an old courtier, wears her cap out of fashion: richly suted, but unsutable ; just like the brooch and the toothpick, which we wear not now : your date is better in your pye and your porridge, than in your cheek; and your virginity, your old virginity, is like one of our French wither'd pears; it looks ill, it eats drily; marry, 'tis a wither’d pear : it was formerly better; marry, yet 'cis a wither'd pear.
Will you any thing with it?
-and he is one
[Exit Page. Par. Little Helen, farewel ; if I can remember thee, I will think of thee at court.
Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitable star.
Par. Under Mars, I.
Par. Why under Mars?
Hel. The wars have kept you so under, that you must needs be born under Mars.
Par. When he was predominant.
Par. That's for advantage. "Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes safety: but the composition, that your valour and fear makes in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the wear well.
Par. I am so full of businesses, as I cannot answer thee acutely : I will return perfect courtier ; in the which, my instruction shall ferve to naturalize thee, so thou wilt be capable of courtier's counsel, and understand what advice shall thrust upon thee ; else thou dieft in thine unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes thee away; farewel. When thou hast leisure, say thy prayers ; when thou haft none, remember thy friends ; get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee : so farewel.
[Exit. Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heav'n. The fated sky Gives us free scope ; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. What power is it, which mounts my love so high, That makes me fee, and cannot feed mine eye? The mightiest space in fortune nature brings To join like likes ; and kiss, like native things. Impoflible be strange attempts, to those That weigh their pain in sense ; and do suppose, What hath been, cannot be. Who ever firove To Thew her merit, that did miss her love ? The King's disease--my project may deceive me, But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me.
SCENE changes to the Court of France. Flourish Cornets. Enter the King of France with letters,
and divers Attendants. "HE Florentines and Senoys are by th' ears ; Have fought with equal fortune, and con
tinue A braving war.
i Lord. So 'tis reported, Sir. King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it, A certainty vouch'd from our cousin Austria ; With caution, that the Florentine will move us For speedy aid ; wherein our dearest friend Prejudicates the business, and would seem To have us make denial.
i Lord. His love and wisdom, Approv'd fo to your Majesty, may plead For ample credence.
King. He hath arm’d our answer ;
2 Lord. It may well serve
Enter Bertram, Lafeu and Parolles. i Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good lord, young Bertram.
King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face.
Ber. My thanks and duty are your Majetty's.
King. I would, I had that corporal soundness now, As when thy father and myself in friendship
First try'd our soldiership: he did look far
fay, (3) So like a Courtier, no contempt or Dritterness
Were in his Pride or Sharpness ; if they were,
His Equal had awak'd them. -) This Passage seems so very incorrectly pointed, that the Author's Meaning is lost in the Carelessness. As the Text and Stops are reform’d, these are most beautiful Lines, and the Sense this- " He had no
Contempt or Bitterness; if he had any thing that look'd like « Pride or Sharpness, (of which Qualities Contempt and Bit
terness are the Excesses,) his Equal had awak'd them, not - his Inferior; to whom he scorn'd to discover any thing that " bore the Shadow of Pride or Sharpness." Mr. Warburton.