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His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,
One that goes with him: I love him for his sake ;
Par. Save you, fair queen.
Hel. Ay: you have some stain of soldier in you ; let me ask you a question. Man is enemy to virgia nity ; how may we barricado it against him?
Par. Keep him out.
Hel. But he assails ; and our virginity, tho' valiant, in the defence yet is weak: unfold to us some warlike resistance.
Par. There is none : man sitting down before youy
blowers up!-Is there no military policy, how vir. gins 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 lost. That you were made of, is metal to make virgins. Virginity, by being once lost, may be ten times found : by being ever kept, it is ever lost : 'tis too cold a companion : away with it.
Hel. I will stand for't a little, though therefore I die a virgin.
139 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 mothers; which is most infallible disobedience. He, that hangs himself, is a virgin : virginity murders itself: and should be buried in highways, out of all sanctified 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 stomach. Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the most inhibited sin in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose 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 see. Marry, ill, to like him that
Par. What's pity?
Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't,
Enter Page. Page. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you.
[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.
Hel. The wars have kept you so under, that you must needs be born under Mars.
201 Par. When he was predominant. Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, rather. Par. Why think you so ? Hel. You go so much backward, when you fight. Par. That's for advantage.
Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes the 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.
210 Par. I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer
thee acutely: I will return perfect courtier; in the