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in the defence yet is weak: unfold to us fome warlike refiftance.
Par. There is none: man, fetting down before you, will undermine you, and blow you up.
Hel. Blefs 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 lofe your city. It is not politick in the commonwealth of nature, to preserve virginity. Lofs 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 a companion away with't.
Hel. I will ftand for't a little, though therefore I die a virgin.
Par. There's little can be faid in't; 'tis againft the rule of nature. To fpeak on the part of virginity, is to accuse your mother; which is most infallible difobedience. He, that hangs himself, is a virgin virginity murthers itself, and should be buried in highways out of all fanctified limit, as a defperate offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese; confumes itfelf to the very paring, and fo dies with feeding its own ftomach. Befides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of felf-love, which is the moft prohibited fin in the canon. Keep it not, you cannot chufe but lofe 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 worfe. 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 lofe the glofs with lying. The longer kept, the lefs worth: off with't, while 'tis vendible. Anfwer the time of requeft. Virginity, like
an old courtier, wears her cap out of fashion: richly futed, but unfutable; 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 'tis a wither'd pear. Will you any thing with it?
Hel. Not my virginity yet.
There fhall your matter have a thousand loves,
Now fhall he
I know not, what he fhallGod fend him well!
The court's a learning place
and he is one
Hel. That I wish well-'tis pity——
Par. What's pity?
Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't,
Might with effects of them follow our friends:
Page. Monfieur Parolles,
My lord calls for you.
Par. Little Helen, farewel; if I can remember thee, I will think of thee at court.
Hel. Monfieur Parolles, you were born under a chasitable ftar.
Par. Under Mars, I.
Hel. I especially think, under Mars.
Par. Why under Mars?
Hel. The wars have kept you so under, that needs be born under Mars.
Par. When he was predominant.
Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, rather.
Hel. You go fo much backward, when you fight.
Hel. So is running away, when fear propofes fafety: but the compofition, that your valour and fear makes in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the wear well.
Par. I am fo full of bufineffes, as I cannot answer thee acutely I will return perfect courtier; in the which, my instruction fhall ferve to naturalize thee, so thou wilt be capable of courtier's counfel, and understand. what advice fhall thruft upon thee; elfe thou dieft inthine unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes thee away; farewel. When thou haft leifure, fay thy prayers; when thou haft none, remember thy friends: get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee: fo farewel.
Hel. Our remedies oft in ourfelves do lie,
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 continue
A braving war.
1 Lord. So 'tis reported, Sir.
King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it,
1 Lord. His love and wisdom, Approv'd fo to your Majefty, may plead For ample credence.
King. He hath arm'd our anfwer;
2 Lord. It may well ferve
A nursery to our gentry, who are fick
King. What's he comes here?
Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles.
1 Lord. It is the count Roufillon, my good lord, young Bertram.
King. Youth, thou bear'ft thy father's face.
Frank nature, rather curious than in hafle,
Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts
Ber. My thanks and duty are your Majefty's.
First try'd our foldierfhip: he did look far
And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks;
In their poor praise he humbled: Such a man
Might be a copy to these younger times;
Which, follow'd well, would now demonstrate them
But goers backward.
Ber. His good remembrance, Sir,
Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb;
So in approof lives not his epitaph,
As in your royal speech.
King. 'Would, I were with him! he would always fay,
(3) So like a Courtier, no Contempt or Bitterness Were in his Pride or Sharpness; if they were,
His Equal bad awak'd them.
-] This Paffage seems fo very incorrectly pointed, that the Author's Meaning is loft in the Carelessness. As the Text and Stops are reform'd, these are most beautiful Lines, and the Senfe 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"ternefs are the Exceffes,) his Equal had awak'd them, not "his Inferior; to whom he scorn'd to difcover any thing that "bore the Shadow of Pride or Sharpness."