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Par. Let me see: Marry, ill, to like him that ne'er it likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss 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 suited, but unsuitable: just like the brooch and tooth-pick, which wear not now: Your datea is better in your pie and your porridge, than in your cheek: And your virginity, your old virginity, is like one of our French withered pears; it looks ill, it eats dryly; marry, 'tis a withered pear; it was formerly better; marry, yet, 'tis a withered pear: Will you any thing with it?
Hel. Not my virginity yet.
Par. What one, i'faith ?
Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't,
? A quibble on date, which means age, and candied fruit.
Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes,
never Returns us thanks.
Enter a Page.
[Exit Page Par. Little Helen, farewell: 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 so kept you under, that you must needs be born under Mars.
Par. When he was predominant.
Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes thc 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, I cannot answer thee acutely: I will return perfect courtier ; in the which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize thee,
3 i. &. And show by realities what we now must only think.
so thou wilt be capable 4 of a courtier's counsel, and understand what advice shall thrust upon thee; else thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes thee away: fare well. When thou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast none, remember thy friends: get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee: so farewell.
[Exit. Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : 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 see, and cannot feed mine
4 i. e. Thou wilt comprehend it.
Paris. A Room in the King's Palace. Flourish of cornets. Enter the King of France, with
letters ; Lords and others attending. King. The Florentines and Senoys are by the
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
His love and wisdom,
He hath arm'd our answer,
It may well serve
What's he comes here?
6 The citizens of the small republic of which Sienna is the capital.
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; Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, Hath well compos’d thee. Thy father's moral parts May'st thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.
Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty'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 Into the service of the time, and was Discipled of the bravest: he lasted long; But on us both did haggish age steal on, And wore us out of act.' It much repairs7 me To talk of your good father : In his youth He had the wit, which I can well observe To-day in our young lords; but they may jest, Till their own scorn return to them unnoted, Ere they can hide their levity in honour. So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were, His equal had awak'd them; and his honour, Clock to itself, knew the true minute when Exception bid him speak, and, at this time, His tongue obey'd his 8 hand: who were below him He us'd as creatures of another place; And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks, Making them proud of his humility,
7 To repair here signifies to renovate.
8 His is put for itse