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in the defence yet is weak: unfold to us fome warlike refistance.
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 preferve 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 against the rule of nature. To fpeak on the part of virginity, is to accufe your mother; which is moft infallible difobedience. He, that hangs himfelf, is a virgin : virginity murthers itself, and fhould be buried in highways out of all fanctified limit, as a defperate offendrefs against nature. Virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese; confumes itself 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 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. with't.
Hel. How might one do, Sir, to lofe 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
There fhall your master have a thousand loves,
Now fhall he
-God fend him well!-
Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't,
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 charitable ftar.
Par. Under Mars, I.
Hel. I especially think, under Mars.
Par. Why under Mars?
Hel. The wars have kept you fo under, that you must 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 proposes 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 inftruction fhall ferve to naturalize thee, so thou wilt be capable of courtier's counsel, and understand what advice fhall thruft upon thee; elfe thou dieft in thine 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. [Exit.
Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
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 moft credible; we here receive it, A certainty vouch'd from our cousin Austria ; With caution, that the Florentine will move us For fpeedy aid; wherein our dearest friend Prejudicates the bufinefs, and would feem To have us make denial.
I Lord. His love and wisdom,
King. He hath arm'd our anfwer;
2 Lord. It may well ferve
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.
Ber. My thanks and duty are your Majefty's. King. I would, I had that corporal foundness now, As when thy father and myself in friendship
First try'd our foldiership: he did look far
In their poor praise he humbled: Such a man
Ber. His good remembrance, Sir,
Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb;
As in your royal speech.
King. 'Would, I were with him! he would always
(3) So like a Courtier, no Contempt or Bitterness
Were in his Pride or Sharpness; if they were,
His Equal had awak'd them.] This Paffage feems fo very incorrectly pointed, that the Author's Meaning is loft in the Carelessnefs. 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 Exceffes,) his Equal had awak'd them, not "his Inferior; to whom he fcorn'd to discover any thing that "bore the Shadow of Pride or Sharpness." Mr. Warburton.