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blowers up ! Is there no military policy how virgins might blow up men ?

Þar. 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 politic 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 loft, may be ten times found; by being ever kept, it is ever loit; ’tis too cold a 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. As he that hangs himself, fo is a virgin :

Virginity murthers itself, and should be buried in « highways out of all sanctified límit, as a desperate < offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites, s much like a cheese ; consúmes itself to the very pa

ring, and fo dies with feeding its own stomach. Besides, virginity is peevith, proud, idle, made of felf-love; which is the most prohibited fin in the

canon. Keep it not, you cannot chule 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 fathion; richly futed, but unfutable : just like the brooch and the tooth-pick, 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 bet

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Hel. Not my virginity yet.
There shall your master have a thousand loves,
A mother, and a mistress, and a friend * ;
I know not what he shall-God send him well!-
The court's a learning place—and he is one

Par. What one, i' faith?
Hel. That I wish well—o'tis pity-
Par. What's pity?

Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't
Which might be felt; that we the poorer born,
Whose baler stars do shut us up in wishes,
Might with effects of them follow our friends :
And shew what we alone must think, which never
Returns us thanks.

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. I especially think under Mars.
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.
Hel. When he was retrograde, I think rather.
Par. Why think you fo?
Hel. You go so much backward, when you fight.

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and a friend,
A phenix, captain, and an enemy;
A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign;
A counsellor, a traitrefs, and a dear :
His humble ambition, proud humility;
His jarring concord; and his discord dulcet;
His faith, his sweet disaster; with a world

pretty fond adoptious Chritiendoms,
That blinking Cupid goslips. Now shall he
I know not, &c.

Par. That's for advantage.

Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes safety: but the composition, that your valour and fear makes fin you, is a virtue of a good ming; and I like the wear well.

Par. I am so full of businesses, as I cannot answer thee acutely: I will return perfeét courtier ; in the which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize thee, so thou wilt be capable of courtier's counsel, and understand what advice shall thrust upon thee; else thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes thee away: farewel. When thou halt leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast none, remember thy friends; get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee : fo farewel.

[Exit. S CE N E 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 flow designs, when we ourselves are dull. What power is it which mounts my love fo 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. Whoever strove To shew her merit, that did miss her love? The King's difease - my project inay deceive me, But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me. [Exit.

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Changes to the court of France. Flourish cornets. Enter the king of France with letters,

and divers attendants.
King. The Florentines and Senoys are by th' ears.;
Have fought with equal fortune, and continue
A braving war.

i Lord. So 'tis reported, Sir.
Vol. III.

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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 so to your Majesty, may plead For ample credence.

King. He hath arm'd our answer ;
And Florence is deny’d, before he comes :
Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see
The Tuscan service, freely have they leave
To stand on either part.

2 Lord. It may well serve
A nursery to our gentry, who are fick
For breathing and exploit.
King. What's he comes here?

Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles. i Lord. It is the Count Rousillon, my good Lord, Young Bertram.

King. Youth, thou bear'lt 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 brav'st. He lasted long;
But on us both did haggish age steal

on,
And wore us out of act. It much repairs 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, no contempt or bitterness
Were in him ; pride or sharpness, if there were,
His equal had awak'd them; and his honour,

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Clock to itself, knew the true minute when
Exceptions bid him speak; and at that time
His tongue obey'd his hand. Who were below him
He us’d as creatures of another place,
And bowd his eminent top to their low ranks ;
Making them proud; and his humility,
In their poor praise, he humbled. Such a man
Might be a copy to thefe 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 say,
(Methinks I hear him now; his plausive words
He fcatter'd not in ears, but grafted them
To grow there, and to bear), Let me not live-
(Thus his good melancholy oft began,
On the catastrophe and heel of paltime,
When it was out), let me not live (quoth he)
After my flame lacks oil; to be the fnuff
Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses
All but new things disdain ; whose judgments are
Mere fathers of their garments ; whose constancies
Expire before their fathions : this he wish’d.
I, after him, do after him wish too
(Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home)
È quickly were dissolved from my hive,
To give fome labourer room.

2 Lord. You're loved, Sir; They that least lend it you, shall lack you

firft. King. I fill a place, I know't. How long is't, Count, Since the physician at your father's died? He was much fam'd.

Ber. Some six months since, my Lord.

King. If he were living, I would try him yet;Lend me an arm;

the rest have worn me out With several applications ; nature and sickness Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, Count, My son's no dearer. Ber. Thank your Majesty. [Flourish. Exeunt.

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