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cheese; confumes itself to the very paring, and fo dies with feeding it's own ftomack. Befides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of felf-love, which is the moft inhibited fin in the canon: Keep it not; you cannot choose but lose by't: Out with't: within ten years it will make itfelf ten, which is a goodly increase; and the principal itself not much the worse : Away with't.
HEL. How might one do, fir, 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 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 unfuteable: juft like the brooch, and the tooth-pick, which 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. You're for the court :
A phoenix, captain, and an enemy,
6 itfelfe two, 17 which were not
Of pretty, fond, adoptious chriftendoms,
HEL. That I wish well. 'Tis pity.
HEL. That wishing well had not a body in't,
Might with effects of them follow our friends,
Enter a Page.
Pag. 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 fo kept you 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. 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
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the wear well.
PAR. I am fo full of busineffes, 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 a courtier's counsel, and understand what advice fhall thrust upon thee; elfe thou dyeft in thine unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes thee away; farewel: When thou haft leisure, fay thy prayers; when thou haft none, remember thy friends: get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee: fo farewel. [Exeunt PAROLLES, and Page. HEL. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lye, Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky Gives us free fcope; only, doth backward pull Our flow defigns, when we ourselves are dull. What power is it, which mounts my love so high; Which makes me fee, and cannot feed mine eye? The mightiest space in fortune nature brings To join like likes, and kiss like native things. Impoffible be strange attempts, to those That weigh their pains in fense; and do fuppose, What hath been cannot be: Who ever ftrove To fhew her merit, that did mifs her love? The king's disease-my project may deceive me, But my intents are fixt, and will not leave me. [Exit.
SCENE II. Paris. A Room in the King's Palace.
1. L. So 'tis reported, fir.
Kin. Nay, 'tis moft credible; we here † receive it A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Auftria, With caution, that the Florentine will move us For fpeedy aid; wherein our dearest friend Prejudicates the business, and would feem To have us make denial.
1. L. His love, and wisdom, Approv'd fo to your majefty, may plead For ampleft credence.
Kin. He hath arm'd our anfwer,
And Florence is deny'd before he comes:
2. L. It well may serve
A nursery to our gentry, who are fick
For breathing, and exploit.
Kin. What's he comes here?
Enter BERTRAM, with Lafeu, Parolles,
1. L. It is the count Rofillion, my good lord, Young Bertram.
Kin. 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. Kin. 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 Into the service of the time, and was
Difcipl'd of the bravest: he lasted long ;
And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,
In their poor praise he humbl'd: Such a man
Might be a copy to these younger times;
Which, follow'd well, would démonftrate them now
But goers backward.
BER. His good remembrance, fir,
Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb;
As in your royal speech.
Kin. 'Would I were with him! He would always fay,
(Methinks, I hear him now; his plaufive words
He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them,
To grow there, and to bear) Let me not live,-
10 in his pride, 14 obey'd his hand.