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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 stand 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 speak on the part of virginity, is to accuse your mother; which is most infallible difobedience. He that hangs himself is like a virgin virginity murders itself, and should 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 on its own ftomach. Befides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the most prohibited fin in the canon: keep it not, you cannot choose but loose by't: out with't: within ten years it will make itself 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, and 'tis a commodity will lofe the glofs with lying. The longer kept, the lefs worth: off with't while 'tis vendible. Answer the time of request. Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out of fashion, richly fuited, but unfuitable; just like the brooch and the toothpick, which we wear not now: your date is better in your pie 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, yes, 'tis a wither'd pear: will you any thing with it?
Hel. Not my virginity yet. You're for the court:
That blinking Cupid goffips. Now fhall he-
Hel. That I wish well- 'tis pity—
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 star.
Hel. I efpecially 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.
Par. Why think you so?
Hel. You go fo much backward when you fight.
Hel. So is running away, when fear propofes safety: but the compofition that your valour and fear make in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the wear well.
Par. I am fo full of business, I cannot answer thee acutely: I will return perfect courtier; in the which my inftruction shall serve to naturalize thee, fo thou wilt be capable of courtiers' counsel, and understand what advice shall thrust upon thee; else thou diest 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 ufe him as he uses thee: fo farewel. [Exit.
Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
The Court of France.
Flourish Cornets. Enter the King of France with letters, and divers Attendants.
A braving war.
HE Florentines and Senois are by th'ears,
Have fought with equal fortune, and continue
1 Lord. So 'tis reported, fir.
King. Nay, 'tis moft credible; we here receive it
U u 2
Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles. I 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 majesty's.
So like a courtier, no contempt or bitterness
And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,
In their poor praise he humbled: fuch a man
Which, follow'd well, would now demonstrate them
Ber. His remembrance, fir,
Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb:
As in your royal fpeech.
King. 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, (Thus his good melancholy oft began On the catastrophe and heel of pastime When it was out) let me not live, quoth he, After my flame lacks oil, to be the fnuff Of younger fpirits, whose apprehensive senses All but new things disdain; whose judgments are Mere fathers of their garments; whofe conftancies Expire before their fashions. This he wifh'd: I, after him, do after him wish too, Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring home, I quickly were diffolved from my hive, To give some labourers room.
2 Lord. You're loved, fir; They that least lend it you fhall lack you firft. King. I fill a place, I know't. How long is't, count,