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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 lose your city. (3) 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 fift 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 accuse your mother; which is most infallible difobedience. He, that hangs himself, is a virgin: virginity murders itself, and fhould be buried in highways out of all fanctified limit, as a defperate offendrefa against nature. Virginity breeds mites; much like acheese; confumes itfelf 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 chafe but lofe by't. Out with't; within ten years it will make itfelf two, which is a goodly increaft, and the principal itfelf not much the worie. Away 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 neʼer · 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 request. Vir
(3) 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 firft loft. The context feems to me rather to require-national increafe; tho' I have not ventur'd to difturb the text, as the other reading will admit of a meaning.
ginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out of tafhion; richly fuited, but unfuitable; juft like the b.ooch and the tooth-pick, which we wear not now: date is better in your pye and your 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.
There fhall your mafter have a thousand loves,
That blinking Cupid goffips. Now fhall he-
Hel. That I wish well-'tis pity
Par. What's 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 cha ritable 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 muft 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 safety: but the compofition, that your valour and fear makes 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, fo thou wilt be capable of courtiers counsel, and underftand what advice fhall thrust 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 ufe him as he
ufes thee: fo farewel.
Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we afcribe to heav'n. The fated fky Gives us free fcope; only, doth backward pull Our flow defigns, 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 mightieft fpace in fortune nature brings To join like likes; and kifs, like native things. Impoffible be ftrange attempts, to thofe That weigh their pain in fenfe; and do fuppofe, What hath been, cannot be. Who ever ftrove To fhew her merit, that did mifs her love? The King's difeafe-my project may deceive me, But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me. [Exit.
SCENE changes to the Court of France.
Enter the King of France with letters, and divers Attendants.
HE Florentines and are th' ears;
King T 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, A certainty vouch'd from our coufin 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.
1 Lord. His love and wisdom,
Approv'd fo to your Majefty, may plead
King. He hath arm'd our anfwer;
2 Lord. It may well ferve
A nursery to our gentry, who are fick
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'it thy father's face. Frank nature, rather curious than in hafte,
Hath well, compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts May't thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.
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 Firft try'd our foldiership: he did look far Into the fervice of the time, and was Difcipled of the brav'ft. He lafted long;
But on us both did haggish age fteal on,
And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks;
In their poor praife he humbled: Such a man
Might be a copy to these younger times;
Which, follow'd well, would now demonftrate them
But goers backward.
Ber. His good remembrance, Sir,
Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb;
As in your royal specch.
King. Would, I were with him! he would always fay,
(Methinks, I hear him now; his plaufive words
He fcatter'd not in ears, but grafted them
grow there and to bear ;) Let me not live,
(Thus his good melancholy oft began,
On the catastrophe and heel of paftime,
(4) So like a courtier, no contempt or bitterness
Were in his pride or fharpness; if they were,
This paffage feems so very incorrealy pointed, that the author's meaning is loft in the carelessness. As the text and ftops are reform'd, thefe are most beautiful lines, and the fenfe this. He
had no centemit or bitterness; if he had any thing that look'd like "pride or sharpnes, (of which qualities contempt and bitterness are "the exceffes,) his equal had awaked them, not his inferior; to "whom he fcorn'd to difcover any thing that bore the shadow of "pride or fharpness. Mr. Warburton.