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cheese; consumes itself to the very paring, and fo dies with feeding it's own ftomack. Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the most inhibited fin in the canon : Keep it not; you cannot choose but lose hy'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 see: Marry, ill, to like him that ne'er it likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss 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 fashion ; richly suted, but unsuteable : just 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 witherd

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 : There shall your master have a thousand loves, A mother, and a mistress, and a friend, A phenix, captain, and an enemy, A guide, a goddess, and a fovereign, A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear; His humble ambition, proud humility, His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet, His faith, his sweet disaster ; with a world

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Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms,
That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he-
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. 'Tis pity.
Par. What's pity ?

Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't,
Which might be felt : that we, poorer born,
Whose bafer 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 a Page.
Pag. Monsieur 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.

PAR. Under Mars I.
HEL. I especially think, under Mars.
PAR. Why under Mars?

Hel. The wars have so 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 so 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 so full of businesses, I cannot answer thee acutely: I will return perfect courtier; in the which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize thee, so hou wilt be capable of a courtier's counsel, and understand what advice shall thrust upon thee ; else thou dyeft in thine unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes thee away; farewel: When thou hast 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.

[Exeunt PAROLLES, and Page. HEL. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lye, Which we ascribe to heaven : 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 ; 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. Impossible be strange attempts, to those That weigh their pains in fense; and do suppose, What hath been cannot be : Who ever strove To fhew her merit, that did miss her love ? The king's disease-my project may deceive me,

my intents are fixt, and will not leave me. [Exit.


SCENE II. Paris. A Room in the King's Palace.

Enter the King of France, with Letters ;

Lords, and divers other, attending.
Kin. The Florentines and Senoys are by the ears ;
Have fought with equal fortune, and continue
A braving war.

1. L. So 'uis reported, fir. Kin. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here T 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 feem To have us make denial.

1. L. His love, and wisdom,
Approv'd so to your majesty, may plead
For ampleft credence.

Kin. 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. 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,

and Others.
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 soundness now, As when thy father, and myself, in friendship, Firft try'd our soldiership! He did look far Into the service of the time, and was

Discipld of the bravest : he lasted long ;
But on us both did haggilh 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 nor bitterness
Were in him, pride or sharpness; if they were,
His equal had awak?d them; and his honour,
Clock to itself, knew the true minute when
Exception bid him speak, and, at this time,
His tongue obey'd it's hand : who were below him,
He us’d as creatures of another place ;
And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,
Making them proud of his humility,
In their poor praise he humbl’d: Such a man
Might be a copy to these younger times;
Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them now
But goers backward.

Ber. His good remembrance, fir,
Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb;
So his approof lives not in epitaph,
As in your royal speech.

Kin. 'Would I were with him! He would always say,
(Methinks, I hear him now; his plausive words
He scatter'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 pastime,
When it was out, let me not live, quoth he,

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