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her sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek. No more of this, Helena, go to, no more; lest it be rather thought you affect a sorrow, than to bave.
Hel. I do affect a sorrow, indeed, but I have it too.
Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living. Count. If the living be enemy to the grief, the excefs makes it soon nortal.
Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes.
Count. Be thou blest, Bertram! and succeed thy father
In manners, as in shape! thy blood, and virtue, Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness Share with thy birth-right! Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power, than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will,
That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down,
Fall on thy head! Farewell. My lord, 'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord, Advise him.
Laf. He cannot want the best, That shall attend his love.
Count, Heaven blefs him!
Farewell, Ber[Exit Countefs.]
Ber. The best wishes, that can be forged in your thoughts, [to Helena.] be servants to you! Be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her.
Laf. Farewell, pretty lady: You must hold the credit of your father.
[Exeunt BERTRAM and LAFEU.]
Hel. O, were that all!
great tears grace
his remembrance more,
Than those I shed for him. What was he like?
One that goes with him: I love him for his sake; And yet I know him a notorious liar,
Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him,
That they take place, when virtue's steely bones. Look bleak in the cold wind: withal, full oft we
Gold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
Par. Save you, fair queen.
Hel, And you, monarch,
Hel. And no.
Par. Are you meditating on virginity? Hel. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in let me ask you a question: Man is enemy
to virginity; how may we barricado it against him?
Par. Keep him out.
Hel. But he assails; and our virginity, though valiant, in the defence yet is weak: unfold to us some warlike resistance.
Par. There is none; man, sitting down before you, will undermine you, and blow you up.
Hel. Blefs our poor virginity from underminers, and 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. It is not politick in the commonwealth of nature, to preserve virginity. Lofs 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 lost, may be ten times found: by being ever kept, is ever lost: 'tis too cold a companion; away with it.
Hel. I will stand for't a little, though there fore 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 mothers; which is most infallible disobedience. He that hangs himself, is a virgin: virginity murders itself; and should be buried in highways, out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate offendrefs against nature. Virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese; consumes itself to the very paring, and so dies with feeding his own stomach. Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the most inhibited sin in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose but lose 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, sir, 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 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 suited, but unsuitable 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 dryly; 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 shall your master have a thousand loves,
The court's a learning place;
God send him well!
and he is one
Par. What one, i'faith?
Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't, Which might be felt that we, the poorer born, Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes, Might with effects of them follow our friends,
And shew what we alone must think; wich never Returns us thanks.
Enter a 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.
Hel. The wars have so kept you under, that you must needs be born under Mars.
Pur. When he was predominant.
Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, rather.
Ilel. You go so much backward, when you fight.
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 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 natu ralize thee, so thou wilt be capable of a 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 hast leisure, say thy prayers; when. thou hast none, remember thy friends: get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee: so farewel. [Exit.] Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lic, Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull