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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 preserve virginity. Lofo of virginity is rational increase; and there was never virgin got, 'till virginity was first 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 lost; ’tis too cold a companion ; away with't.

Hel. I will stand for't a little, though therefore I die a virgin.

Per. 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 mother, which is moit infallible disobedience. He, that hangs himself, is a virgin : vira ginity murders itself, and mould be buried in highways out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites; much like a . cheese; consumes itself to the very paring, and so dies with feeding its own ftomach. Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the most prohibited fin in the canon. Keep it not, you cannot chase but lose by't. Out with’t; within ten years it will make itself two), which is a goodly increale, and the principal itself not much the worle, 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 less worth: off with’t, while 'tis vendible. Answer the time of request. Vir

(3) It is not politick in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase; and there was never virgin gut, till virginity was for loft. The context seems to me rather to regoire--national increase; tho' I have not ventur'd to difturb che text, as the other reading will admit of a meaning.


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ginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out of fashion; richly suited, but unsuitable; juit like the biooch and the tooth-pick, which we 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

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Hel. Not my virginity yet.
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 Sovereign,
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
Of pretty fond adoptious christendoins,
'That blinking Cupid goflips. 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 the poorer born,
Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes,
Might with effects of them follow our friends;
And thew what we alone must think, which never
Returns us thanks.

Enter 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. Monfieur Parolles, you were born under a chavitable ftar. Par. Under Mars, I.


Hel. I especially think, under Mars.
Par. Why under Mars?

Hel. The wars have kept you so 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 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, as I cannot answer thee acutely: I will return perfect courtier; in the which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize thee, fo thou wilt be capable of courtiers counsel, and understand what advice Mall thrust upon thee; else trou dieft in thine unthankfulness, and thine igrorance 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 lie uses thee : so farewel.

Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we ascribe to heav'n. The fated sky
Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull
Our slow designs, 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 mightiest space in fortune nature brings
To join like likes ; and kiss, like native things.
Impossible be strange attempts, to those
That weigh their pain in sense; and do suppose,
What hath been, cannot be. Who ever Itrove
To thew her merit, that did miss her love?
The King's disease-my project may deceive me,
But my intents are fix’d, and will not leave me. [Exit,-

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SCENE changes to the Court of France. Flourish Cornets. Enter the King of France with letters,

and divers Attendants.

King. T Have fought with equal fortune, and continue

A braving war.

i 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 speedy aid ; wherein our dearest friend Prejudicates the bufiness, and would feem To have us make denial.

1 Lord. His love and wisdom, Approv'd fo to your Majesty, may plead For ample credence.

King. 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 fiand on either part.

2 Lord. It may well serve
A nursery to our gentry, who are fick
For breathing and exploit.
King. What's he comes here?

Enter Bertram, Lafeu and Parolles.
i Lord. It is the Count Roufillon, my good Lord,
Young Bertran.

King. Youth, thou bear'it thy father's face. Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts May'it thou inherit 100! Welcome to Paris.

Ber. My thanks and duty are your Majesty's.

King. I would, I had that corporal foundness now, As when thy father and myself in friendship First try'd our soldiership: he did look far luto the service of the time, and was Discipled of the brav'it. He lasted long;


But on us both did haggish age steal on,
And wore as 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 jelt,
Till their own scorn return to them unnoted,
· Ere they can hide their levity in honour :
So like a courtier, no contempt or bitterness (4)
Were in him ; pride or fharpness, if there were,
His equal had awak'd them; and his honour,
Clock to itself, knew the true minute when
Exceptions bid him speak; and at that time
His tongue obey'd his 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 humbled : Such a man
Might be a copy to these younger times ;
Which, follow'd well, would now demonstrate them

goers backward.
Ber. His good remembrance, Sir,
Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb;
So in approof lives not his epitaph,
As in your royal specch.

King. 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 To 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 fivarpness; if they were,

His equal bad awak'd tben. - ] This passage seems to very incorre@ly pointed, that the author's meaning is loft in the carelessness.

As the text and ftops are reform'd, these are most beautiful lines, and the sense this. He " had no contempt or bitterness; if he had any thing that look'd like o pride or sharpne,s, (of which qualities contempt and bitternefs are “ the excesses,) his equal had awaked them, not bis inferior; to " whom he scorn’d to discover any thing that bore the shadow of s pride or sharpness.

Mr, Warburton.


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