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. Lofs of virginity is rational increase; and there was never virgin got, 'till virginity was fiift loft. That, you were made of, is nietal to make virgins. Virginity, by being once loit, may be ten times found: by being ever kept, it is ever loft; 'tis too cold a companion ; away with't. | Hel. I will Itand for't a little, though therefore 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 mother, which is most infallibie difobedience. He, that hangs himself, is a virgin : virginity murders itself, and should be buried in highways out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate offendrels against nature. Virginity breeds mites; much like a cheese; consumes itself to the very paring, and so di:3 with feeding its own ftomach. Besides, virginity is peevith, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the most prohibited fin in the canon. Keep it not, you cannot chose but lose by't. Out with’t; within ten years it will make itself two, which is a goodly increate', and the principal itself not much the worie, 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’ı, while 'tis vendible. Answer the time of request. Vir

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

ginity,

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ginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out of fashion; richly suited, but unsuitable; just like the b.ouch 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

'tis a wither'd

pear.

Will

you any thing with it?

Hel. Not my virginity yet.
There shall your mafter 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 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 wilhing 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 few what we alone must think, which never
Returns us thanks.

Enter Page.
Page. Monfieur 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 cha. jitable ftar. Par. Under Mars, I.

Hel.

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 fo?
Hel. You go so much backward, when you fight.
Par. That's for advantage.

Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes fafety: but the composition, that your valour and fear makes in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the wcar well.

Par. I am so full of businesses, as I cannot answer the acutely: I will return perfect courtier ; in the which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize thee, so thou wilt be capable of courtiers counsel, and understand what advice fall thrust upon thee; else thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and thine igr.orance 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.

[Exit.
Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we ascribe to heav'n. The fated sky
Gives us free fcope ; only, doth backward pull
Our flow designs, when we ourselves are dull.

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 fuppose,
What hath been, cannot be.

Who ever ftrove
To lhew 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.-

What

power

SCENE

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 cousin 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.

į 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 Bertram.

King. Youth, thou bear'it thy father's face. Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, Ilath el 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 friend hip First try'd our foldiership : he did look far Into the service of the time, and was Discipled of the brav'it. He lafted long;

But

But on us both did haggish 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 or bitterness (4)
Were in him ; pride or sharpness, 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 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 pattime,

But