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ginity, like an old courtier, wears' her cap out of
Fathion; richly suited, but unsuitable; just like the
brooch and the tooth-pick, which we wear not 'now :
your date is better in your pye and your porridge, thart
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'a pear. Will you any
thing with it?
Hel. Not my virginity yet.
There Mall you 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 traitrefs, and a dear;
His humble ambition, proud humility;
His jarring concord; and his difcord dulcet;
His faith, his sweet difaster; with a worla
Of pretty fond adoptious christendoms,
That blinking Cupid go flips. 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 wil 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,
Whöfe bafer stars do fhut us up in wifhes,
Might with effects of them follow our friends ;
And thew what we alone muft think, which 'never
Returns us thanks.
Page. Monfieur Parolles, My Lord calls for you.
[Exit Pages Par. Little Helen, farewel; if I can remember thee, 1 will think of thee at court.
Hel. Monsieur Purolles, you were boră under a charitable star. fur. Uuder Mars, I.
Hel. I especially think, under Mars.
Par. Why ünder Mars?
Hel. The wars have kept you so under, that you muft neeis 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 safety : but the compofition, that your valour and fear makes, in 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 instruction shall serve to naturalize thee, fo, thou wilt be capable of courtiers counsel, and under. , tand what advice fhall thrust upon thee; else thou , dieft in thine unthankfulnefs, 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 hufband, and use him as he uses thee: so farewel.
Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we ascribe to heav'n.
The fatal 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 so high,,
That makes me fee, and cannot feed mine eye?
The mightief space in fortune nature brings
To join like likes; and kiss, like native things.
Impoffible 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.
SCENE changes to the Court of France. Flourish Cornets. Enter the King of France with letters,
and divers Aitendants. King. HE Florentines and Senoys are by th' ears;
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 Auftria;
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.
i Lord. His love and wisdom, Approv'd so 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 Tufan service, freely have they leave
To stand 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.
1 Lord. It is the Count Rousillon, my good Lorda,
King. Youth, thou bear'ít thy father's face.
Frank nature, rather curious than in hafte,
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.
King. I would, I had that corporal soundness now,
As when thy father and myself in friendship
First try'd our foldiership : he did look far
Into the service of the im', and was
Discipled of the brav't. He lasted long;
But on us both did haggith 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 bitternefs (4)
Were in him:; pride or harpness,, 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 torgue 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 demonftrate them
But goers backwards
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 speech.
King. Would, I were with him! he would always fayz (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, (Thas his good melancholy oft began, On the cataftrophe and heel of pastime,
(4) So like a courtier, no contempt or bitterness
Were in his pride or farpness; if they were,
His equal bad awak' bem.-- } This paffage seems. fo very incorreétly pointed, that the author's meaning is loft in the carelessness. As the text and Atops are tee form'd, these are most beautiful lines, and the sense this. He " had no contempt or bi'terness.; if he had any thing that look'd like " pride or sharpness, (of which qualities contempt and bitterness are « 'the excelles, i his equal had awak'd, them, not his inferior;; to " whom he scorn'd to discover any thing that bore the shadow of “ pride or farpaess."
Mr. Warburton, &
When it was out,) let me not live, (quoth her)
After my flame lacks oil ; to be the snuff
Of younger spirirs, whose apprehensive fenses
All but new things disdain ; whofe judgments are
Mere fathers of their garments ;, whose constancies
Expire before their fathions :-this he wilde
], after him, do after him with too,
(Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring home)
I quickly were diffolved from my hive,
To give some labourers room.
2 Lord, You're loved, Sir's
They, that least lend it you, hall lack you for ft.
King. I hll a place, I know't. How long is't, Count,
Since the physician at your father's died?
He was much fam'd.
Ber. Some fix months, since, my Lord.
King. If he were living, I would try him yet ;-
Lend me an army-the reft have woro me out
With feveral applications; bature and fickness.
Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, Count,
My fon's no dearer,
Ber. Thank your Majeftyó [Flourish, Exeunt.
SCENE changes to the Countess's at Rousillon,
Enter Countess, Steward and Clown.
Will now hear ; what say you of this gentle.
Stew. Madam, the care I have had to even your
content, I wish might be found in the calendar, of my
paft endeavours ; (5) for then we wound our modesty,
(5) For sben we wound our modesty, and make foul tbe clearness of aut deservings, roben" of ourselves we publish oben.] This Sentiment our author has again inculcated in his Troilus and Creffida.
The worthiness of praise diftains his worth,
If he, that's prais'd, himself bring the pra:fe forth. I won't pretend, that Shakespeare is here creading in the Heps of febylus; but that poet bas something in his Agamemnon, which mighé very well be a foundation to what our author has advanced in both these pallages.