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all livelihood from her cheek. No more of this, Helena, go to, no more ; left it be rather thought you affect a forrow, than to have it.
Hel. I do affect a forrow, indeed, but I have it too.
Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, exceffive grief the enemy to the living.
Count. (2) If the living be not enemy to the grief, the excess makes it soon mortal.
Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes.
Laf. He cannot want the best,
[Exit Countes. Ber. [to Hel.] The best wishes, that can be forg'd in your thoughts, be servants to you ! Be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her.
Laf. Farewel, pretty lady, you must hold the credit of your father.
[Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu.
(2) If the living be Enemy to tbe Grief, the Excess makes it soon mortal.] This seems very obscure ; but the Addition of a Negative perfectly dispels all the Mist. If tbe Living be not Ene
Excessive Grief is an Enemy to the Living, says Lafeu : Yes, replies the Countess ; and if the Living be not Enemy to the Grief, [i. e. strive to conquer it,] the Excess makes it soon mortal.
Hel. Oh, were that all !
I think not on my
The hind, that would be mated by the lion,
idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relicks. Who comes here?
Par. Save you, fair Queen.
Hel. Ay: you have some stain of soldier in you ; 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 affails ; and our virginity, tho valiant, in the defence yet is weak : unfold to us some warlike resistance.
Par. There is none: man, setting down before you, will undermine you, and blow you up.
Hel. Bless our poor virginity from undermirers 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. Loss 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.
* Par. There's little can be said in't ; 'cis against the rule of nature. To speak on the part of virginity, is to accuse your mother; which is most infallible disobedience. He, that hangs himself, is a virgin : virginity murthers itself, and should be buried in highways out of all fanctified limit, as a desperate offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese ; consumes ittelf to the very paring, and so dies with feeding its own stomach. Besides, virginity is; peevish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the most prohibited fin in the canon. Keep it not, you cannot chuse but lose by't. Out with't; within ten years
it will make itself two, 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 gloss with lying. The longer kept, the less worth : off with't, while 'tig vendible. Answer the time of requeft. Virginity, like
an old courtier, wears her cap out of falhion : richly suted, but unfutable ; just like the brooch and the toothpick, 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 puis a wither'd pear. Will you any thing with it?
Hel. Not my virginity yet.
Par. What one, i faith?
[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 chabitable ftar.
Par. Under Mars, I.
Par. Why under Mars ?
Hel. The wars have kept you so under, that you must needs be born under Mars.
Pár. When he was predominant..
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, so thou wilt be capable of courtier's counsel, and understand. what advice shall thrust upon thee; else thou dieft in thine unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes theeaway ; farewel. When thou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou haft none, remember thy friends : get thee, au good husband, and use him as he uses thee :: fo farewel.
[Exita. 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 its which mounts my love so 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 strove 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..