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all livelihood from her cheek. No more of this, Helena, go to, no more; left it be rather thought you affe&t 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 excefs makes it foon mortal.
Ber. Madam, I defire your holy wishes.
Laf. How understand we that?
Count. Be thou blest, Bertram, and fucceed thy fa-
In manners as in fhape! thy blood and virtue
'Tis an unfeafon'd courtier, good my lord,
Laf. He cannot want the beft,
That fhall attend his love.
Count. Heav'n blefs him! Farewel, Bertram.
[Exit Countes. Ber. [to Hel.] The best wishes, that can be forg'd in your thoughts, be fervants to you! Be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her. Laf. Farewel, pretty lady, you must hold the credit your father. [Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu.
(2) If the living be Enemy to the Grief, the Excess makes it feon mortal.] This seems very obfcure; but the Addition of a Negative perfectly difpels all the Mift. If the Living be not EneExceffive Grief is an Enemy to the Living, fays Lafeu: Yes, replies the Countefs; and if the Living be not Enemy to the Grief, [i. e. ftrive to conquer it,] the Excess makes it foon mortal.
Hel. Oh, were that all!
I think not on my
And these great tears grace his remembrance more,
What was he like?
I have forgot him. My imagination
One, that goes with him: I love him for his fake,
Think him a great way fool, folely a coward;
That they take place, when virtue's fteely bones
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 foldier in you; let me ask you a queftion. 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 fome warlike refiftance.
Par. There is none: man, fetting 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 yourfelves made, you lofe your city. It is not politick in the commonwealth of nature, to preferve virginity. Lofs of virginity is rational increase ; and there was never virgin got, 'till virginity was firft 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 loft; '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 faid in't; 'tis against the rule of nature. To fpeak on the part of virginity, is to accuse your mother; which is most infallible difobedience. He, that hangs himself, is a virgin virginity murthers itself, and thould be buried in highways out of all fanctified limit, as a defperate offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese; confumes itfelf to the very paring, and fo dies with feeding its own ftomach. Befides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of felf-love, which is the moft prohibited fin in the canon. Keep it not, you cannot chufe 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
Hel. How might one do, Sir, to lose it to her own liking?
Par. Let me fee. Marry, ill, to like him that ne'er it likes. 'Tis a commodity will lofe the glofs with lying. The longer kept, the lefs worth off with't, while 'tis vendible. Anfwer the time of request. Virginity, like:
an old courtier, wears her cap out of fashion: richly
There fhall your mafter have a thousand loves,
Now fhall he
-God fend him well!.
Hel. That I wish well-'tis pity—
Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't,
Page. Monfieur Parolles,
My lord calls for you.
Par. Little Helen, farewel; if I can remember thee, I will think of thee at court.
Hel.. Monfieur Parolles, you were born under a chasitable flar.
Par. Under Mars, I.
Hal. I efpecially think, under Mars.
Par. Why under Mars?
Hel. The wars have kept you fo under, that you must needs be born under Mars.
Par. When he was predominant..
Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, rather.
Hel. You go fo much backward, when you fight..
Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes fafety: 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 fhall ferve to naturalize thee, so thou wilt be capable of courtier's counfel, and understand what advice fhall thruft upon thee; elfe thou dieft in thine unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes theeaway; farewel. When thou haft leisure, fay thy prayers; when thou haft none, remember thy friends: get thee a good husband, and use him as he ufes thee: fo farewel. [Exits.
Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
my project may deceive me, But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me..