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itself ten,

Count. If the living be enemy to the grief, the Par. There is none; man, sitting down before excess makes it soon mortal.

you, will undermine you, and blow you up. Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes.

Hel. Bless our poor virginity from underminers, Laf. How understand we that ?

and blowers up ! - Is there no military policy, how Count. Be thou blest, Bertram! and succeed thy virgins might blow up men ? father

Par. Virginity, being blown down, man will In manners, as in shape! thy blood, and virtue, quicklier be blown up: marry, in blowing him down Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness again, with the breach yourselves made, you lose Share with thy birth-right! Love all, trust a few, your city. It is not politick in the commonwealth of Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy nature, to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend rational increase ; and there was never virgin got, Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence; till virginity was first lost. That, you were made of, But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more is metal to make virgins. Virginity, by being once will,

lost, may be ten times found ; by being ever kept, That thee may furnish, and my prayers plack down, it is ever lost: 'tis too cold a companion; away Fall on thy head! Farewell. – My lord,

with it. "Tis an unseason'd courtier ; good my lord,

Hel. I will stand for't a little, though therefore I Advise him,

die a virgin. Laf He cannot want the best

Par. There's little can be said in't; 'uis against That shall attend his love.

the rule of nature. To speak on the part of vira Count. Heaven bless him! - Farewell, Bertram. ginity, is to accuse your mothers; which is most in

(Exit COUNTESS. fallible disobedience. He, that hangs himself, is a Ber. The best wishes, that can be forged in your virgin : virginity murders itself; and should be thoughts, (to HELENA.] be servants to you! Be buried in highways, out of all sanctified limit, as a comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make desperate offendress against nature. Virginity breeds much of her.

mites, much like a cheese ; consumes itself to the Laf. Farewell

, pretty lady: You must hold the cre- very paring, and so dies with feeding his own stodit of your father. (Ereunt BERTRAM and LAFEU. mach. Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, Hel. 0, were that all! - I think not on my made of self-love, which is the most inhibited sin father;

in the canon.

Keep it not; you cannot choose but And these great tears grace his remembrance more lose by't: Out with't: within ten years it will make Than those I shed for him. What was he like?

which is a goodly increase ; and the prinI have forgot him: my imagination

cipal itself not much the worse: Away with't. Carries no favour in it, but Bertram's.

Hel. How might one do, sir, to lose it to her I am undone ; there is no living, none,

own liking? If Bertram be away. It were all one,

Par. Let me see: Marry, ill, to like him that That I should love a bright particular star, ne'er it likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss And think to wed it, he is so above me :

with lying; the longer kept, the less worth: off In his bright radliance and collateral light

with’t, while 'tis vendible : answer the time of reMust I be comforted, not in his sphere.

quest. Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her The ambition in my love thus plagues itself : cap out of fashion ; richly suited, but unsuitable : The hind, that would be mated by the lion, just like the brooch and tooth-pick, which wear not Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague, now: Your date is better in your pie and your porTo see him every hour; to sit and draw

ridge, than in your cheek : And your virginity, His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls, your old virginity, is like one of our French wiIn our heart's table; heart, too capable

thered pears; it looks ill, it eats dryly; marry, 'tis a Of every line and trick of his sweet favour : withered pear; it was formerly better ; marry, yet, But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy 'tis a withered pear : Will you any thing with it? Must sanctify his relicks. Who comes here ? Hel. Not my virginity yet.

There shall your master have a thousand loves,

A mother, and a mistress, and a friend,
One that goes with him : love him for his sake; A phænix, captain, and an enemy,
And yet I know him a notorious liar,

A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,
Think him a great way fool, solely a coward ; A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;
Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him,

His humble ambition, proud humility,
That they take place, when virtue's steely bones His jarring concord; and his discord dulcet,
Look bleak in the cold wind : withal, full oft we see His faith, his sweet disaster : with a world
Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.

Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms,
Par. Save you, fair queen.

That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he Hel. And you, monarch.

I know not what he shall : - God send him well!. Par. No.

The court's a learning-place; - and he is one Hel. And no.

Par. What one, i'faith? Par. Are you meditating on virginity ?

Hel. That I wish well. — 'Tis pity Hel. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in you ; Par. What's pity ? let me ask you a question : Man is enemy to vir- Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't, ginity; how may we barricado it against him ? Which might be felt: that we, the poorer borti, Par. Keep him out.

Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes, Hel. But he assails; and our virginity, though Might with effects of them follow our friends, valiant in the defence, yet is weak: unfold to us and show what we alone must think; which never some warlike resistance.

Returns us thanks,

Enfer a Page.

2 Lord.

It may well serve Page. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you.

A nursery to our gentry, who are sick [Erit Page.

For breathing and exploit. Par. Little Helen, farewell : if I can remember


What's be comes here? bee, I will think of thee at court.

Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES. He. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a caritable star.

1 Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good lord, Par. Under Mars, I.

Young Bertram.

King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face; Hd. I especially think, under Mars. Per. Wby under Mars ?

Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, Hd. The wars have so kept you under, that you May'st thou inherit

too! Welcome to Paris.

Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts must needs be born under Mars. Per. When he was predominant.

Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's. Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, rather.

King. I would I had that corporal soundness Paz, Why think you so ?

now, Hel . You go so much backward, when you fight. First try'd our soldiership! He did look far

As when thy father, and myself, in friendship Par. That's for advantage. Hd. So is running away, when fear proposes the Into the service of the time, and was afety : But the composition, that your valour and Discipled of the bravest : he lasted long; fear snakes in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and I | And wore us out of act. It much repairs me like the wear well. Par. I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer

To talk of your good father : In his youth the acutely: I will return perfect courtier; in the

He had the wit, which I can well observe stach, my instruction shall serve to naturalize thee, To-day in our young lords ; but they may jest, so thou wilt be capable of a courtier's counsel, and

Till their own scorn return to them unnoted, understand what advice shall thrust upon thee; else

Ere they can hide their levity in honour. tisu diest in thine unthankfulness, and thine igno- Were in his pride or sharpness ; if they were,

So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness rince makes thee away: farewell. When thou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast none, re

His equal had awak'd them; and his honour, member thy friends : get thee a good husband, and Exception bid him speak, and, at this time,

Clock to itself, knew the true minute when use him as he uses thee: so farewell. ( Ke. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,

His tongue obey'd his hand : who were below him Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky

He us'd as creatures of another place; Gires us free scope; only, doth backward pull

And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks, Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull


Making them proud of his humility, What power is it, which mounts my love so high;

In their poor praise he humbled : Such a man That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?

Might be a copy to these younger times; The mightiest space in fortune nature brings

Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them now, To join like likes, and kiss like native things.

But goers backward.

Ber. Impossible be strange attempts, to those

His good remembrance, sir, That weigh their pains in sense; and do suppose,

Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb; What hath been cannot be: Who ever strove

So in approof lives not his epitaph, To show her merit, that did miss her love?

As in your royal speech. The king's disease - my project may deceive me.

King. 'Would, I were with him? He would alBut my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me.

ways say, [Erit.

(Methinks, I hear him now: his plausive words

He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them, SCENE II.- Paris. A Room in the King's To grow there, and to bear,) - Let me not live, Palace.

Thus his good melancholy oft began,

On the catastrophe and heel of pastime, Plarish of cornets. Enter the King of FRANCE, When it was out, - let me not live, quoth he, zitk letters ; Lords and others attending.

After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff King. The Florentines and Senoys are by the ears ; of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses Have fought with equal fortune, and continue AU but new things disdain ; whose judgments are A braving war.

Mere fathers of their garments, whose constancies I Lord. So 'tis reported, sir.

Expire before their fashions : This he wish'd : King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it 1, after bim, do after him wish too, A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria, Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring home, With caution, that the Florentine will move us I quickly were dissolved from my hive, For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend To give some labourers room. Prejudicates the business; and would seem

2 Lord.

You are lov'd, sir : To have us make denial.

They, that least lend it you, shall lack you first. 1 Lind.

His love and wisdom, King. I fill a place, I know't. — How long is't, Apptor'd so to your majesty, may plead

count, Per amplest credence.

Since the physician at your father's died ?
He hath arm'd our answer, He was much fam'd.
And Florence is denied before he comes :


Some six months since, my lord. Ye, for our gentlemen, that mean to see

King. If he were living, I would try him yet ; The Tuscan service, freely have they leave

Lend me an atm ; - the rest have worn me out To stand on either part.

With several applications : –

nature and sickness



poor fellow.

song, sirrah.

Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count ;!

For I the ballad will repeat,
My son's no dearer.

Which men full true shall find;
Thank your majesty.

Your marriage comes by destiny,
(Exeunt. Flourish.

Your cuckoo sings by kind. SCENE III. Rousillon. A Room in the Coun

Count. Get you gone, sir ; I'll talk with you more tess's Palace,

Stew. "May it please you, madam, that he bid Enter COUNTESS, Steward, and Clown.

Helen come to you; of her I am to speak. Count. I will now hear : what say you of this Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman, I would gentlewoman ?

speak with her; Helen I mean. Stew. Madam, the care I have had to even your

Clo. Was this fair

face the cause, quoth she, content, I wish might be found in the calendar of

(Singing. my past endeavours : for then we wound our mo

Why the Grecians sacked Troy desty, and make foul the clearness of our deservings, Fond done, done fond, when of ourselves we publish them.

Was this king Priam's joy. Count. What does this knave here? Get you With that she sighed as she stood, gone, sirrah : The complaints, I have heard of you,

With that she sighed as she stood, I do not all believe ; 'tis my slowness, that I do

And gave this sentence then ; not: for, I know, you lack not folly to commit them,

Among nine bad if one be good, and have ability enough to make such knaveries

Among nine bad if one be good, yours.

There's yet one good in ten. Clo. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a

Count. What, one good in ten ? you corrupt the Count. Well, sir.

Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well, that I am Clo. One good woman in ten, madam ? which is poor; though many of the rich are damned : But, a purifying o'the song: 'Would God would serve if I may have your ladyship's good will to go to the the world so all the year! we'd find no fault with world, Isbel the woman and I will do as we may. the tythe-woman, if I were the parson: One in ten, Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar?

quoth a'! an we might have a good woman born Clo. I do beg your good-will in this case. but every blazing star, or at an earthquake, 'twould Count. In what case ?

mend the lottery well; a man may draw his heart Cio. In Isbel's case, and mine own. Service is out, ere he pluck one. no heritage: and, I think, I shall never have the Count. You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I blessing of God, till I have issue of my body; for, command you ? they say, bearns are blessings.

Clo. That man should be at woman's command, Count. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry. and yet no hurt done ! - Though honesty be no pu

Clo. My poor body, madam, requires it: I am ritan, yet it will do no hurt; it will wear the surdriven on by the flesh; and he must needs go, that plice of humility over the black gown of a big the devil drives.

heart. - I am going, forsooth; the business is for Count. Is this all your worship’s reason ?

Helen to come hither.

[Erit Clown. Clo. Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, Count. Well, now. such as they are.

Stew. I know, madam, you love your gentleCount. May the world know them?

woman entirely. Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as Count. Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her you and all Aesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do to me; and she herself, without other advantage, marry, that I may repent.

may lawfully make title to as much love as she Count. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wickedness. finds : there is more owing her, than is paid; and

Clo. I am out of friends, madam; and I hope to more shall be paid her, than she'll demand. have friends for my wife's sake.

Stew. Madam, I was very late more near her than, Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave. I think, she wished me : alone she was, and did

Clo. You are shallow, madam ; e'en great friends; communicate to herself, her own words to her own for the knaves come to do that for me,

which I am ears; she thought, I dare vow for her, they touched ful-weary of. He, that ears my land, spares my not any stranger sense. Her matter was, she loved team, and gives me leave to inn the crop : If I be your son: Fortune, she said, was no goddess, that his cuckold, he's my drudge: He, that comforts my had put such difference betwixt their two estates ; wife, is the cherisher of my flesh and blood; he, Love, no god, that would not extend his might, that cherishes my flesh and blood, loves my flesh only where qualities were level; Diana, no queen and blood; be, that loves my flesh and blood, is my of virgins, that would suffer her poor knight to be friend; ergo, he that kisses my wife, is my friend. surprised, without rescue, in the first assault, or If men could be contented to be what they are, ransome afterward : This she delivered in the most there were no fear in marriage : for young Charbon bitter touch of sorrow, that e'er I heard virgin erthe puritan, and old Poysam the papist, howsoe'er claim in : which I held my duty, speedily to actheir hearts are severed in religion, their heads are quaint you withal ; sithence, in the loss that may both one, they may joll horns together, like any happen, it concerns you something to know it. deer i' the herd.

Count. You have discharged this honestly; keep Count. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed "and it to yourself : many likelihoods informed me of calumnious knave ?

this before, which hung so toitering in the balance, Clo. A prophet I, madam ; and I speak the truth that I could neither believe, nor misdoubt : Pray the next way:

you, leave me: stall this in your bosom, and I thank

for your honest care: I will speak with you As heaven shall work in me for thine avail, lzther anon.

[Exit Steward.

To tell me truly.


Good madam, pardon me!

Count. Do you love my son ? Count. Even so it was with me, when I was He.

Your pardon, noble mistress! young:

Count. Love you my son ? If we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn Hel.

Do not you love him, madam ? Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong :

Count. Go not about; my love hath in't a bond, Our blood to us, this to our blood is born; Whereof the world takes note: come, come, disclose It is the show and seal of nature's truth,

The state of your affection ; for your passions bere love's strong passion is impress'd in youth: Have to the full appeach'd. By our remembrances of days foregone,


Then, I confess Such were our faults ; — or then we thought them Here on my knee, before high heaven and you, none.

That before you, and next unto high heaven,' Her eye is sick on't; I observe her now.

I love your son: He What is your pleasure, madam ?

My friends were poor, but honest ; so's my love : Count.

You know, Helen, Be not offended; for it hurts not him, I am a mother to you.

That he is lov'd of me: I follow him not Hel. Mine honourable mistress.

By any token of presumptuous suit ; Couni.

Nay, a mother; Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him; Why Dot a mother? When I said, a mother, Yet never know how that desert should be. Methought you saw a serpent : What's in mother, I know I love in vain, strive against hope ; That you start at it? I say, I am your mother ; Yet, in this captious and intenible sieve, And put you in the catalogue of those

I still pour in the waters of my love, That were enwombed mine : 'Tis often seen, And lack not to lose still : thus, Indian-like, Adoption strives with nature; and choice breeds Religious in mine error, I adore A native slip to us from foreign seeds :

The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, You ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan, But knows of him no more. My dearest madam, Yet I express to you a mother's care:

Let not your hate encounter with my love, God's mercy, maiden ! does it curd thy blood, For loving where you do : but, if yourself, To say, I am thy mother? What's the matter, Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth, That this distemper'd messenger of wet,

Did ever, in so true a flame of liking, The many-colour's Iris, rounds thine eye? Wish chastely, and love dearly, that your Dian Why? - that you are my daughter ?

Was both herself and love; O then, give pity На.

That I am not. To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose Corent. I say, I am your mother.

But lend and give, where she is sure to lose ; Hel

Pardon, madam ; That seeks not to find that her search implies, The count Rousillon cannot be my brother : But, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies. I am from humble, he from honour'd name; Count. Had you not lately an intent, speak truly, No note upon my parents, his all noble :

To go to Paris ? My master, my dear lord he is : and I


Madam, I had. His servant live, and will his vassal die :


Wherefore? tell true. He must not be my brother.

Hel. I will tell truth; by grace itself, I swear. Count.

Nor I your mother? You know, my father left me some prescriptions He. You are my mother, madam; 'Would you of rare and prov'd effects, such as his reading,

And manifest experience, had collected Se that my lord, your son, were not my brother,) For general sovereignty; and that he will’d me ladeed, my mother ! -or were you both our mo- In heedfullest reservation to bestow them, thers,

As notes, whose faculties inclusive were, I care no more for, than I do for heaven,

More than they were in note : amongst the rest, So I were not his sister : Can't no other,

There is a remedy, approv'd, set down,
But, I your daughter, he must be my brother ? To cure the desperate languishes, whereof
Count. Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter- The king is render'd lost.


This was your motive
God shield, you mean it not ! daughter, and mother, For Paris, was it? speak.
So strive upon your pulse : What, pale again? Hel. My lord your son made me to think of this;
My fear hath catch'd your fondness : Now I see Else Paris, and the medicine, and the king,
The mystery of your loneliness, and find

Had, from the conversation of my thoughts,
Your salt tears' head. Now to all sense 'tis gross. Haply, been absent then.
You love my son ; invention is asbam'd,


But think you, Helen, Against the proclamation of thy passion,'

If you should tender your supposed aid, To say, thou dost not : therefore tell me true ; He would receive it?' He and his physicians But tell me then, 'tis so:—for, look, thy cheeks Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him, Confess it, one to the other ; and thine eyes They, that they cannot help: How shall they credit See it so grossly shown in thy behaviours,

A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools, That in their kind they speak it: only sin

Embowelld of their doctrine, have left off And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue,

The danger to itself? That truth should be suspected : Speak, is't so? Hel.

There's something hints, Wit be so, you have wound a goodly clue; More than my father's skill

, which was the greatest it be not, forswear't: howe'er, I charge thee, Of his profession, that his good receipt



Shall for my legacy, be sanctified

Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave, By the luckiest stars in heaven i and, would your

and love, honour

Means, and attendants, and my loving greetings But give me leave to try success, I'd venture To those of mine in court; I'll stay at home, The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure, And pray God's blessing into thy attempt : By such a day, and hour.

Be gone to-morrow; and be sure of this, Count.

Dost thou believ't ? What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss. Hel. Ay, madam, knowingly.



SCENE I. - Paris. A Room in the King's Palace. You shall find in the regiment of the Spinii, one Flourish. Enter King, with young Lords, taking here on his sinister cheek; it was this very sword

captain Spurio, with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, leave for the Florentine war; BERTRAM, Pa

entrenched it : say to him, I live; and observe his ROLLES, and Attendants.

reports for me. ing. Farewell, young lord, these warlike prin- 2 Lord. We shall, noble captain. ciples

Par. Mars dote on you for his novices ! (Ereunt Do not throw from you :—and you, my lord, fare- Lords.] What will you do? well :

Ber. Stay; the king - [Seeing him rise. Share the advice betwixt you ; if both gain all, Par. Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis received,

lords ; you have restrained yourself within the list of And is enough for both.

too cold an adieu ; be more expressive to them : for 1 Lord.

It is our hope, sir, they wear themselves in the cap of the time, there, After well enter'd soldiers, to return

do muster true gait, eat, speak, and move under And find your grace in health.

the influence of the most received star; and though King. No, no, it cannot be ; and yet my heart the devil lead the measure, such are to be followed : Will not confess he owes the malady

after them, and take a more dilated farewell. That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords ; Ber. And I will do so. Whether I live or die, be you the sons

Par. Worthy fellows; and like to prove most Of worthy Frenchmen : let higher Italy

sinewy sword-men. (Those 'bated, that inherit but the fall

[Ereunt BERTRAM and PAKOLLIS. of the last monarchy,) see, that you come

Enter LAFEU. Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when The bravest questant shrinks, find what you seek, Laf. Pardon, my lord, kneeling.] for me and That fame may cry you loud : I say, farewell.

for my tidings. 2 Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your King. I'll fee thee to stand up. majesty!


Then here's a man King. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them ; Stands, that has brought his pardon. I would, you They say, our French lack language to deny, Had kneel’d, my lord, to ask me mercy; and If they demand ; beware of being captives, That, at my bidding, you could so stand up. Before you serve.

King. I would I had; so I had broke thy pate, Both.

Our hearts receive your warnings. And ask'd thee mercy for't. King. Farewell. - Come hither to me.


Goodfaith, across; [The King retires to a couch. But, my good lord, 'tis thus; Will you be cured 1 Lord. O my sweet lord, that you will stay be- of your infirmity? hind us !


No. Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark


0, will you eat 2 Lord.

O, 'tis brave wars ! No grapes, my royal fox ? yes, but you will, Par. Most admirable ; I have seen those wars. My noble grapes, an if my royal fox

Ber. I am commanded here, and kept a coil with, Could reach them : I have seen a medicine, Too young, and the next year, and 'tis too early. That's able to breathe life into a stone ; Par. An thy mind stand to it, boy, steal away Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary, bravely.

With spritely fire and motion ; whose simple touch Ber. I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock, Is powerful to araise king Pepin, nay, Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry,

To give Great Charlemain a pen in his hand Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn, And write to her a love-line. But one to dance with! By heaven, I'll steal away. King.

What her is this? 1 Lord. There's bonour in the theft.

Laf. Why, doctor she ; My lord, there's one Par. Commit it, count.

arriv'd, 2 Lord. I am your accessary; and so farewell. If you will see her, - now, by my faith and honour,

Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured If seriously I may convey my thoughts body.

In this my light deliverance, I have spoke i Lord. Farewell, captain.

With one, that, in her sex, her years, profession, 2 Lord. Sweet monsieur Parolles !

Wisdom, and constancy, bath amaz’d me more Par. Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin. Than I dare blame my weakness : Will you see Good sparks and lustrous, a word, good metals :


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