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swer the time of request. Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out of fashion; richly suited, but unsuitable: just like the brooch and tooth-pick, which wear not now: Your date is better in your pie and your porridge, than in your cheek: And your virginity, your old virginity, is like one of our French withered pears; it looks ill, it eats dryly; marry, 'tis a withered pear; it was formerly better; marry, yet, 'tis a withered pear: Will you any thing with it?
Hel. Not my virginity yet.
There shall your master have a thousand loves,
A mother, and a mistress, and a friend,
The court's a learning-place;-and he is one-
Hel. That I wish well.-'Tis pity→→→→
Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't, [born, Which might be felt that we, the poorer Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes, Might with effects of them follow our friends, And show what we alone must think +; which Returns us thanks. [never
Enter a Page. Page. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you. [Exit Page. Par. Little Helen, farewell: if I can re. member thee, I will think of thee at court. Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitable star.
Par. Under Mars, I.
Hel. I especially think, under Mars.
Hel. The wars have so kept you under, that you must needs be born under Mars. Par. When he was predominant.
Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, ra
Par. Why think you so?
Hel. You go so much backward, when you fight.
Par. That's for advantage.
vice shall thrust upon thee; else thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes thee away: farewell. When thou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast none, remember thy friends: get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee: so farewell. [Exit.
Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull [dull.
Our slow designs, when we ourselves are
Hel. So is running away, when fear propo-Young ses the 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, 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 a courtier's counsel, and understand what ad
(lord, King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face; Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, Hath well composed 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 sound
* A quibble on date, which means age, and candied fruit. ti. e., And show by realities what we now must only think. ti. e., Thou wilt comprehend it. Things formed by nature for each other. The citizens of the small republic of which Sienna is the capital.
As when thy father, and myself, in friendship
In their poor praise he humbled: Such a man
Ber. Some six months since, my lord.
Thank your majesty.
SCENE III. Rousillon. A Room in the
Enter Countess, Steward, and Clown.
To repair here signifies to renovate.
Count. I will now hear: what say you of this gentlewoman?
Stew. Madam, the care I have had to even your content, I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours; for then we wound our modesty, and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.
Count. What does this knave here? Get you gone, sirrah: The complaints, I have heard of you, I do not all believe; 'tis my slowness, that I do not: for, I know, you lack not folly to commit them, and have ability enough to make such knaveries yours.
Clo. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a poor fellow.
Count. Well, sir.
Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well, that I am poor; though many of the rich are damned: But, if I may have your ladyship's good-will to go to the world, Isbel the woman and I will do as we may.
Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar?
Clo. In Isbel's case, and mine own. Service is no heritage: and, I think, I shall never have the blessing of God, till I have issue of my body; for, they say, bearns ** are blessings.
Count. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry.
Clo. My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go, that the devil drives.
Count. Is this all your worship's reason? Clo. Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, such as they are.
Count. May the world know them? Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you and all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do marry, that I may repent.
Count. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wickedness.
Clo. I am out of friends, madam; and I hope to have friends for my wife's sake.
Count.Such friends are thine enemies,knave. Clo. You are shallow, madam; e'en great friends; for the knaves come to do that for me, which I am a-weary of. He, that ears ft my land, spares my team, and gives me leave to inn the crop if I be his cuckold, he's my drudge: He, that comforts my wife, is the cherisher of my flesh and blood; he, that cherishes my flesh and blood, loves my flesh and blood; he, that loves my flesh and blood, is my friend: ergott, he that kisses my wife, is my friend. If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage; for young Charbon the puritan, and old Poysam the papist, howsoe'er their hearts are severed in religion, their heads are both one, they may joll horns together, like any deer i' the herd.
+ His is put for its.
Who have no other use of their faculties than to invent new modes of dress.
fo act up to your desires.
Count. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed | first assault, or ransome afterward: This she and calumnious knave?
Clo. A prophet I, madam; and I speak the truth the next way*:
For I the ballad will repeat,
Which men full true shall find ; Your marriage comes by destiny, Your cuckoo sings by kind. Count. Get you gone, sir; I'll talk with
delivered in the most bitter touch of sorrow, that e'er I heard virgin exclaim in: which I held my duty, speedily to acquaint you withal; sithence, in the loss that may happen, it concerns you something to know it.
Count. You have discharged this honestly; keep it to yourself: many likelihoods informed youme of this before, which hung so tottering in the balance, that I could neither believe, nor misdoubt: Pray you, leave me : stall this in your bosom, and I thank you for your honest care: I will speak with you further anon. [Exit Steward.
Stew. May it please you, madam, that he bid Helen come to you; of her I am to speak. Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman, I would speak with her; Helen I mean. Clo. Was this fair face the cause, quoth she, [Singing.
Why the Grecians sacked Troy? Fond donet, done fond,
Was this king Priam's joy. With that she sighed as she stood, With that she sighed as she stood,
And gave this sentence then; Among nine bad if one be good, Among nine bad if one be good, There's yet one good in ten. Count. What, one good in ten? you corrupt the song, sirrah.
Clo. One good woman in ten, madam; which is a purifying o' the song: 'Would God would serve the world so all the year! we'd find no fault with the tithe-woman, if I were the parson: One in ten, quoth a'! an we might have a good woman born but every blazing star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery well; a man may draw his heart out, ere he pluck one.
Count. You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I command you?
Clo. That man should be at woman's command, and yet no hurt done!-Though honesty be no puritan, yet it will do no hurt; it will wear the surplice of humility over the black gown of a big heart.—I am going, forsooth: the business is for Helen to come hither. Count. Well, now. [Exit Clown. Stew. I know, madam, you love your gen tlewoman entirely.
Count. Faith, I do her father bequeathed her to me; and she herself, without other advantage, may lawfully make title to as much love as she finds: there is more owing her, than is paid; and more shall be paid her, than she'll demand.
Stew. Madam, I was very late more near her than, I think, she wished me alone she was, and did cominunicate to herself, her own words to her own ears; she thought, I dare vow for her, they touched not any stranger sense. Her matter was, she loved your son: Fortune, she said, was no goddess, that had put such difference betwixt their two estates; Love, no god, that would not extend his might, only where qualities were level; Diana, no queen of virgins, that would suffer her poor knight to be surprised, without rescue, in the
• The nearest way.'. + Foolishly done.
Enter HELENA. Count. Even so it was with me, when I was young: [thorn
If we are nature's, these are ours; this Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong;
Our blood to us, this to our blood is born; It is the show and seal of nature's truth, Where love's strong passion is impress'd in By our remembrances of days foregone, [youth: Such were our faults;-or then we thought them none.
Her eye is sick on't; I observe her now.
am a mother to you.
Hel. Miné honourable mistress.
Nay, a mother;
Count. I say, I am your mother.
I care no more fors, than I do for heaven,
wish it equally.
God shield, you mean it not! daughter, and | Was both herself and love; O then, give pity
So strive upon your pulse: What, pale again?
Your pardon, noble mistress!
Count. Love you my son?
Then, I confess,
The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, i
To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose
Madam, I had.
Wherefore? tell true.
This was your motive
SCENE I. Paris. A Room in the King's | Do not throw from you:-and you, my lord,
Flourish. Enter King, with young
It is our hope, sir,
The source, the cause of your grief. According to their nature.
i. e., Whose respectable conduct in age proves that you were no less virtuous when young.
**Exhausted of their skill.
Will not confess he owes the malady
King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my expressive to them; for they wear themselves in the cap of the time ¶, there, do muster true gait**, eat, speak, and move under the influence of the most received star; and though the devil lead the measure tt, such are to be followed: after them, and take a more dilated farewell.
That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords:
Whether I live or die, be you the sons Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy (Those 'bated, that inherit but the fall Of the last monarchy *,) see, that you come Not to woo honour, but to wed it: when The bravest questant † shrinks, find what you seek,
That fame may cry you loud: I say, farewell. 2 Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty! [them; King. Those girls of Italy, take heed of They say, our French lack language to deny, If they demand: beware of being captives, Before you servei.
Both. Our hearts receive your warnings.
Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark▬▬
Ber. I am commanded here, and kept a coil with; [early. Too young, and the next year, and 'tis too Par. An thy mind stand to it, boy, steal away bravely. [smock, Ber. I shall stay here the forehorse to a Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry, Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn, [steal away. But one to dance with! By heaven, I'll 1 Lord. There's honour in the theft. Par.
Commit it, count.
2 Lord. I am your accessary; and so farewell.
Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body.
1 Lord. Farewell, captain.
2 Lord. Sweet monsieur Parolles! Par. Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin. Good sparks and lustrous, a word, good metals:-You shall find in the regiment of the Spinii, one captain Spurio, with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, here on his sinister cheek; it was this very sword entrenched it say to him, I live; and observe his reports for me.
2 Lord. We shall, noble captain. Par. Mars dote on you for his novices! [Exeunt Lords.] What will you do?
Ber. Stay; the king-- [Seeing him rise. Par. Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble lords; you have restrained yourself within the list of too cold an adieu: be more
Ber. And I will do so.
Par. Worthy fellows; and like to prove most sinewy sword-men.
[Exeunt BERTRAM and PAROLLES. Enter LAFeu.
Laf. Pardon, my lord, [Kneeling.] for me and for my tidings.
King. I'll fee thee to stand up. Laf. Then here's a man Stands, that has brought his pardon. I would,
Had kneel'd, my lord, to ask me mercy; and
And ask'd thee mercy for't.
Is powerful to araise king Pepin, nay,
What her is this?
If you will see her,-now, by my faith and honour,
If seriously I may convey my thoughts
Wisdom, and constancy, hath amazed me more Than I dare blame my weakness: Will you see her
(For that is her demand,) and know her bu siness?
That done, laugh well at me.
i. e., Those excepted who possess modern Italy, the remains of the Roman Empire. + Seeker, inquirer. Be not captives before you are soldiers. With a noise, bustle. In Shakspeare's time it was usual for gentlemen to dance with swords on. ¶ They are the foremost in the fashion. ** Have the true military step. tt The dance. skilfully; a phrase taken from the exercise at a quintaine. A female physician. kind of dance. ¶¶ By profession is meant her declaration of the object of her coming.