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That shall attend his love,
Par. There's little can be said in't ; 'tis against Count. Heaven bless him!-Farewell, Bertram. the rule of nature. To speak on the part of vir.
[Exit Countess. ginity, is to accuse your mothers: which is most Ber. The best wishes, that can be forged in your infallible disobedience. He, that hangs himself, is thoughts, (To Helena.) be servants to you!' Be a virgin : virginity murders itself; and should be comfortable to my mother, your inistress, and make buried in highways, out of all sanctified limit, as much of her.
a desperate offendress against nature. Virginity Laf. Farewell, pretty lady: You must hold the breeds mites, much like a cheese ; consumes itself credit of your father. (Ere. Bertram and Lafeu. to the very paring, and so dies with feeding his own
Hel. 0, were that all ! -I think not on my father ; stomach. Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, And these great tears grace his remembrance more inade of self-love, which is the most inhibited' sin Than those I shed for him. What was he like? in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose but I have forgot him: my imagination
lose by't; Out with't: within ten years it will make Carries no favour in it, but Bertram's.
itsell ten, which is a goodly increase; and the prinI am undone ; there is no living, none,
cipal itself not much the worse : Away with't. If Bertram be away. It were all one,
Hel. How might one do, sir, to lose it to her own That I should love a bright particular star, liking ? And think to wed it, he is so above me:
Par. Let me see: Marry, ill, to like him that In his bright radiance and collateral light ne'er it likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloes Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
with lying; the longer kept, the less worth of The ambition in my love thus plagues itself : with't, while 'tis vendible: answer the time of reThe hind, that would be mated by the lion, quest. Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague, cap out of fashion; richly suited, but unsuitable : To see him every hour; to sit and draw
just like the brooch and toothpick, which wear not His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls, now: Your dates is better in your pie and your In our heart's table ;? heart, too capable porridge, than in your cheek: And your virginity, Of every line and trick of his sweet favour:* your old virginity, is like one of our French witherBut now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy ed pears; it looks ill, it eats dryly; marry, 'lis a Must sanctify his relics. Who comes here? withered pear; it was formerly better; marry, wet,
l'lis a withered pear: Will vou any thing with it? Enter Parolles.
Hel. Not my virginity ct.
A mother, and a mistress, and a friend,
A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,
His faith, his sweet disaster; with a world
of pret'y, fond, adoptious christendoms, Par. No.
That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall heHel. And no.
I know not what he shall :-God send bim well! Par. Are you meditating on virginity ? The courl's a learning-place;—and he is one
Hel. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in you ; Par. What one, i'laith? let me ask you a question : Man is enemy to vir Hel. That I wish well.—'Tis pityginity ; how may we barricado it against him? Par. What's pity? Par. Keep him out.
Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't, Hel. But he assails ; and our virginity, though which might be felt: thut we, the poorer born, valiant in the defence, yet is weak: unsold to us Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes, some warlike resistance.
Might with effects of them follow our friends, Par. There is none; man, sitting down before And show what we alone must think ;' which never you, will undermine you, and blow you up. Returns us thanks.
Hel. Bless our poor virginity from underminers, and blowers up!- Is there no military policy, how
Enter a Page. virgins might blow up men?
Page. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you. Par. Virginity, being blown down, man will
(Erit Page. quicklier be blown up: marry, in blowing him Par. Little Helen, farewell : if I can remember down again, with the breach yourselves made, you thee, I will think of thce at court. lose your city. It is not politic in the common Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a wealth of nature, to preserve virginity. Loss of charitable star. virginity is rational inerease; and there was never Par. Under Mars, I. virgin gol, till virginity was first lost. That, you Hel. I especially think, under Mars. were made of, is metal to make virgins. Virginity, Par. Why under Mars ? by being once lost, may be ten times found: by Hel. The wars have so kept you under, that you being ever kept, it is ever lost : 'tis too cold a com- must needs be born under Mars. panion, away with it.
Par. When he was predominant. Hel. 'I will stand for't a little, though therefore Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, rather. I die a virgin.
Par. Why think you so ? (1) i. e. May you be mistress of your wishes, (5) Forbidden. and have power to bring them to effect.
(6) A quibble on date, which means age, and (2) Helena considers her heart as the tablet on candied fruit. which his resemblance was portrayed.
(7) i. e. And show by realities what we non (3) Peculiarity of feature. (4) Countenance, must only think.
Hel. You go so much backward, when you fight.. King. I would I had that corporal soundness now, Par. That's for advantage.
As when thy father, and myself, in friendship Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes the first try'd our soldiership! Fie did look far safely: But the composition, that your valour and Into the scrvice of the time, and was fear makes in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and Discipled of the bravest: he lasted long; i like the wear well.
But on us both did huggish age steal on, Par. I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer And wore us out of act. It much repairs me thee acutely: I will return perfect courtier; in the To talk of your good father : In his youth which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize thee, He had the wit, which I can well observe 80 thou wilt be capable of a courtier's counsel, To-day in our young lords ; but they may jest and understand what advice shall thrust upon thee; Till their own scorn return to them unnoted, else thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and thine Ere they can hide their levity in honour. ignorance makes thee away: farewell. When thou So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast Were in his pride or sharpness ; if they were, none, remember thy friends: get thee a good hus. His equal had awak'd them; and his honour, band, and use him as he uses thee: so farewell. Clock to itself, knew the true minute when
(Exit. Exception bid hiin speak, and, at this time, Hel. 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; Gives 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 démonstrate them now To join like likes, and kiss like native things. But goers backward. 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 lomb; What hath been cannot be: Who ever strove So in approofs' livesmot his epitaph, To show her merit, that did miss her love? As in your roya! 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 palace. To grow there, and to bear,) - Let me not live,Flourish of cornets. Enter the King of France, Thus his good melancholy oft began, with lelters; Lords and others attending.
On the catastrophe and heel of pastime, King. The Florentines and Senoysa are by the When it was out, let me not live, quoth he,
After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff ears; Have fought with equal fortune, and continue of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses A braving war.
All bul new things disdain : whose judgments are 1 Lord. So 'tis reported, sir.
Mere fathers of their garments ;' whose constancies King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it Expire before their fushions : This he wish'd : A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria, 1, after him, do after him wish too, With caution, that the Florentine will move us
Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring home, For specdy aid; wherein our dearest friend I quickly were dissolved from my hive, Prejudicates the business, and would seem
To give some labourers room. To have us make denial.
You are lov'd, sir; 1 Lord. His love and wisdom,
They, that least lend it you, shall lack you first. Approv'd so to your majesty, may plead
King. I fill a place, I know't.—How long is't, For amplest credence.
Since the physician at your father's died ?
Some six months since, my lord, The Tuscan service, freely have they leave
King. If he were living, I would try him yet;-To stand on either part.
Lend me an arm; the rest have worn me out 2 Lord.
With several applications:-nature and sickness A nursery to our gentry, who are sick
Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count; For breaihing and exploit.
My son's no dearer.
Thank your majesty.
(Exeunt. Flourish. Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles. 1 Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good lord, SCENE !II.-Rousillon. A Room in the CounYoung Bertram.
tess's Palace. Enter Countess, Steward, and King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face ;
Clown. Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,
Com. I will now hear; what say you of this Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts gentlewoman? Mav'st thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris. Slev. Madam, the care I have had to even your Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's. content,' I wish' might be found in the calendar
of my past endeavours; for then we wound our (1) i. t. Thou wilt comprehend it. (2) Things formed by nature for each other. (5) His is put for its. (6) Approbation.
(3) The citizens of the small republic of which 17) Who have no other use of their faculties than Sienna is the capital.
to invent new modes of dress. (4) To repair, here signifies to renovate.
(8) To act up to your desires.
modesty, and make foul the clearness of our del Was this king Priam's joy?
With that she sighed as she stood,
'tis my slowness, that I do not? Among nine bad if one be good, for, I know, you lack not folly to commit them, and Among nine bad if one be good, have ability enough to make such knaveries 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 poor fellow.
song, sirrah. Count. Well, sir.
Clo. One good woman in ten, madam ; which Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well, that I am poor; is a purifying o' the song: 'Would God would though many of the rich are damned: But, if i serve the world so all the year! we'd find no fault may have your ladyship’s good will to go to the with the tythe-woman, if I were the parson: One world," Isbel the woman and I will do as we may. in ten, quoth a'! an we might have a good woman Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar?
born but every blazing star, or at an earthquake, Clo. I do beg your good will in this case. l'twould mend the lottery well; a man may draw Count. In what case?
his heart out, ere he pluck one. Clo. In Isbel's case, and mine own. Service Counl. You'll be gone, sir knare, and do as I is no heritage: and, I think, I shall never have the command you? blessing of God, till I have issue of my body; for, Clo. That man should be at woman's command, they say, bearns are blessings.
and yet no hurt done!-Though honesty be no puCount. Tell me the reason why thou wilt marry. rilasi
, yet it will do no hurt; it will wear the surClo. My poor body, madam, requires it: I am plice of humility over the black gown of a big driven on by the desh; and he must needs go, that heart.-I am going, forsooth: the business is for the devil drives.
Helen to come hither.
(Eril Clown. Count. Is this all your worship’s reason ? Counl. Well, now.
Clo. Faith, madam, I have oiher holy reasons, Sitw. I know, madam, you love your gentlesuch as they are.
woman entirely. Count. May the world know them ?
Count. Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as to me; and she herself, without other advantage, you and all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do may lawfully make title to as much love as she marry, that I may repent.
finds: there is more owing her, than is paid; and Count. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wicked- more shall be paid her, than she'll demand.
Stern. Madam, I was very late more near her Clo. I am out of friends, madam ; and I hope to than, I think, she wished me : alone she was, and have friends for my wise's sake.
did communicate to herself, her own words to her Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave. own ears; she thought, I dare vow for her, they
Clo. You are shallow, madam; e'en great friends; touched not any stranger sense. Her matter was, for the knaves come to do that for me, which I am she loved your son: Fortune, she said, was no a-weary of. He, that ears) my land, spares my goddess, that had put such difference betwixt their team, and gives me leave to in the crop: 10 I be two estates; Love, no god, that would not estend his cuckold, he's my drudge: He, that comforts his might, only where qualities were level; Diana, my wife, is the cher sher of my flesh and blood; no queen of virgins, that would suffer her poor hé, that cherishes my desh and blood, loves my knight to be surprised, without rescue, in the frst flesh and blood; he, that loves my fesh and blood, assault, or ransome afterward: This she delivered is my friend : ergo, he that kisses my wife, is my in the most bitter touch of sorrow, that e'er I heard friend. If men could be contented to be what they virgin exclaim in: which I held my duty, speedily are, there were no fear in marriage; for young to acquaint you withal; sithence, in the loss that Charbon the puritan, and old Poysam the papist, may happen, it concerns you something to know it. howsoe'er their hearts are severed in religion, their Count. You have discharged this honestly ; keep heads are both one, they may joll horns together, it to yourself: many likelihoods informed me of like any deer i' the herd.
this before, which hung so tottering in the balance Count. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed and that I could neither believe, nor misdoubt: Pray calumnious knave?
you, leave me: stall this in your bosom, and I Clo. A prophet I, madam; and I speak the ihank you for your honest care: I will speak with truth the next way: 5
you further anon.
(Exil Steward. For I the ballad will repeat,
Count. Even so it was with me, when I was
If we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn Count. Get you gone, sir; I'll talk with you Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong more anon
Our blood to us, this to our blood is born; Slew. May it please you, madam, that he bid It is the show and seal of nature's truth, Helen come to you; of her I am to speak. Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth.
Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman, I would By our remembrances of days foregone, speak with her; Helen I mean.
Such were our faults ;-or then we thought them Clo. Was this fair face the cause, quolh she,
[Singing. Her eye is sick on't; I observe her now.
Hel. What is your pleasure, madam?
You know, Helen, (1) To be married. (2) Children. (5) The nearest way. (6) Foolishly done (3) Ploughs.
Therefore. (7) Since.
I am a mother to you.
I love your son :Hel. Mine honourable mistress.
My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love : Count.
Nay, a mother; Be not offended; for it hurts not him,
Yet never know how that desert should be.
I still pour in ihe waters of my love,
Religious in mine error, I adore
Let not your hate encounter with my love, The many-colour'd Iris, rounds thine eye? For loving where you do: but, if yoursell, Why?that you are my daughter?
Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth, Hel.
That I am not. Did ever, in so true a flame of liking, Count. I say, I am your mother.
Wish chastely, and love dearly, that your Dian Hel.
Pardon, madam; Was both herself and love ;6 O then, give pity The count Rousillon cannot be my brother: To her, whose stale is such, that cannot choose I am from humble, he from honour'd name ; But lend and give, where she is sure to lose; No nole upon my parents, his all noble:
That seeks not to find that her search implies, My master, my dear lord, he is ; and I
But, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies. His servant live, and will' his vassal die :
Count. Had you not lately an intent, speak truly, He must not be
To go to Paris ?
Madam, I had.
Wherefore ? tell true.
Hel. I will tell truth; by grace itsell, I swear. (So that my lord, your son, were not my brother,) You know, my father left me some prescriptions Indeed, my mother! –or were you both our mothers, or rare and prov'd effects, such as his reading, I care no more for,' than I do for heaven, And manifest experience, had collected So I were not his sister : Can't no other, For general sovereignty; and that he will'd me But, I your daughter, he must be my brother? In heedfullest reservation to bestow them, Count. Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter- As notes, whose faculties inclusive were,
More than they were in note:' amongst the rest, God shield, you mean it not! daughter, and mother, There is a remedy, approv'd, set down, So strive? upon your pulse: What, pale again? To cure the desperate languishes, whereof My fear hath catch'd your fondness : Now I see The king is render'd lost. The mystery of your loneliness, and find
This was your motive Your salt tears' head. Now to all sense 'tis gross, For Paris, was it ? speak. You love my son ; invention is asham'd,
Hel. My lord your son made me to think of this; Against the proclamation of thy passion, Else Paris, and the medicine, and the king, To say, thou dost not: therefore tell me true; Had, from the conversation of my thoughts, But tell me then, 'tis so:-for, look, thy cheeks Haply, been absent then. Confess it, one to the other; and thine eyes Count.
But think you, Helen, See it so grossly shown in thy behaviours, if you should tender your supposed aid, That in their kind they speak it : only sin He would receive it? He and his physicians And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue,
Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him, That truth should be suspected : Speak, is't so ? They, that they cannot help: How shall they credit If it be so, you have wound a goodiy cluc; A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools, If it be nok forswear't : howe'er, I charge thee, Embowell'd of their doctrine, have left off As heaven shall work in me for thine avail, The danger to itself? To tell me truly.
There's something hints, Hel.
Good madam, pardon me ! More than my father's skill, which was the greatest Count. Do you love my son ?
of his profession, that his good receipt Hel.
Your pardon, noble mistress! Shall, for my legacy, be sanctified Count. Love you my son ?
By the luckiest stars in heaven : and, would your Hel. Do not you love him, madam ?
honour Count. Go not about; my love hath in't a But give me leave to try success, I'd venture bond,
The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure, Whereof the world takes note: come, come, dis- By such a day, and hour. close
Dost thou believe't ? The state of your affection; for your passions Hel. Ay, madam, knowingly. Have to the full appeach'd.
Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave, Hel. Then, I confess,
and love, Here on my knee, before high heaven and you, Means, and attendants, and my loving greetings That before you, and next unto high heaven, To those of mine in coort; I'll stay at home,
(1) i. e. I care as much for: I wish it equally. that you were no less virtuous when young. (2) Contend.
(6) i, e. Venus. 13) The source, the cause of your grief.
(7) Receipts in which greater virtues were cp (4) According to their nature.
closed than appeared. 16) i. e. Whose respectable conduct in age proves) *8) Exhausted of their skill.
And pray God's blessing into thy attempt : sword entrenched it: say to him, I live; and ob-
(E.reunt. Par. Mars dote on you for his novices! (Ereunit
Lords.) What will you do?
Ber. 'Siay; the king- [Seeing him rise, ACT II.
Par. Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble SCENE 1.–Paris. A room in the King's palace. of too cold an adicu: be more expressive to them;
lords; you have restrained yourself within the list Flourish. Enter King, with young Lords taking for they wear themselves in the cap of time, there, leave for the Florentine war ; Bertram, Parolles, do muster true gait,' eat, speak, and more under and atlendants.
the influence of the most received star; and though King. Farewell, young lord, these warlike prin-the devil lead the measure, such are to be followciples,
ed: after them, and take a more dilated farewell. Do not throw from you :-and you, my lord, fare
di Ber. And I will do so. well:
Par. Worthy fellows; and like to prove most Share the advice betwixt you ; if both gain all, sinewy sword-men. (Exe. Bertram and Parolles. The gist doth stretch itself as 'tis receiv'd,
Enter Laseu. And is enough for both. 1 Lord.
It is our hope, sir, Laf. Pardon, my lord, [Kneeling.) for me and After well-enter'd soldiers, to return
for iny tidings. And find your grace in health.
King. I'll fee thee to stand up. King. No, nn, it cannot be ; and yet my heart
Then here's a man Will not confess he owes the malady
Stands, that has brought his pardon. I would, you That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords; Had kneeld, my lord, to ask me mercy; and Whether I live or die, be you the sons
That, at my biddiny, you could so stand up. Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy
King. I would I had ; so I had broke thy pate, (Those 'baled, that inherit but the fall
And ask'd thee mercy for't. Or the last monarchy,') see, that you come Laf.
Good faith, across Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when But, my good lord, 'tis thus; Will you be cur'd The bravest questant2 shrinks, find what you seek, or your infirmity?' That fame may cry you loud : I say, farewell. King.
No. 2 Lord. Health, ‘at your bidding, serve your Laf.
O, will you eat majesty!
No grapes, my royal fox ? yes, but you will,
Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary," Both, Our hearts receive your warnings. With sprightly fire and motion; whose simple touch King. Farewell.-Come hither to me.
Is powerful to araise king Pepin, nay, [The King retires to a couch. To give great Charlemain a pen in his hand, I Lord. O my sweet lord, ihat you will stay And write to her a love-line. behind us.
What her is this? Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark
Laf. Why, doctor she: My lord, there's one 2 Lord. 0, 'lis brave wars !
arriv'd, Par. Most admirable : I have seen those wars. If you will see her,-now, by my faith and honour, Ber. I am commanded here, and kept a coil* with; !r 'seriously I may convey my thoughts Too young, and the next year, and 'lis too early. In this my light deliverance, I have spoke Par. An thy mind stand to it, boy, steal away With one, that, in her sex, her years, profession," bravely.
Wisdom, and constancy, bath amaz’d ine more Ber. I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock, Than I dare blame my weakness: Will you see her, Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry, (For that is her demand,) and know her business? Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn, That done, laugh well at me. But one to dance with!. By heaven, I'll steal away. King.
Now, good La seu, i Lord. There's honour in the theft.
Bring in the admiration; that we with thee Par.
Commit it, count. May spend our wonder too, or take ofi thine, 2 Lord. I am your accessary; and so farewell. By wond'ring how thou took'st it. Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured
Nay, I'll fit you, body.
And not be all day neither.
(Eril Laleu, i Lord, Farewell, captain.
King. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues 2 Lord. Sweet monsieur Parolles ! Par. Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin.
Re-enter Lafeu, with Helena. Gool sparks and lustrous, a word, good metals : Laf. Nay, come your ways. You shall find in the regiment of the Spinii, one King: This haste hath wings indeed captain Spurio, with his cicatrice, an emblem of Laf. Nay, come your ways;, war, here on his sinister cheek; it was thi very This is nis majesty, say your mind to him :
(1) i.e. Tliose excepted who possess modern (6) They are the foremost in the fashion. Italy, the remains of the Roman empire.
(7) Have the true military step. (8) The dance. (2) Seeker, inquirer.
(9) Unskilsully; a phrase taken from the exer(3) Be not captives before you are soldiers. cise at a quintaine. With a noise, bustle.
(10) A female physician. (II) A kind of dance. (5) In Shakspeare's time it was usual fo: gentle-. (12) By profession is meant her declaration of men to dance with swords on.
Ithe object of her coming.