5IN deliuering my sonne from me, I burie a se-

6cond husband.

7Ros And I in going Madam, weep ore my

8fathers death anew; but I must attend his maie-

9sties command, to whom I am now in Ward, euermore

10in subiection.

11Laf You shall find of the King a husband Madame,

12you sir a father. He that so generally is at all times good,

13must of necessitie hold his vertue to you, whose worthi-

14nesse would stirre it vp where it wanted rather then lack

15it where there is such abundance.

16Mo What hope is there of his Maiesties amendment?

17Laf He hath abandon'd his Phisitions Madam, vn-

18der whose practises he hath persecuted time with hope,

19and finds no other aduantage in the processe, but onely

20the loosing of hope by time.

21Mo This yong Gentlewoman had a father, O that

22had, how sad a passage tis, whose skill was almost as

23great as his honestie, had it stretch'd so far, would haue

24made nature immortall, and death should haue play for

25lacke of worke. Would for the Kings sake hee were li-

26uing, I thinke it would be the death of the Kings disease.

27Laf How call'd you the man you speake of Madam?

28Mo He was famous sir in his profession, and it was

29his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon

30Laf He was excellent indeed Madam, the King very

31latelie spoke of him admiringly, and mourningly: hee

32was skilfull enough to haue liu'd stil, if knowledge could

33be set vp against mortallitie.

34Ros What is it (my good Lord) the King languishes

35of?

36Laf A Fistula my Lord.

37Ros I heard not of it before.

38Laf I would it were not notorious. Was this Gen-

39tlewoman the Daughter of Gerard de Narbon

40Mo His sole childe my Lord, and bequeathed to my

41ouer looking. I haue those hopes of her good, that her

42education promises her dispositions shee inherits, which

43makes faire gifts fairer: for where an vncleane mind car-

44ries vertuous qualities, there commendations go with

45pitty, they are vertues and traitors too: in her they are

46the better for their simplenesse; she deriues her honestie,

47and atcheeues her goodnesse.

48Lafew Your commendations Madam get from her

49teares.

50Mo 'Tis the best brine a Maiden can season her praise

51in. The remembrance of her father neuer approches her

52heart, but the tirrany of her sorrowes takes all liuelihood

53from her cheeke. No more of this Helena go too, no

54more least it be rather thought you affect a sorrow, then

55to haue------

56Hell I doe affect a sorrow indeed, but I haue it too.

57Laf Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead,

58excessiue greefe the enemie to the liuing.

59Mo If the liuing be enemie to the greefe, the excesse

60makes it soone mortall.

61Ros Maddam I desire your holie wishes.

62Laf How vnderstand we that?

63Mo Be thou blest Bertrame and succeed thy father

64In manners as in shape: thy blood and vertue

65Contend for Empire in thee, and thy goodnesse

66Share with thy birth-right. Loue all, trust a few,

67Doe wrong to none: be able for thine enemie

68Rather in power then vse: and keepe thy friend

69Vnder thy owne lifes key. Be checkt for silence,

70But neuer tax'd for speech. What heauen more wil,

71That thee may furnish, and my prayers plucke downe,

72Fall on thy head. Farwell my Lord,

73'Tis an vnseason'd Courtier, good my Lord

74Aduise him.

75Laf He cannot want the best

76That shall attend his loue.

77Mo Heauen blesse him: Farwell Bertram

78Ro The best wishes that can be forg'd in your thoghts

79be seruants to you: be comfortable to my mother, your

80Mistris, and make much of her.

81Laf Farewell prettie Lady, you must hold the cre-

82dit of your father.

83Hell O were that all, I thinke not on my father,

84And these great teares grace his remembrance more

85Then those I shed for him. What was he like?

86I haue forgott him. My imagination

87Carries no fauour in't but Bertrams

88I am vndone, there is no liuing, none,

89If Bertram be away. 'Twere all one,

90That I should loue a bright particuler starre,

91And think to wed it, he is so aboue me

92In his bright radience and colaterall light,

93Must I be comforted, not in his sphere;

94Th' ambition in my loue thus plagues it selfe:

95The hind that would be mated by the Lion

96Must die for loue. 'Twas prettie, though a plague

97To see him euerie houre to sit and draw

98His arched browes, his hawking eie, his curles

99In our hearts table: heart too capeable

100Of euerie line and tricke of his sweet fauour.

101But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancie

102Must sanctifie his Reliques. Who comes heere?

104One that goes with him: I loue him for his sake,

105And yet I know him a notorious Liar,

106Thinke him a great way foole, solie a coward,

107Yet these fixt euils sit so fit in him,

108That they take place, when Vertues steely bones

109Lookes bleake i'th cold wind: withall, full ofte we see

110Cold wisedome waighting on superfluous follie.

111Par Saue you faire Queene.

112Hel And you Monarch.

113Par No.

114Hel And no.

115Par Are you meditating on virginitie?

116Hel I: you haue some staine of souldier in you: Let

117mee aske you a question. Man is enemie to virginitie,

118how may we barracado it against him?

119Par Keepe him out.

120Hel But he assailes, and our virginitie though vali-

121ant, in the defence yet is weak: vnfold to vs some war-like

122resistance.

123Par There is none: Man setting downe before you,

124will vndermine you, and blow you vp.

125Hel Blesse our poore Virginity from vnderminers

126and blowers vp. Is there no Military policy how Vir-

127gins might blow vp men?

128Par Virginity beeing blowne downe, Man will

129quicklier be blowne vp: marry in blowing him downe

130againe, with the breach your selues made, you lose your

131Citty. It is not politicke, in the Common-wealth of

132Nature, to preserue virginity. Losse of Virginitie, is

133rationall encrease, and there was neuer Virgin goe, till

134virginitie was first lost. That you were made of, is met-

135tall to make Virgins. Virginitie, by beeing once lost,

136may be ten times found: by being euer kept, it is euer

137lost: 'tis too cold a companion: Away with't.

138Hel I will stand for't a little, though therefore I die

139a Virgin.

140Par There's little can bee saide in't, 'tis against the

141rule of Nature. To speake on the part of virginitie, is

142to accuse your Mothers; which is most infallible diso-

143bedience. He that hangs himselfe is a Virgin: Virgini-

144tie murthers it selfe, and should be buried in highwayes

145out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate Offendresse a-

146gainst Nature. Virginitie breedes mites, much like a

147Cheese, consumes it selfe to the very payring, and so

148dies with feeding his owne stomacke. Besides, Virgini-

149tie is peeuish, proud, ydle, made of selfe-loue, which

150is the most inhibited sinne in the Cannon. Keepe it not,

151you cannot choose but loose by't. Out with't: within

152ten yeare it will make it selfe two, which is a goodly in-

153crease, and the principall it selfe not much the worse.

154Away with't.

155Hel How might one do sir, to loose it to her owne

156liking?

157Par Let mee see. Marry ill, to like him that ne're

158it likes. 'Tis a commodity wil lose the glosse with lying:

159The longer kept, the lesse worth: Off with't while 'tis

160vendible. Answer the time of request, Virginitie like

161an olde Courtier, weares her cap out of fashion, richly

162suted, but vnsuteable, iust like the brooch & the tooth-

163pick, which were not now: your Date is better in your

164Pye and your Porredge, then in your cheeke: and your

165virginity, your old virginity, is like one of our French

166wither'd peares, it lookes ill, it eates drily, marry 'tis a

167wither'd peare: it was formerly better, marry yet 'tis a

168wither'd peare: Will you any thing with it?

169Hel Not my virginity yet:

170There shall your Master haue a thousand loues,

171A Mother, and a Mistresse, and a friend,

172A Phenix, Captaine, and an enemy,

173A guide, a Goddesse, and a Soueraigne,

174A Counsellor, a Traitoresse, and a Deare:

175His humble ambition, proud humility:

176His iarring, concord: and his discord, dulcet:

177His faith, his sweet disaster: with a world

178Of pretty fond adoptious christendomes

179That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he:

180I know not what he shall, God send him well,

181The Courts a learning place, and he is one.

182Par What one ifaith?

183Hel That I wish well, 'tis pitty.

184Par What's pitty?

185Hel That wishing well had not a body in't,

186Which might be felt, that we the poorer borne,

187Whose baser starres do shut vs vp in wishes,

188Might vvith effects of them follow our friends,

189And shew what we alone must thinke, which neuer

190Returnes vs thankes.

192Pag Monsieur Parrolles

193My Lord cals for you.

194Par Little Hellenfarewell, if I can remember thee, I

195will thinke of thee at Court.

196Hel Monsieur Parolles you were borne vnder a

197charitable starre.

198Par Vnder MarsI.

199Hel I especially thinke, vnder Mars

200Par Why vnder Mars

201Hel The warres hath so kept you vnder, that you

202must needes be borne vnder Mars

203Par When he was predominant.

204Hel When he was retrograde I thinke rather.

205Par Why thinke you so?

206Hel You go so much backward when you fight.

207Par That's for aduantage.

208Hel So is running away,

209When feare proposes the safetie:

210But the composition that your valour and feare makes

211in you, is a vertue of a good wing, and I like the

212weare well.

213Paroll I am so full of businesses, I cannot answere

214thee acutely: I will returne perfect Courtier, in the

215which my instruction shall serue to naturalize thee, so

216thou wilt be capeable of a Courtiers councell, and vn-

217derstand what aduice shall thrust vppon thee, else thou

218diest in thine vnthankfulnes, and thine ignorance makes

219thee away, farewell: When thou hast leysure, say thy

220praiers: when thou hast none, remember thy Friends:

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221Get thee a good husband, and vse him as he vses thee:

222So farewell.

223Hel Our remedies oft in our selues do lye,

224Which we ascribe to heauen: the fated skye

225Giues vs free scope, onely doth backward pull

226Our slow designes, when we our selues are dull.

227What power is it, which mounts my loue so hye,

228That makes me see, and cannot feede mine eye?

229The mightiest space in fortune, Nature brings

230To ioyne like, likes; and kisse like natiue things.

231Impossible be strange attempts to those

232That weigh their paines in sence, and do suppose

233What hath beene, cannot be. Who euer stroue

234To shew her merit, that did misse her loue?

235(The Kings disease) my proiect may deceiue me,

236But my intents are fixt, and will not leaue me. Exit