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COUNTESSIn delivering my son from me, I bury a second husband.
BERTRAMAnd I in going, madam, weep o'er my father's death
anew: but I must attend his majesty's command, to
whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection.
LAFEUAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 5You shall find of the king a husband, madam; you,
sir, a father: he that so generally is at all times
good must of necessity hold his virtue to you; whose
worthiness would stir it up where it wanted rather
than lack it where there is such abundance.
COUNTESSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 10What hope is there of his majesty's amendment?
LAFEUHe hath abandoned his physicians, madam; under whose
practises he hath persecuted time with hope, and
finds no other advantage in the process but only the
losing of hope by time.
COUNTESSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 15This young gentlewoman had a father, — O, that
'had'! how sad a passage 'tis! — whose skill was
almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so
far, would have made nature immortal, and death
should have play for lack of work. Would, for the
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 20king's sake, he were living! I think it would be
the death of the king's disease.
LAFEUHow called you the man you speak of, madam?
COUNTESSHe was famous, sir, in his profession, and it was
his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon.
LAFEUAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 25He was excellent indeed, madam: the king very
lately spoke of him admiringly and mourningly: he
was skilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge
could be set up against mortality.
BERTRAMWhat is it, my good lord, the king languishes of?
LAFEUAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 30A fistula, my lord.
BERTRAMI heard not of it before.
LAFEUI would it were not notorious. Was this gentlewoman
the daughter of Gerard de Narbon?
COUNTESSHis sole child, my lord, and bequeathed to my
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 35overlooking. I have those hopes of her good that
her education promises; her dispositions she
inherits, which makes fair gifts fairer; for where
an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there
commendations go with pity; they are virtues and
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 40traitors too; in her they are the better for their
simpleness; she derives her honesty and achieves her goodness.
LAFEUYour commendations, madam, get from her tears.
COUNTESS'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise
in. The remembrance of her father never approaches
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 45her heart but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all
livelihood from her cheek. No more of this, Helena;
go to, no more; lest it be rather thought you affect
a sorrow than have it.
HELENAI do affect a sorrow indeed, but I have it too.
LAFEUAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 50Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead,
excessive grief the enemy to the living.
COUNTESSIf the living be enemy to the grief, the excess
makes it soon mortal.
BERTRAMMadam, I desire your holy wishes.
LAFEUAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 55How understand we that?
COUNTESSBe thou blest, Bertram, and succeed thy father
In manners, as in shape! thy blood and virtue
Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness
Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 60Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use, and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key: be cheque'd for silence,
But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will,
That thee may furnish and my prayers pluck down,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 65Fall on thy head! Farewell, my lord;
'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord,
LAFEUHe cannot want the best
That shall attend his love.
COUNTESSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 70Heaven bless him! Farewell, Bertram.
BERTRAM The best wishes that can be forged in
your thoughts be servants to you! Be comfortable
to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her.
LAFEUFarewell, pretty lady: you must hold the credit of
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 75your father.
HELENAO, were that all! I think not on my father;
And these great tears grace his remembrance more
Than those I shed for him. What was he like?
I have forgot him: my imagination
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 80Carries no favour in't but Bertram's.
I am undone: there is no living, none,
If Bertram be away. 'Twere all one
That I should love a bright particular star
And think to wed it, he is so above me:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 85In his bright radiance and collateral light
Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
The ambition in my love thus plagues itself:
The hind that would be mated by the lion
Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though plague,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 90To see him every hour; to sit and draw
His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,
In our heart's table; heart too capable
Of every line and trick of his sweet favour:
But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 95Must sanctify his reliques. Who comes here?
One that goes with him: I love him for his sake;
And yet I know him a notorious liar,
Think him a great way fool, solely a coward;
Yet these fixed evils sit so fit in him,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 100That they take place, when virtue's steely bones
Look bleak i' the cold wind: withal, full oft we see
Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
PAROLLESSave you, fair queen!
HELENAAnd you, monarch!
PAROLLESAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 105No.
PAROLLESAre you meditating on virginity?
HELENAAy. You have some stain of soldier in you: let me
ask you a question. Man is enemy to virginity; how
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 110may we barricado it against him?
PAROLLESKeep him out.
HELENABut he assails; and our virginity, though valiant,
in the defence yet is weak: unfold to us some
PAROLLESAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 115There is none: man, sitting down before you, will
undermine you and blow you up.
HELENABless our poor virginity from underminers and
blowers up! Is there no military policy, how
virgins might blow up men?
PAROLLESAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 120Virginity being blown down, man will quicklier be
blown up: marry, in blowing him down again, with
the breach yourselves made, you lose your city. It
is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to
preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 125increase and there was never virgin got till
virginity was first lost. That you were made of is
metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost
may be ten times found; by being ever kept, it is
ever lost: 'tis too cold a companion; away with 't!
HELENAAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 130I will stand for 't a little, though therefore I die a virgin.
PAROLLESThere's little can be said in 't; 'tis against the
rule of nature. To speak on the part of virginity,
is to accuse your mothers; which is most infallible
disobedience. He that hangs himself is a virgin:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 135virginity murders itself and should be buried in
highways out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate
offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites,
much like a cheese; consumes itself to the very
paring, and so dies with feeding his own stomach.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 140Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of
self-love, which is the most inhibited sin in the
canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose but loose
by't: out with 't! within ten year it will make
itself ten, which is a goodly increase; and the
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 145principal itself not much the worse: away with 't!
HELENAHow might one do, sir, to lose it to her own liking?
PAROLLESLet me see: marry, ill, to like him that ne'er it
likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss with
lying; the longer kept, the less worth: off with 't
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 150while 'tis vendible; answer the time of request.
Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out
of fashion: richly suited, but unsuitable: just
like the brooch and the tooth-pick, which wear not
now. Your date is better in your pie and your
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 155porridge than in your cheek; and your virginity,
your old virginity, is like one of our French
withered pears, it looks ill, it eats drily; marry,
'tis a withered pear; it was formerly better;
marry, yet 'tis a withered pear: will you anything with it?
HELENAAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 160Not my virginity yet
There shall your master have a thousand loves,
A mother and a mistress and a friend,
A phoenix, captain and an enemy,
A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 165A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;
His humble ambition, proud humility,
His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet,
His faith, his sweet disaster; with a world
Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 170That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he —
I know not what he shall. God send him well!
The court's a learning place, and he is one —
PAROLLESWhat one, i' faith?
HELENAThat I wish well. 'Tis pity —
PAROLLESAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 175What's pity?
HELENAThat wishing well had not a body in't,
Which might be felt; that we, the poorer born,
Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes,
Might with effects of them follow our friends,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 180And show what we alone must think, which never
Return us thanks.
PageMonsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you.
PAROLLESLittle Helen, farewell; if I can remember thee, I
will think of thee at court.
HELENAAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 185Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitable star.
PAROLLESUnder Mars, I.
HELENAI especially think, under Mars.
PAROLLESWhy under Mars?
HELENAThe wars have so kept you under that you must needs
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 190be born under Mars.
PAROLLESWhen he was predominant.
HELENAWhen he was retrograde, I think, rather.
PAROLLESWhy think you so?
HELENAYou go so much backward when you fight.
PAROLLESAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 195That's for advantage.
HELENASo is running away, when fear proposes 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.
PAROLLESI am so full of businesses, I cannot answer thee
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 200acutely. 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 advice shall thrust upon
thee; else thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 205thine 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.
HELENAOur remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 210Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky
Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull
Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.
What power is it which mounts my love so high,
That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 215The mightiest space in fortune nature brings
To join like likes and kiss like native things.
Impossible be strange attempts to those
That weigh their pains in sense and do suppose
What hath been cannot be: who ever strove
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 220So show her merit, that did miss her love?
The king's disease — my project may deceive me,
But my intents are fix'd and will not leave me.