I have forgot him; my imagination Carries 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.
In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Th" ambition in my love thus plagues itself: The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love. "Twas pretty, though a plague, To 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 Must sanctify his relics. Who comes here?
Enter PAROLLES
[Aside] 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 fix"d evils sit so fit in him That they take place when virtue"s steely bones Looks bleak i" th" cold wind; withal, full oft we see Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
PAROLLES. Save you, fair queen!
HELENA. And you, monarch!
PAROLLES. No.
HELENA. And no.
PAROLLES. Are you meditating on virginity?
HELENA. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in you; let me ask you a question. Man is enemy to virginity; how may we barricado it against him?
PAROLLES. Keep him out.
HELENA. But he a.s.sails; and our virginity, though valiant in the defence, yet is weak. Unfold to us some warlike resistance.
PAROLLES. There is none. Man, setting down before you, will undermine you and blow you up.
HELENA. Bless our poor virginity from underminers and blowers-up!
Is there no military policy how virgins might blow up men?
PAROLLES. Virginity 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 increase; 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.
HELENA. I will stand for "t a little, though therefore I die a virgin.
PAROLLES. There"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; virginity 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. Besides, 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 lose by"t. Out with"t.
Within ten year it will make itself ten, which is a goodly increase; and the princ.i.p.al itself not much the worse. Away with"t.
HELENA. How might one do, sir, to lose it to her own liking?
PAROLLES. Let 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 while "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 toothpick, 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 wither"d pears: it looks ill, it eats drily; marry, "tis a wither"d pear; it was formerly better; marry, yet "tis a wither"d pear. Will you anything with it?
HELENA. Not 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 G.o.ddess, and a sovereign, A 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 That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he- I know not what he shall. G.o.d send him well!
The court"s a learning-place, and he is one- PAROLLES. What one, i" faith?
HELENA. That I wish well. "Tis pity- PAROLLES. What"s pity?
HELENA. That 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 And show what we alone must think, which never Returns us thanks.
Enter PAGE
PAGE. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you. Exit PAGE PAROLLES. Little Helen, farewell; if I can remember thee, I will think of thee at court.
HELENA. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitable star.
PAROLLES. Under Mars, I.
HELENA. I especially think, under Mars.
PAROLLES. Why under Man?
HELENA. The wars hath so kept you under that you must needs be born under Mars.
PAROLLES. When he was predominant.
HELENA. When he was retrograde, I think, rather.
PAROLLES. Why think you so?
HELENA. You go so much backward when you fight.
PAROLLES. That"s for advantage.
HELENA. So 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.
PAROLLES. I am so full of business 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 advice 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 HELENA. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which 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?
The mightiest s.p.a.ce 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 To 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. Exit
ACT I. SCENE 2.
Paris. The KING"S palace
Flourish of cornets. Enter the KING OF FRANCE, with letters, and divers ATTENDANTS
KING. The Florentines and Senoys are by th" ears; Have fought with equal fortune, and continue A braving war.
FIRST LORD. So "tis reported, sir.
KING. Nay, "tis most credible. We here receive it, A certainty, vouch"d from our cousin Austria, With caution, that the Florentine will move us For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend Prejudicates the business, and would seem To have us make denial.
FIRST LORD. His love and wisdom, Approv"d so to your Majesty, may plead For amplest credence.
KING. He hath arm"d our answer, And Florence is denied before he comes; Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see The Tuscan service, freely have they leave To stand on either part.
SECOND LORD. It well may serve A nursery to our gentry, who are sick For breathing and exploit.
KING. What"s he comes here?
Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES
FIRST LORD. It is the Count Rousillon, my good lord, Young Bertram.
KING. Youth, thou bear"st thy father"s face; Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, Hath well compos"d thee. Thy father"s moral parts Mayst thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.
BERTRAM. My thanks and duty are your Majesty"s.
KING. I would I had that corporal soundness now, As when thy father and myself in friendship First tried our soldiership. He did look far Into the service of the time, and was Discipled of the bravest. He lasted long; But on us both did haggish age steal on, And wore us out of act. It much repairs me To talk of your good father. In his youth He had the wit which I can well observe To-day in our young lords; but they may jest Till their own scorn return to them unnoted Ere they can hide their levity in honour.
So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were, His equal had awak"d them; and his honour, Clock to itself, knew the true minute when Exception bid him speak, and at this time His tongue obey"d his hand. Who were below him He us"d as creatures of another place; And bow"d his eminent top to their low ranks, Making them proud of his humility In their poor praise he humbled. Such a man Might be a copy to these younger times; Which, followed well, would demonstrate them now But goers backward.
BERTRAM. His good remembrance, sir, Lies richer in your thoughts than on his tomb; So in approof lives not his epitaph As in your royal speech.
KING. Would I were with him! He would always say- Methinks I hear him now; his plausive words He scatter"d not in ears, but grafted them To grow there, and to bear- "Let me not live"- This his good melancholy oft began, On the catastrophe and heel of pastime, When it was out-"Let me not live" quoth he "After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses All but new things disdain; whose judgments are Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies Expire before their fashions." This he wish"d.
I, after him, do after him wish too, Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home, I quickly were dissolved from my hive, To give some labourers room.
SECOND LORD. You"re loved, sir; They that least lend it you shall lack you first.
KING. I fill a place, I know"t. How long is"t, Count, Since the physician at your father"s died?
He was much fam"d.
BERTRAM. Some six months since, my lord.
KING. If he were living, I would try him yet- Lend me an arm-the rest have worn me out With several applications. Nature and sickness Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, Count; My son"s no dearer.
BERTRAM. Thank your Majesty. Exeunt [Flourish]
ACT I. SCENE 3.
Rousillon. The COUNT"S palace
Enter COUNTESS, STEWARD, and CLOWN
COUNTESS. I will now hear; what say you of this gentlewoman?
STEWARD. 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.
COUNTESS. 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.
CLOWN. "Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a poor fellow.
COUNTESS. Well, sir.