PAROLLES

Save you fair Queen. No. Are you meditating on virginity? Keep him out. There is none: Man setting down before you, will undermine you, and blow you up. Virginity being blown down, Man will quicklier be blown up: marry in blowing him down again, with the breach your selves made, you loose 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 go, till virginity was first lost. That you were made of, is met tall to make Virgins. Virginity, by being once lost, may be ten times found: by being ever kept, it is ever lost: it's too cold a companion: Away with't. There's little can be said in't, it's against the rule of Nature. To speak on the partly of virginity, is to accuse your Mother's; which is most infallible diso bedience. He that hangs himself is a Virgin: Virgini tie murders it self, and should be buried in highways out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate Offendress a gainst Nature. Virginity breeds mites, much Like a Cheese, consumes it self to the very pairing, and so die with feeding his own stomach. Beside, Virgini tie is peevish, proud, idle, made of selflove, which is the most inhibited sin in the Cannon. Keep it not, you cannot choose but lose by't. Out with't: within ten year it will make it self two, which is a goodly in crease, and the principal it self not much the worse. Away with't. Let me see. Marry ill, to Like him that never it likes. It's a commodity will loose the gloss with lying: The longer kept, the less worth: Off with't while it's vendible. Answer the time of request, Virginity Like and old Courtier, wears her cap out of fashion, richly suited, but unsuitable, joust Like the brooch & the tooth pick, which were not now: your Date is better in your Pie and your Porridge, then in your cheek: and your virginity, your old virginity, is Like one of our French withered pears, it looks ill, it eats dryly, marry it's a withered pear: it was formerly better, marry yet it's a withered pear: Will you any thing with it? What one i'faith? What's pity? Little Hellen farewell, if I can remember thee, I will think of thee at Court. Under Mars I. When he was predominant. Why think you so? That's for advantage. Why it's the rarest argument of wonder, that hath shot out in our latter times. So I say both of Galen and Paracelsus. Right so I say. Why there it's, so say I too. Right, as 'twere a man assured of a— Just, you say well: so would I have said. It is indeed if you will have it in showing, you shall read it in what do you call there. That's it, I would have said, the very same. Nay it's strange, it's very strange, that is the brief and the tedious of it, and he's of a most facineri ous spirit, that will not acknowledge it to be the— I, so I say. And debile minister great power, grear tran cendence, which should indeed give us a further use to be made, then alone then recovery of the king, as to be I would have said it, you say well: here comes the King. Mor du vinager, is not this Helen ? Your pleasure sir. Recantation? My Lord? my Master? A most harsh one, and not to be understood without bloody succeeding My Master To any Count, to all Counts: to what is man. You are too old sir: Let it satisfy you, you are too old. What I dare too well do, I dare not do. Hadst thou not the privilege of Antiquity up on thee. My Lord, you give me most egregious indignity. I have not my Lord deserved it. Well, I shall be wiser. My Lord you do me most insupportable vexati on. Well, thou hast a son shall take this disgrace off me; scurvy, old, filthy, scurvy Lord: Well, I must be patient, there is no fettering of authority. I'll beat him (by my life) if I can meet him with any conveni ence, and he were double and double a Lord. I'll have no more pity of his age then I would have of—I'll beat him, and if I could but meet him again. I most unfeignedly beseech your Lordship to make some reservation of your wrongs. He is my good Lord, whom I serve above is my master. I sir. This is hard and undeserved measure my Lord. Good, very good, it is so then: good, very good, let it be concealed awhile. What's the matter sweetheart? What? what sweet heart? France is a doghole, and it no more merits, The tread of a men foot: too 'th wars. I that would be known: too 'th wars my boy, too 'th wars: He wears his honour in a box unseen, That hugs his kickie wickie hear at home, Spending his manly marrow in her arms Which should sustain the bound and high curvet Of Marses fiery steed: to other Regions, France is a stable, we that dwell in't Jades, Therefore too 'th war. Will this Caprichio hold in thee, art sure? Why these bals bound, ther's noise in it. 'Tis hard A young man married, is a man that's marred: Therefore away, and leave her bravely: go, The King ha done you wrong: but hush it's so. Bless you my fortunate Lady. You had my prayers to lead them on, and to keep them on, have them still. Oh my knave, how do's my old Lady? Why I say nothing. Away, the art a knave. Go too, thou art a witty fool, I have found thee. A good knave i'faith, and well fed. Madam, my Lord will go away to night, A very serrious business call's on him: The great prerogative and rite of love, Which as your endue time claims, he do's acknowledge, But puts it off to a compelled restraint: Whose want, and whose delay is strewed with sweets Which they distil now in the curbed time, To make the coming hour overflow with joy, And pleasure drown the brim. That you will take your instant leave of that king, And make this hast as your own good proceeding, Strengthened with what Apology you think May make it probable need. That having this obtained, you presently Attend his further pleasure. I shall report it so, These things shall be done sir. She is. As you'll have her. I know not how I have deserved to run into my Lords displeasure. And idle Lord, I swear. Why do you not know him? Bravely, Coragio. Lose our drum? Well. But a drum: Is't but a drum? A drum so lost. There was excellent command, to charge in with our horse upon our own wings, and to rend our own soldiers. It might have been recovered. It is to be recovered, but that the merit of sir vice is seldom attributed to the true and exact perfor mere, I would have that drum or another, or hic In cet. By the hand of a soldier I will undertake it. I'll about it this evening, and I will presently pen down my dilemma's, encourage my self in my certainty, put my self into my mortal preparation: and by midnight look to hear further from me. I know not what the success will be my Lord, but the attempt I vow. I love not many words. Ten a clock: Within these three hours it'll be time enough to go home. What shall I say I have done? It must be a very plausive invention that carries it. They begin to smoke me, and disgraces have of late, knocked too often at my door: I find my tongue is too foolhardy, but my heart hath the fear of Ma S before it, and of his creatures, not daring the reports of my tongue. What the devil should move me to undertake the recovery of this drum, being not ignorant of the impossibility, and knowing I had no such purpose? I must give my self some hurts, and say I God them in ex ploit: yet slight ones will not carry it. They will say, came you off with so little? And great ones I dare not give, wherefore what's the instance. Tongue, I must put you into a Butter-womans mouth, and buy my self anon there of Baiazeths Mule, if you prattle me into these perils. I would the cutting of my garments would serve the turn, or the breaking of my Spanish sword. Or the baring of my beard, and to say it was in stratagem. Or to drown my clothes, and say I was stripped. Though I swore I leapt from the window of the Citadel. Thirty fathom. I would I had any drum of the enemies, I would swear I recovered it. A drum now of the enemies. Oh ransom, ransom, Do not hide mine eyes. I know you are the Mu kos Regiment, And I shall lose my life for want of language. If there be here Germane or Dane, Low Dutch, Italian, or French, let him speak to me, I'll discover that, which shall undo the Florentine. O. Oh let me live, And all the secrets of our camp I'll show, Their force, their purposes: Nay, I'll speak that, Which you will wonder at. If I do not, damn me. I will confess what I know without constraint, If you pinch me Like a Pasty, I can say no more. And truly, as I hope to live. Five or six thousand, but very weak and un serviceable: the troops are all scattered, and the Come manders very poor rogues, upon my reputation and credit, and as I hope to live. Do, I'll take the Sacrament on't, how & which way you will: all's one to him. Five or six thousand horse I said, I will say true, or thereabouts set down, for I'll speak truth. Poor rogues, I pray you say. I humbly thank you sir, a truth's a truth, the Rogues are marvelous poor. By my troth sir, if I were to live this present hour, I will tell true. Let me see, Spurio a hundred & fifty, Sebastian so many, Corambus so many, Jaques so many: Guiltian, Cosmo, Lodowick, and Gratij, two hun dreaded fifty each: Mine own Company, Chitopher, Ʋ au mond, Bentij, two hundred fifty each: so that the muster file, rotten and found, upon my life amounts not to fif teen thousand pole, half of the which, dare not shake the snow from off their Cassocks, least they shake them selves to pieces. I beseech you let me answer to the particular of the intergatories. Demand them singly. I know him, a was a Butchers Prentize in Paris, from whence he was whipped for getting the Shrieves fool with child, a dumb innocent that could not say him nay. Upon my knowledge he is, and lousy. The Duke knows him for no other, but a poor Officer of mine, and writ to me this other day, to turn him out of that band. I think I have his Letter in my poc ket. In good sadness I do not know, either it is there, or it is upon a file with the Dukes other Letters, in my Tent. I do not know if it be it or no. That is not the Dukes letter sir: that is and and uertisement to a proper maid in Florence, one Diana, to take heed of the allurement of one Count Rossillion, a foolish idle boy: but for all that very ruttish. I pray you sir put it up again. My meaning in't I protest was very honest in the behalf of the maid: for I knew the young Count to be a dangerous and lascivious boy, who is a whale to Virgi nity and devours up all the fry it finds. My life sir in any case: Not that I am afraid to die, but that my offences being many, I would repent out the remainder of Nature. Let me live sir in a dung on, in that stocks, or any where, so I may live. He will steal sir and Egg out of a Cloister: for rapes and ravishments he parallels Nessus. He professes not keeping of oaths, in breaking em he is stronger then Hercules. He will lie sir, with such volubility, that you would think truth were a fool: drunkenness is his best virtue, for he will be swine-drunk, and in his sleep he does little harm, save to his bedclothes about him: but they know his conditions, and lay him in straw. I have but little more to say sir of his honesty, he ha eve rye thing that and honest man should not have; what and honest man should have, he has nothing. Faith sir, ha led the drum before the Eng lish Tragedians: to belie him I will not, and more of his soldiership I know not, except in that Country, he had the honour to be the Officer at a place there called Mile-end, to instruct for the doubling of files. I would do the man what honour I can, but of this I am not certain. Sir, for a Cardceue he will fell the fee-simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it, and cut the intail from all remainders, and a perpetual succession for it perpe tually. E'ne a Crow of that same nest: not altogether so great as the first in goodness, but greater a great deal in evil. He excels his Brother for a coward, yet his Brother is reputed one of the best that is. In a retreat he out runs any Lackey; marry in coming on, he ha the Cramp. I, and the Captain of his horse, Count Rossillion. I'll no more drumming, a plague of all drums, only to seem to deserve well, and to beguile the suppo sition of that lascivious young boy the Count, have I run into this danger: yet who would have suspected and am bush where I was taken? Oh Lord sir let me live, or let me see my death. Who cannot be crushed with a plot? Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great 'Twould burst at this: Captain I'll be no more, But I will eat, and drink, and sleep as soft As Captain shall. Simply the thing I am Shall make me live: who knows himself a braggart Let him fear this; for it will come to pass, That every braggart shall be found and Ass. Rust sword, cool blushes, and Parrolles live Safest in shame: being fooled, by fool'rie thrive; There's place and means for every man alive. I'll after them. Good M r Lauatch give my Lord Lafew this let ter, I have ere now sir been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes: but I am now sir muddied in Fortune's mood, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure. Nay you need not to stop your nose sir: I spoke but by a Metaphor. Pray you sir deliver me this paper. My Lord I am a man whom fortune hath cruel lie scratched. I beseech your honour to hear me one single word My name my good Lord is Parrolles. Oh my good Lord, you were the first that found me. It lies in you my Lord to bring me in some grace for you did bring me out. I praise God for you. So please your Majesty, my master hath been and honourable Gentleman. Tricks he hath had in him, which Gentlemen have. Faith sir he did love her, but how. He did love her sir, as a Gent. loves a Woman. He loved her sir, and loved her not. I am a poor man, and at your Majesties come manned. Faith I know more then I'll speak. Yes so please your Majesty: I did go between them as I said, but more then that he loved her, for in deed he was mad for her, and talked of Satan, and of Limbo, and of Furies, and I know not what: yet I was in that credit with them at that time, that I knew of their going to bed, and of other motions, as promising her marriage, and things which would derive me ill will to speak of, therefore I will not speak what I know. Why under Mars ? Sir? 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 Courtiers council, and un derstand 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. It's not his fault the spark. Most admirable, I have seen those wars. And thy mind stand too't boy, Steal away bravely. Commit it Count. Noble Heroes ; my sword and yours are kin, good sparks and lustrous, a word good metals. You shall find in the Regiment of the Spinij, one Captain Spurio his sicatrice, with and 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. Mars dote on you for his novices, what will you do? Use a more spacious ceremony to the Noble Lords, you have restrained your self within the List of too cold and adieu: be more expressive to them; for they wear themselves in the cap of the time, there do muster true gate; eat, speak, and move under the influence of the most received star, and though the devil lead the measure, such are to be followed: after them, and take a more dilated farewell. Worthy fellows, and Like to prove most si newy swordmen.