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lying. The longer kept, the lefs worth: off with't,
Hel. Not my virginity yet.
There fhall your mafter have a thousand loves,
'A phoenix, captain, and an enemy,
7 For yet, as it flood before, Sir T. Hanmer reads yes.
8 Not my virginity yet.] This whole fpeech is abrupt, unconnected and obfcure. Dr. Warburton thinks much of it suppofititious. I would be too glad to think fo of the whole, for a commentator naturally wishes to reject what he cannot understand. Something which should connect → Helena's words with thofe of Parolles, feems to be wanting. Hanmer has made a fair attempt by reading.
Not my virginity yet-You're for
the court, There fhall your mafler, &c. Some fuch claufe has, I think, dropped out, but ftill the first words want connection. Perhaps Parolles, going away after his harangue, faid, will you any thing with me? to which Helen may reply. I know not what to do with the paffage.
9 A Phoenix, Captain, &c.] The eight lines following friend,
I am perfuaded, is the nonsense
There hall your Mafter have a
A Mother, and a Miftrefs, and
I know not, what he shall
God fend him well.
A guide, a goddess, and a fovereign,
Par. What one, i'faith?
Hel. That I wish well-'tis pity-
Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't,
Might with effects of them follow our friends: And fhew what we alone must think, which never Returns us thanks.
Page. Monfieur Parolles,
My lord calls for you.
Par. Little Helen, farewel; if I can remember thee, I will think of thee at court.
Hel. Monfieur Parolles, you were born under a charitable ftar.
Par. Under Mars, I.
Hel. I especially think, under Mars.
Par. Why under Mars?
Hel. The wars have kept you fo under, that you muft needs be born under Mars.
Par. When he was predominant.
Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, rather.
a traitress,] It feems that traitress was in that age a term of endearment, for when Lafeu introduces Helena to the king, he fays You look like a tray
Hel. You go fo much backward, when
Hel. So is running away, when fear propofes fafety: but the compofition, that your valour and fear makes 2 is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the
in you, wear well.
Par. I am fo full of businesses, as I cannot answer thee acutely I will return perfect courtier; in the which, my inftruction fhall ferve to naturalize thee, fo thou wilt be capable of courtier's counfel, and underftand what advice fhall thruft upon thee; elfe thou dieft in thine unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes thee away; farewel. When thou haft leifure, fay thy prayers; when thou haft none, remember thy friends; get thee a good husband, and ufe him as he ufes thee: fo farewel. Exit.
Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
2 is a virtue of a good WING, and I like the wear well.] The integrity of the metaphor direds us to Shakespeare's true reading; which, doubtlefs, was—— a good MING, i. e. mixture, compofition, a word common to ShakeJpear and the writers of this age; and taken from the texture of cloth. The M. was turn'd the wrong way at prefs, and from thence came the blunder.
This conjecture I could wish to fee better proved. This common word ming I have never found. The first edition of this play ex
hibits wing without a capital:
3 What power is it, that mounts
feed miue eye? She means, by what influence is my love directed to a perfon fo much above me? why am I made to difcern excellence, and left to long after it, without the food of hope?
That makes me fee, and cannot feed mine eye?
That weigh their pain in fenfe; and do fuppofe,
Changes to the Court of France.
Flourish Cornets. Enter the King of France, with letters, and divers Attendants.
HE Florentines and Senoys are by th❜ears;
A braving war.
That is, Nature brings like qualities and difpofitions to meet through any distance that fortune may have fet between them; the joins them, and makes them kiss like things born together,
The next lines I read with
Impoffible be frange attempts to
What ha'nt been, cannot be. New attempts feem impoffible to thofe, who eftimate their labour or enterprises by fente, and believe that nothing can be but what they fee before them.
I Lord. So 'tis reported, Sir.
King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it, A certainty vouch'd from our cousin Auftria; With caution, that the Florentine will move us For fpeedy aid; wherein our dearest friend Prejudicates the bufinefs, and would feem To have us make denial.
I Lord. His love and wisdom,
Approv'd fo to your Majefty, may plead
King. He hath arm'd our answer;
2 Lord. It may well serve
A nursery to our gentry, who are fick
King. What's he comes here?.
Enter Bertram, Lafeu and Parolles.
1 Lord. It is the count Roufillon, my good Lord, young Bertram.
King. Youth, thou bear'ft thy father's face. Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts May'ft thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris. Ber. My thanks and duty are your Majefty's. King. I would, I had that corporal foundness now, As when thy father and myself in friendship First try'd our foldierfhip: he did look far Into the fervice of the time, and was. Discipled of the brav'ft. He lafted 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 VOL. III.