Not my virginity yet:
There shall your Master haue a thousand loues,
A Mother, and a Mistresse, and a friend,
A Phenix, Captaine, and an enemy,
A guide, a Goddesse, and a Soueraigne,
A Counsellor, a Traitoresse, and a Deare:
His humble ambition, proud humility:
His iarring, concord: and his discord, dulcet:
His faith, his sweet disaster: with a world
Of pretty fond adoptious christendomes
That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he:
I know not what he shall, God send him well,
The Courts a learning place, and he is one
Par. What one ifaith?
Hel. That I wish well, 'tis pitty
Par. What's pitty?
Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't,
Which might be felt, that we the poorer borne,
Whose baser starres do shut vs vp in wishes,
Might with effects of them follow our friends,
And shew what we alone must thinke, which neuer
Returnes vs thankes.
Enter Page.
Pag. Monsieur Parrolles,
My Lord cals for you
Par. Little Hellen farewell, if I can remember thee, I
will thinke of thee at Court
Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were borne vnder a
charitable starre
Par. Vnder Mars I
Hel. I especially thinke, vnder Mars
Par. Why vnder Mars?
Hel.
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