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 assails; and our virginity, though valiant, in the defence yet is weak: unfold to us some warlike resistance. PAROLLES
There is none: man, sitting 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 loose by't: out with 't! within ten year it will make itself
ten, which is a goodly increase; and the principal 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 tooth-pick, 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 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?
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