| ACT I.
SCENE 1. Rousillon.  A room in the COUNTESS'S palace.
 (continued)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, 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 it!
 
 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 years it will make itself ten, which is a goodly
 increase; and the principal itself not much the worse: away with
 it!
 
 HELENA.
How might one do, sir, to lose it to her own liking?
 
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