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HELENA

          Bless our poor virginity from underminers and blowers-up! Is there no military
          policy how virgins might blow up men? [120]



              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 [125] never virgin got till virginity was first
          lost.  That  you  were  made  of  is  mettle  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! [130]


              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. [135] 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 [140] 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  year  it  will  make  itself  two,  which  is  a  goodly
          increase, and the principal itself not much [145] 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 [150] 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
          toothpick, which wear not now. Your date is better in your pie and your [155]

          porridge than in your cheek; and your virginity, your old virginity, is like one
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