| ACT I.
SCENE 1. Rousillon.  A room in the COUNTESS'S palace.
 (continued)HELENA.
I especially think, under Mars.
 
 PAROLLES.
Why under Mars?
 
 HELENA.
The wars hath so kept you under that you must needs be born
 under Mars.
 
 PAROLLES.
When he was predominant.
 
 HELENA.
When he was retrograde, I think, rather.
 
 PAROLLES.
Why think you so?
 
 HELENA.
You go so much backward when you fight.
 
 PAROLLES.
That's for advantage.
 
 HELENA.
So is running away, when fear proposes the safety: but the
 composition that your valour and fear makes in you is a virtue of
 a good wing, and I like the wear well.
 
 PAROLLES.
I am so full of business I cannot answer thee acutely. I
 will return perfect courtier; in the which my instruction shall
 serve to naturalize thee, so thou wilt be capable of a courtier's
 counsel, and understand what advice shall thrust upon thee; else
 thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes
 thee away: farewell. When thou hast leisure, say thy prayers;
 when thou hast none, remember thy friends: get thee a good
 husband, and use him as he uses thee: so, farewell.
 
 [Exit.]
 
 HELENA.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
 Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky
 Gives us free scope; only doth backward pull
 Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.
 What power is it which mounts my love so high,--
 That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?
 The mightiest space in fortune nature brings
 To join like likes, and kiss like native things.
 Impossible be strange attempts to those
 That weigh their pains in sense, and do suppose
 What hath been cannot be: who ever strove
 To show her merit that did miss her love?
 The king's disease,--my project may deceive me,
 But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me.
 
 [Exit.]
 
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