SCENE IIRousillon. Before the COUNT'S palace.
Enter CLOWN, and PAROLLES, following.
Good Monsieur Lavache, give my
Lord Lafeu this leter: I have ere now, sir,
been better known to you, when I have held
familiarity with fresher clothes; but I am now,
sir, muddied in fortune's mood, and smell
somewhat strong of her strong displeasure.
Truly, fortune's displeasure is but
sluttish, if it smell so strongly as thou speakest
of: I will henceforth eat no fish of fortune's (10)
buttering. Prithee, allow the wind.
Nay, you need not to stop your nose,
sir; I spake but by a metaphor.
Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I
will stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor.
Prithee, get thee further.
Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper.
Foh! prithee, stand away: a paper
from fortune's close-stool to give to a nobleman! (19)
Look, here he comes himself. Enter LAFEU.
Here is a purr of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's
cat,--but not a musk-cat,--that has fallen into
the unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and,
as he says, is muddied withal: pray you, sir,
use the carp as you may; for he looks like
a poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally
knave. I do pity his distress in my similes of
comfort and leave him to your lordship. [Exit.
My lord, I am a man whom fortune (29)
hath cruelly scratched.
And what would you have me to do?
'Tis too late to pare her nails now. Wherein
have you played the knave with fortune, that
she should scratch you, who of herself is a
good lady and would not have knaves thrive
long under her? There's a quart d'ecu for
you: let the justices make you and fortune
friends: I am for other business.
I beseech your honour to hear me one
You beg a single penny more: come, (40)
you shall ha't; save your word.
My name, my good lord; is Parolles.
You beg more than 'word,' then.
Cox my passion! give me your hand. How
does your drum?
O my good lord, you were the first
that found me!
Was I, in sooth? and I was the first
that lost thee.
It lies in you, my lord, to bring me (50)
in some grace, for you did bring me out.
Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put
upon me at once both the office of God and
the devil? One brings thee in grace and the
other brings thee out. [Trumpets sound.] The
king's coming; I know by his trumpets. Sirrah,
inquire further after me; I had talk of
you last night: though you are a fool and a
knave, you shall eat; go to, follow. (59)
I praise God for you. [Exeunt.