Act 5, Scene 2
Rousillon. The inner court of the COUNTESS'S palace.
- [Enter CLOWN and PAROLLES.]
- Parolles
- 2348 Good Monsieur Lavache, give my Lord Lafeu this letter: I have
- 2349 ere now, sir, been better known to you, when I have held
- 2350 familiarity with fresher clothes; but I am now, sir, muddied in
- 2351 fortune's mood, and smell somewhat strong of her strong
- 2352 displeasure.
- Lavatch the Clown
- 2353 Truly, Fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it smell
- 2354 so strongly as thou speak'st of: I will henceforth eat no fish
- 2355 of fortune's buttering. Pr'ythee, allow the wind.
- Parolles
- 2356 Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir; I spake but by a
- 2357 metaphor.
- Lavatch the Clown
- 2358 Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose; or
- 2359 against any man's metaphor. Pr'ythee, get thee further.
- Parolles
- 2360 Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper.
- Lavatch the Clown
- 2361 Foh, pr'ythee stand away. A paper from Fortune's close-stool
- 2362 to give to a nobleman! Look here he comes himself.
- [Enter LAFEU.]
- Lavatch the Clown
- 2363 Here is a pur of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's cat (but not
- 2364 a musk-cat), that has fallen into the unclean fishpond of her
- 2365 displeasure, and, as he says, is muddied withal: pray you, sir,
- 2366 use the carp as you may; for he looks like a poor, decayed,
- 2367 ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his distress
- 2368 in my similes of comfort, and leave him to your lordship.
- [Exit.]
- Parolles
- 2369 My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly scratched.
- Lafew
- 2370 And what would you have me to do? 'tis too late to pare her
- 2371 nails now. Wherein have you played the knave with fortune, that
- 2372 she should scratch you, who of herself is a good lady, and would
- 2373 not have knaves thrive long under her? There's a quart d'ecu for
- 2374 you: let the justices make you and fortune friends; I am for
- 2375 other business.
- Parolles
- 2376 I beseech your honour to hear me one single word.
- Lafew
- 2377 You beg a single penny more: come, you shall ha't: save your
- 2378 word.
- Parolles
- 2379 My name, my good lord, is Parolles.
- Lafew
- 2380 You beg more than word then.—Cox' my passion! give me your
- 2381 hand:—how does your drum?
- Parolles
- 2382 O my good lord, you were the first that found me.
- Lafew
- 2383 Was I, in sooth? and I was the first that lost thee.
- Parolles
- 2384 It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some grace, for
- 2385 you did bring me out.
- Lafew
- 2386 Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me at once both the
- 2387 office of God and the devil? one brings the in grace, and the
- 2388 other brings thee out.
- [Trumpets sound.]
- Lafew
- 2389 The king's coming; I know by his trumpets.—Sirrah, inquire
- 2390 further after me; I had talk of you last night: though you are a
- 2391 fool and a knave, you shall eat: go to; follow.
- Parolles
- 2392 I praise God for you.
- [Exeunt.]