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known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes; but I am now, sir, muddied in fortune's moat, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure.
Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it smell so strong as thou speakest of: I will henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering.Pr'ythee, allow the wind.
Par. Nay, you need not stop your nose, sir ; I spake but by a metaphor.
Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor.Pr’ythee, get thee further. • Par. Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper.
Clo. Foh, pr’ythee, stand away ; A paper from fortune's close stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here he comes himself.
: Enter Lafeu. Here is a pur 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 smiles of comfort, and leave him to your lordship.
[Exit Clown. Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly scratched.
Laf. 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.
Par. I beseech your honour, to hear me one single word.
Laf. You beg a single penny more : come, you shall ha't; save your word*.
Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles.
Laf. You beg more than one word then.-Cox' my passion! give me your hand :-How does your drum?
Par. O my good lord, you were the first that found me.
Laf. Was I, in sooth ? and I was the first that lost thee.
Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some grace, for you did bring me out.
Laf. 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. Par. I pray God for you.
The same. A room in the Countess's palace.. Flourish. Enter King, Countess, Lafeu, Lords,
Gentlemen, guards, &c.
'Tis past, my liege:
My honour'd lady, * You need not ask ;-here it is. + Reckoning or estimate.
Completely, in its full extent.
I have forgiven and forgotten all;
This I must say,--
Praising what is lost, Makes the remembrance dear. Well, call him
I shall, my liege.
Exit Gentleman. King. What says he to your daughter? have you
spoke? Laf. All that he is hath reference to your high
ness. King. Then shall we have a match. I have let
ters sent me,
He looks well on't.
* So in As you Like it :--to have seen much and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands.'
t i. e. The first interview shall put an end to all recollection of the past.
I i. c. Of uninterrupted rain.
For thou mayst see a sunshine and a hail
. My high-repented blames*, Dear sovereign, pardon to me. King.
All is whole;
Ber. Admiringly, my liege : at first
Well excus'd : That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away From the great compt: But love, that comes too
late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a sour offence, Crying, That's good that's gone : our rash faults, Make trivial price of serious things we have, Not knowing them, until we know their grave : Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust, Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust : Our own love waking cries to see what's done, While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon.
* Faults repented of to the utmost.
Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her.
Hers it was not. King. Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine eye, While I was speaking, oft was fastened to't.This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen, I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood Necessitied to help, that by this token I would relieve her : Had you that craft, to reave her Of what should stead her most? Ber.
My gracious sovereign,
Son, on my life,
I am sure, I saw her wear it.
In the sense of unengaged,